Losing a child is an unimaginable tragedy. For many women (and couples), miscarrying can be a deeply painful and confusing experience.
When it happened to my younger brother and his wife, I felt so helpless. I wanted to do something, say something, anything to make the pain go away. But often, words fail us in moments like these.
So instead, I compiled a list of over 100 quotes from women (and a few men) who have experienced miscarriage. These are their words of wisdom, courage, and hope.
Before you read the quotes, especially if you are the one who has experienced this terrible loss, I have compiled some extra resources from several experts on the subject. These can be found just below.
You can also jump straight to the uplifting quotes about miscarriage by
clicking here The Statistics: How common is a miscarriage?
When I was able to have a frank conversation with my brother, he was able to tell me what he and my sister-in-law had been going through in the days and weeks after they lost their child.
What struck me most was when he told me how his wife had felt singled out. As if she was the only person to who this had happened and nobody (including my brother) could fully understand her
The truth is, miscarriage is actually quite common. According to the Mayo Clinic, about
10-20% of clinically recognized pregnancies end in miscarriage.
When you consider that last year there were an estimated
births in the USA, this means hundreds of thousands of Americans are affected by miscarriages every year. 3,605,201
This means you aren’t alone and there are people who can understand and help you through this difficult time in your life.
Coping with Miscarriage
It would be too easy to negate the emotional toll that miscarriage has on would-be parents. As one woman said, “It’s like having a part of your soul ripped out.”
For some women, the physical symptoms are just as difficult to cope with. As another said, “I felt like my body had failed me.”
The pervasive sense of grief and isolation can be crippling. But as with anything else in life, time does eventually heal some (but not all) wounds.
There is no one-size-fits-all solution for dealing with the aftermath of a miscarriage, but there are many options available to help you cope. Here are a few:
Firstly, you are allowed and absolutely should talk about it. Suppressing your emotions will only make them come out in other, potentially harmful ways. Talk to your partner, your friends, or a therapist.
Secondly, do something to honor your lost child. This could be as simple as planting a tree in their memory or writing a letter to them. You might even want to consider naming them.
And finally, try to find a positive outlet for your emotions. This might mean getting involved with a miscarriage support group or participating in an annual walk/run to raise awareness for pregnancy loss.
If you are struggling to cope with your miscarriage, please reach out for help. You don’t have to suffer through this alone.
Resources for Those Who Have Experienced Miscarriage
Even if you are your spouse decide to just “get back on the horse”, it’s still wise to fully explore your grief for what you have lost. The best way to do this is to speak to a professional therapist.
If you don’t want to speak to someone in person, then I can recommend the following online service:
I would also recommend you get in contact with a representative from the pregnancy loss organization:
nationalshare.org Inspiring Quotes About Miscarriage
A baby gone to Heaven. An Angel picked too soon. A child who’s loved forever, beyond the stars and the moon.
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam. And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world. But then it flies on again, and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it.
A child is given to you through God and called back home by Him as well. You gave your unborn baby the most blessed home during his short time with you.
A child is given to you through God and called back home by Him as well. You gave your unborn baby the most blessed home during his short time with you.
A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.
A friend tells me that the experiences we have in other countries are untranslatable. I think this also applies to miscarriage. It is hard to describe what it’s like to lose someone I never saw outside of my body, never held, never grew to know or love, but whom I felt intimately attached to and who was already connected to my husband and son. As a Korean adoptee, raised in a white family, I longed to have babies that were related to me. I could only imagine what it would be like to finally look at another person’s face and see myself reflected back. When I miscarried, I experienced yet another loss of a person who was a part of me. It is challenging to articulate and impossible to find words in any language to describe what it’s like to long for a family that was supposed to be, when I am grateful for and fiercely love the family I have. It is the incompleteness that I struggle with. It is missing someone I never knew, but whom I wanted desperately to be a part of my life.
A heart of gold stopped beating, two smiling eyes closed to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best.
A life lost before that life can live is no less of a life and no less loved.
A life may last just for a moment, but memory can make that moment last forever.
A life may last just for a moment, but memory can make that moment last forever.
A life need not be long-lived, for it to be meaningful.
A miscarriage is a natural and common event.All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven’t. Most don’t mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn’t happened, so people imagine a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had. But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now? And she’ll know.
A miscarriage is not a failure, because a failure implies that it’s something you can ‘control.’ Miscarriages are beyond our control.
Dr. Simone Whitmore
A mother is never defined by the number of children you can see, but by the love that she holds in her heart.
A mother’s grief is as timeless as her love.
A person’s a person, no matter how small.
A piece of my heart will never be at peace again.
A pregnancy that ended before it could truly begin. A missed period that turned into an ellipsis of a promise, then an interrupted dash.
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That’s how awful the loss is.
Adorable in her not-very-bright submissiveness, charming in her childlike delight in shiny floors, even forgivable in her spiteful competition for the whitest, brightest wash, Madison Avenue’s girl-next door is all the American male could wish for: unless, by some miscarriage, he should fancy human companionship.
After the first miscarriage, I tried to take the attitude that it was my body’s way of telling me that this pregnancy wasn’t meant to be, and that it was better for everybody. But after the second one, it was really devastating. Four months is a lot of living with that little life in you—thinking about it, eating right for it, nurturing it—and all of a sudden, it dies.
Ain’t no shame in holding on to grief… as long as you make room for other things too.
“Bubbles,” The Wire
All I could do was cry; I felt desolate, the tears rolling down my cheeks as I tried to comprehend what had happened.
Colette Centeno Fox
All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ.
2 Corinthians 1:3-5
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven’t. Most don’t mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn’t happened, so people imagine a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had. But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now? And she’ll know.
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer.
An angel in the book of life wrote down my baby’s birth. Then whispered as she closed the book, ‘Too beautiful for earth.’
An eternal memory…until we meet again: Those special memories will always bring a smile if only I could have you back for just a little while… you always meant so very much and always will do too. The fact that you’re no longer here will always cause me pain, but you’re forever in my heart until we meet again.
An interrupted pregnancy is something personal and private. There is always a story behind the loss of a child. Let us not dismiss that story but listen to it with love and compassion.
And grief is not something you complete, But rather, you endure. Grief is not a task to finish. And move on, but an element of yourself—an alteration of your being
And He has said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness. Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.
And sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we still hope.
And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast.
1 Peter 5:10
And to think when their little eyes open, the first thing they see is the face of Jesus.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
And, as if nature were protecting man against his own ingenuity, the reproductive processes were affected for a time; men became sterile, women had miscarriages, menstruation stopped.
Angels of heaven, hear my plea. Take care of my baby, just for me.
Ann: How my heart has ached. How empty I have felt. How I’ve ached to hold my two babies.
K. Howard Joslin
Any woman who’d ever lost a child knew of the hollowness that remained within the soul.
Brittainy C. Cherry
Anyone who says that time heals all wounds hasn’t truly grieved.
As a butterfly graces our lives with one moment’s fragile beauty, so too has your baby’s presence blessed you, and those that surround you, with their short life and unique spirit.
As long as I can I will look at this world for both of us, as long as I can, I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us.
As you danced in the light with joy, love lifted you. As you brushed against this world so gently, you lifted us.
As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.
At sunset the little soul that had come with the dawning went away, leaving heartbreak behind it.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.
Sylvan Kamens & Rabbi Jack Reimer
Babies lost in the womb were never touched by fear. They were never cold, never hungry, never alone and importantly always knew love.
Basically, “Making a Murderer” chronicles a set of crimes committed in Wisconsin: Manitowoc, Wisconsin. The first crime is a miscarriage of justice. Steven Avery is convicted and sentenced to a very, very long prison sentence for the assault on a woman. And it comes to light through DNA evidence that he was not the assailant.
Be gentle with yourself, and take all the time you need to heal.
Be the things you loved most about the people who are gone.
Because of you I believe in angels.
Because someone we love is in heaven, we feel heaven in our home.
Before I carried the pain, I carried you. And in my heart, I carry you still.
Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.
3. Jeremiah 1:5
Being an almost mother isn’t a thing. You have seven children, whether they made it here or not doesn’t take away from the fact they existed. They were yours, and they were loved fully if only for those small moments. You are a mother. I am so, so sorry you were never able to hold your babies, but you are, and always will be, a mother.
Brittainy C. Cherry
Blaming the woman for the loss of a child is like blaming the soldier for the loss of his life in battle.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.
But the truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebody’s mother were black magic. There is no adventure I would trade them for; there is no place I would rather have seen.
Butterflies hover and feathers appear whenever lost loved ones and angels are near.
Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!
2. Isaiah 49:15
Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
Compassion and shame come over one who considers how precarious is the origin of the proudest of living beings: often the smell of a lately extinguished lamp is enough to cause a miscarriage. And to think that from such a frail beginning a tyrant or butcher may be born! You who trust in your physical strength, who embrace the gifts of fortune and consider yourself not their ward but their son, you who have a domineering spirit, you who consider yourself a god as soon as success swells your breast, think how little could have destroyed you!
Pliny The Elder
Consider, I pray, whether you are not renouncing all shame and sincerity to advance such principles. Because a comet appears in a group of stars which the ancients thought fit to call the Virgin, therefore, shall our women be barren, or have frequent miscarriages, or die old maids. I know of nothing which hangs so ill together! To offer such things in seriousness, shows the greatest contempt of mankind, and the most scandalous lying impunity.
Daddy, please don’t look so sad, Mama please don’t cry. Cause I am in the arms of Jesus and he sings me lullabies.
Death cannot kill true love, but it can drain all the colors from the world- truly, my world has been gray for the past year.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Devastated doesn’t begin to cover how I feel after the loss of my baby.
Diffidence may check resolution and obstruct performance, but compensates its embarrassments by more important advantages; it conciliates the proud, and softens the severe; averts envy from excellence, and censure from miscarriage.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Do not let your heart be empty, but instead filled with the prayers of healing upon the loss of your pregnancy.
Do not muffle your cries, for they are the sound of pregnancy loss.
Do you have kids?” strangers asked almost every day. “No,” I said, not wanting to explain, because, really, it’s an unimaginative question, full of their beliefs about what family means, about who counts as kin, and it’s a hard question for anyone with a complicated relationship to family making, for those of us who’ve experience miscarriage or failed adoptions or the death of a child, for those of us estranged or embattled or in grief. It’s a question I now refuse to ask. “Tell me about your family,” I say instead, because I know belonging comes in all shapes and sizes, visible and invisible, hidden and made and chosen and found.
Do you want to get into my life? Just because you’ve brought it up, I’ve had three miscarriages, but I know what it’s like to be pregnant.
Don’t count what you lost but instead cherish what you have and plan what you want to gain, for the past never returns but the future may fulfill the loss.
Dreams that died when he did.
Each day, for 365 days, you have marked your loss with memory. That’s a powerful thing, and it makes your connection stronger.
Each new life, no matter how brief, forever changes the world.
Euripides wrote, ‘What greater grief can there be for mortals than to see their children dead?’ That was more like it. Am I allowed to say, ‘My son?’ Was it not a statement of fact that I had given birth on the bathroom floor of the Blue Sky Hotel in Mongolia and watched my son live and die?
Even those that never fully blossom bring beauty into the world.
Even though you were with me for a short time, I feel as if I knew you better than my own heart.
Even when tears no longer stain my face, my heart is still stained by miscarriage.
Every day, in every day, I am getting better and better.
Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain; but you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.
Feelings of emptiness may overwhelm you after the loss of a pregnancy, but know that you are overwhelmed with my love and prayers.
For I have no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the Lord God; so turn, and live.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. 9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.
2 Corinthians 4:17-18
For several days, I slept. Whether this was a necessary part of physical recovery, or a stubborn retreat from waking reality, I do not know, but I woke only reluctantly to take a little food, falling at once back into a stupor of oblivion, as though the small, warm weight of broth in my stomach were an anchor that pulled me after it, down through the murky fathoms of sleep.
For the day will come where you see your unborn baby not through tears of sorrow but a smile in memory of his short time with you on earth.
For they cannot die anymore, because they are equal to angels and are sons of God, being sons of the resurrection.
For this child, we have prayed.
1 Samuel 1:27-28
For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them.
Forever living inside my heart.
Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.
1 Peter 5:7
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Give you fears, your sorrows, and your worries unto the Lord Jesus. Let him lift you up with His promise that you may one day rejoice with your baby in heaven.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Great losses take time to heal. Please give yourself compassion throughout this.
Grief does not change you. It reveals you.
Grief has its own timeline. I am here for you whenever you need to talk about this, whether that’s in ten minutes or ten years.
Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith—it is the price of love.
Grief is the last act of love we can give to those we love. Where there is deep grief, there is great love.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Queen Elizabeth II
Grief is wild like the sea, but it doesn’t need to destroy us. We can’t conquer it, but we can navigate it, and we can find Jesus there too.
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
Grieve for your baby and yourself in your own time.
Grieving doesn’t make you imperfect. It makes you human.
Grieving is intense and it is non-stop intense. Even if things are quiet, and you’re sitting there in your chair, kind of staring off into space, inside, the intensity is raging.
Grieving is like having broken ribs. On the outside, you look fine, but with every breath, it hurts.
Grit your teeth and let it hurt. Don’t deny it, don’t be overwhelmed by it. It will not last forever.
Rabbi Harold Kushner
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.
He chose to let go to give space to his brothers to grow.
He could go to hell for all she cared but journey was a loss clawing at her throat each morning.
He/she never met you. But they already had the best mother in the world.
Heaven and earth may separate us today, but nothing will ever change the fact that you made me a mom.
Heaven gained another angel and you should be glad.
Heaven gained the tiniest angel.
Heaven got the best angel ever, ours…
Henceforth, you will remain in my prayers, heart and mind.
Here’s the thing about miscarriage. They are painful, they are horrific, and they are very, very common. There are no funerals for those who might have been, leaving parents to mourn their loss in strange and unexpected ways. But while a miscarriage may feel like the end of the world—it’s actually just the beginning of a new one.
Brian K. Vaughan
Hold my hand and know my shoulder is here for your burdens as well.
Holding you in my heart, surrounding you with love.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
hope is never wasted. Even if what I hoped for did not come to fruition as I had imagined, as I had hoped. Hope is placing the beautifully vulnerable parts of ourselves, our raw selves, into His hands. I believe hope moves His heart; but hope also moves our hearts into His hands. Hope builds trust.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Winnie the Pooh
How very quietly you tiptoed into our world, silently, only a moment you stayed. But what an imprint your footprints have left upon our hearts.
I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.
I am lost in an eternal dance of emotion, shifting between hopefulness, grief, frustration and fear. Some days I feel strongly that my time is coming soon and I will be a mother. Other days I am impatient and not so sure it will ever happen for me.
Jodi Sky Rogers
I am not functioning very well. Living with the knowledge that the baby is dead is painful. I feel so far away from you, God. I can only try to believe that you are sustaining me and guiding me through this. Please continue to stand by my side.
Christine O’Keeffe Lafser
I beat myself up for it because I think that the reason it happened is just the lifestyle I was living. I wasn’t drinking. I wasn’t doing drugs. I was ******* overworked.
I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I’m so sorry for your loss.
I carried you every second of your life and I will love you for the rest of mine.
I carry you in my heart.
I carry your heart with me, I am never without it.
E. E. Cummings
I close my eyes and all I can think of is red. So I get a tube of watercolour, cadmium red dark, and I get a big mop of a brush, and I fill a jar with water, and I begin to cover the paper with red. It glistens. The paper is limp with moisture, and it darkens as it dries. I watch it drying. It smells of gum arabic. In the centre of the paper, very small, in black ink, I draw a heart, not a silly Valentine but an anatomically-correct heart, tiny, doll-like, and then veins, delicate road-map of veins, that reach all the way to the edges of the paper, that hold the small heart enmeshed like a fly in a spiderweb. See, there’s his heartbeat.
I couldn’t talk about my struggle with anyone. I bottled up all of my hurt. Other than my husband and my mother, no one knew what I was going through. I hid it and cried on my way to work most mornings and then would touch up my face before walking into the office.
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I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye, was the trouble. I wanted to kiss you goodnight, and there’s a lot of difference.
I don’t think most people truly understand how much is lost when a baby dies. You don’t just lose a baby, you also lose the 1 and 2 and 10 and 16-year-old she would have become. You lose Christmas mornings, loose teeth, and first days of school. You just lose it all.
Stephanie Paige Cole
I don’t think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that remains.
I fell in love with you when you were forming in my womb, now I carry you in my heart instead of my arms.
I felt like I was being carried over the threshold of a sisterhood of loss. I knew I was not walking alone, and that eventually I would bob back up to the surface of the deep, because the women around me showed me what healing looks like.
I felt lost and alone, and I felt like I failed … I didn’t know how common miscarriages were, because we don’t talk about them. We sit in our own pain, thinking that somehow we’re broken.
I fought tooth and nail to be a mother. I suffered several miscarriages including two at five months. That’s when you have the clothes already picked out, the nursery is already painted. They ask you do you want a funeral or do you want the cremation. We went through that not once but twice, me and my husband.
I get pregnant pretty easily, but I have a hard time keeping them. I don’t say it’s a walk in the park. But what are you going to do? We just try again.
I guess I’m just asking you a favor, in the end. Don’t give up before the future comes around that was meant for you, okay?
I guess love just wasn’t enough for us to survive. I swear, I swear, I swear I tried. You took the life right out of me. I’m so unlucky I can’t breathe. You took the life right out of me. I’m longing for your heartbeat, heartbeat.
I had a really bad experience when I was pregnant with my third. It didn’t work out, and I nearly died. So I am like, ‘Are we good here or should we go back and try again?
I had so many dreams about you and me.
I had these guilty feelings of, ‘If I can’t even take care of a child for a week in my stomach, I can’t raise a child on my own.’ I felt guilty to Andrew that I had lost his child, and I felt guilty to God that I lost his child.
I have a baby I carry in my heart.
I have no shame or embarrassment with this experience. I want to be a part of the effort to normalize miscarriage and remove the stigma from it.
I have no tears left to cry, you’ve flown away my butterfly.
I have protracted my work till most of those whom I wished to please have sunk into the grave, and success and miscarriage are empty sounds: I therefore dismiss it with frigid tranquillity, having little to fear or hope from censure or from praise.
I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.
I held you every second of your life.
Stephanie Paige Cole
I hope you know you can call me anytime and I’ll always pick up the phone for you, day or night.
I know how isolating this can feel. Please never hesitate to send a text or pick up the phone, even if just to cry.
I know how much this baby was loved and wanted. I am so incredibly sorry for your loss.
I know how much you were looking forward to him/her. Thinking of you through this shocking loss.
I know it can take a long time to grieve a loss like this. Please know that however long it takes, I’ll be with you the whole way.
I know we don’t know each other well, but if you ever need someone to listen to you without judgment, I am here for you.
I know you might feel alone, but I promise I’ll always be here to listen and sit with you through the grief.
I learned that all pain and loss is in fact a gift. Having miscarriages taught me that I had to mother myself before I could be a mother to someone else.
I like to believe that all the babies whom died in the womb are with mothers who died giving birth. There’s a sentimental notion about this kind of perspective – a feeling of peace admist deep grief.
I may have never met you, but I will always love you.
I miss you more than anyone knows as time goes by, the emptiness grows. I laugh. I talk. I play my part but behind my smile is a broken heart.
I never heard you, but I hear you. I never held you, but I feel you. I never knew you, but I love you.
I no longer seek those things that help me to heal but for those things that fortify me with the strength required to carry the load fate has set upon my shoulders. Instead of finding a way to forget, find a way to bear the constant remembering. The silence of the wild being one of those elements that reinforce the weathered walls of the soul and mind.
I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. 28 So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD.” And he worshiped the LORD there.
1 Samuel 1:27-28
I prayed that God would bless us with a baby. Each child is a gift, and I am proud that we cooperated with God in the creation of a new soul for all eternity. Although not with me, my baby lives.
Christine O’Keefe Lafser
I remember hoping my husband’s parents wouldn’t be disappointed. It was this intrinsic concern. I didn’t want them to feel like their son married a bad seed – and they didn’t feel that way; they were very supportive.
I suffered several miscarriages, including two at five months. That’s when you have the clothes already picked out, the nursery is already painted. They ask you do you want a funeral or do you want the cremation. We went through that not once but twice, me and my husband. So our Kevin is a hard-won child. I would’ve loved to have had more children, but I don’t want to test my blessing.
I think that’s one of the reasons women don’t tell people when they’ve had a miscarriage—they think it’s their fault. I remember I worried what my in-laws would think, which is so crazy. I thought they’d think their son had married a terrible person. Also, because I made the mistake of telling people as soon as I got pregnant, I then had to tell them the bad news and then I felt like I was burdening them.
I told myself, if it can happen once, it can happen again.
I went into the studio and wrote the saddest song I’ve ever written in my life. And it was actually the first song I wrote for my album. And it was the best form of therapy for me, because it was the saddest thing I’ve ever been through.
I will always wonder who you would have been.
I wish I could carry you through the grief, but I promise to always walk alongside you through it.
I wish I could have held you just once before you left us.
I wish I had the right words to say to make you feel better, but I know no words could really be enough. I am here for you always, to talk or to listen.
I would have given my last breath to see you take your first.
I’d had three great pregnancies. I thought morning sickness was the end of the world, and it’s not until something pretty major happens that you’re like, oh my gosh those were all a piece of cake. I had a pretty large bleed. I thought I was having a miscarriage.
I’d thought those memories would be the ones I always cherished, but as the days and years passed by, those beautiful memories became my pain.
Brittainy C. Cherry
I’ll love for forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.
I’m broken. We’re all broken and right now we’re all isolated within that brokenness. The cure for the loneliness is connection — connection with that broken part of ourselves and with each other — and we can’t achieve that connection while pretending we are okay. We’re not okay.
I’m so sorry about your miscarriage. Please give yourself time to heal and don’t let anyone minimize your pain.
I’m so sorry for your loss.
If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in losing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to “glorify God and enjoy Him forever.” A comfort to the God-aimed, eternal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild.
C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
If I had lost a leg, I would tell them, instead of a boy, no one would ever ask me if I was ‘over it’. They would ask me how I was doing learning to walk without my leg. I was learning to walk and to breathe and to live without Wade. And what I was learning is that it was never going to be the life I had before.
If I were to start a file on things nobody tells you about until you’re right in the thick of them, I might begin with miscarriages. A miscarriage is lonely, painful, and demoralizing, almost on a cellular level.
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.
If tears could build a stairway and memories were a lane, we would walk right up to heaven and bring you back again.
If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.
If you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain.
I’m most proud of our son, having suffered several miscarriages before having him. As for the next mountain, it takes so much to maintain what’s already going on that I don’t have time to think about it. But I want some more seasons of the TV show, I’d like to write another book, and eventually, I’d like to retire and take vacations with my husband like my mom and dad do.
Imagine a love so strong it made saying hello and goodbye in the same day worth all the pain.
Impairment of fertility in both men and women because of hypothyroidism is firmly entrenched in medical literature…Miscarriage and fertility problems are a red flag for hypothyroidism.
In God’s arms, in my heart.
In grief, one year can seem like a few days. Time loses meaning, but our memories never can.
In lieu of letting go of our trauma and rather than healing completely, in my experience, we learn how to carry it and there are some days when it is heavier than others. Some days, I hardly know it is there, distracted as I am by present joys and excitement; while other days, the burden is cripplingly-heavy and I can hardly breathe under the weight of grief.
In one of the stars, I shall be living. In one of them, I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night . . . You—only you—will have stars that can laugh!
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
In the first movement alone, I took note of six pregnancies and at least four miscarriages.
In the garden of memory, in the palace of dreams…that is where you and I shall meet.
Alice Through the Looking Glass
Insofar as it represents a genuine reconciliation of differences, a consensus is a fine thing; insofar as it represents a concealment of differences, it is a miscarriage of democratic procedure.
J. William Fulbright
It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
It hurts because it matters.
It is generally assumed that recurrent miscarriage may be due to progesterone deficiency, hypothyroidism or vitamin E deficiency and should be treated in theses cases with progesterone, thyroid extracts and vitamin E respectively. In theory, thyroid therapy appears to be the least well-founded, especially when applied to women without manifest signs of hypothyroidism, yet among the measures mentioned above it is most frequently claimed to have been successful.
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is perfectly okay to admit you’re not okay.
It kind of shook us both and took us into a place that was really dark and difficult. When that happened… I wasn’t able to even talk to anybody about it. That was not easy.
It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.
It was horrendous and something I would not wish on my worst enemy. It’s something that I still haven’t dealt with. I never will get over it. I held my child, and it was really horrific and painful — one of the hardest things that can happen to a person
It’s amazing how much people hide it. They feel like,‘What did I do wrong?’ But in so many cases you didn’t do anything at all.
It’s not that motherhood is out of reach, it’s that it’s just out of reach. It’s not that motherhood didn’t happen, it’s that it almost did and, in fact, still could. The difference between the grief of infertility and other reasons for mourning – the loss of a spouse, for example – is in that promise of ‘just,’ in ‘almost,’ in ‘still could.
It’s strange territory, this desertland between maidenhood and motherhood. I suppose it was ingrained from an early age that one stage naturally and effortlessly follows the next. Yet, here I stand, longing to make that transition, both ready and eager to enter an elusive place, the door to which remains tightly shut. So, I rest on the periphery, a wandering nomadic drifter waiting my turn. I am lost in an eternal dance of emotion, shifting between hopefulness, grief, frustration and fear. Some days I feel strongly that my time is coming soon and I will be a mother. Other days I am impatient and not so sure it will ever happen for me.
Jodi Sky Rogers
It’s [a miscarriage] all very thief-in-the-night. No one really knows what to say. You go into the emergency room, you think you’re going to be a mum and you walk out empty. It’s all neat and tidy, there’s this potential being in your life and you’re empty – all cleaned up and put back together, but completely shattered.
It’s a happy life, but someone is missing. It’s a happy life, and someone is missing.
Just because we lost a life, doesn’t mean we have to lose ourselves.
Keep your head up. God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers…
Learn to see the gift in the adversity. By doing this you will begin to find true peace in your struggle.
Life isn’t always about beating the waves. Sometimes, it’s about learning to breathe underwater.
Life need not be long-lived for it to be meaningful.
Listen for my footfall in your heart. I am not gone but merely walk within you.
Losing a child means carrying an almost unbearable grief, experienced by many but talked about by few.
Losing a pregnancy is like losing a part of oneself that will never be made whole again.
Losing you was difficult. Learning to live without you this year has been even harder.
May the people who love you help shoulder your immense grief.
May you find healing in the Word of your faith as you mourn the loss of your baby.
May you find hope and healing with your loved ones as you mourn the loss of your miracle.
May you find physical and emotional healing in your own time after your pregnancy loss.
Maybe learning to live with the question marks, recognizing that closure does not always occur, is all I really needed to do. I hadn’t expected, coming from a world that fights to see life’s beginnings in black and white, to be so comforted by a shade of gray.
Miscarriage can be an invisible sadness but I see your pain. Wishing you healing and comfort through this difficult time.
Miscarriage is death without ceremony. No funeral, no name. No one would ever tell you, for example, that mother-death is actually quite common. Hang in there, honey, you’ll find another mother.
Money power cannot be separated from democratic power without miscarriage and ensuing frustration – political and economic. Democracy implies the sovereignty of man; and, since man cannot be sovereign without the money power, there can not be democracy under the political money system.
Most women say there is no greater pain than to bear a child. I say there is no greater pain than to burry one.
My baby sleeps with the moon and the stars.
My child and pieces of me live in heaven.
My cries cannot fill the silence my baby’s cries should have filled.
My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love.
My wife had a miscarriage. We have rarely talked about it. It did make me more aware of the sanctity of human life, how precious every child is.
No one else could have wanted or loved your baby as much as you. Even in this short time, I saw a mother’s love shining in your eyes.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
No one will ever know the strength of my love for you. You’re the only one who knew my heart from the inside.
Not all siblings walk hand in hand, for some are in heaven while others walk on land.
Not to be too detailed, but I’ve had an ectopic pregnancy, miscarriages and I’ve had fertility treatments. I’ve done all the stuff you can possibly do to try get pregnant.
Nothing can make this better, but please know our thoughts/prayers are with you during this time.
Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child’s loss of a doll and a king’s loss of a crown are events of the same size.
Oh precious, tiny, sweet little one you will always be to me. So perfect, pure, and innocent. Just as you were meant to be.
Once in a while, children come into this world, so special that the angels need these precious ones. To sing in Heaven and light up the world from above
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
Only through the significant loss of my loved ones have I truly begun to live. When their eyes closed, mine were opened.
Our children change us, whether they live or not.
Our deepest sympathies during your time of loss. Please know that we are here for you. With love and prayers.
Our prayers are with you and your baby. May God provide you comfort and surround you in His loving arms.
Our time here is short, and yours ended before it began. I miss you before I met you, sweet baby of mine.
Passion is the great mover and spring of the soul. When men’s passions are strongest, they may have great and noble effects; but they are then also apt to fall into the greatest miscarriages.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy
Planted on earth to bloom in Heaven.
Please don’t forget to be as kind to yourself as you can right now. Allow yourself the same grace you would afford anyone else.
Please know you are often on my mind. I am here for you if you need me.
Praise the Lord; praise God our savior! For each day he carries us in his arms.
13. Psalm 68:19
Prenatal testing is a complicated decision for many women, forcing us to confront concerns about a disabled child and risks of miscarriage.
Prudence operates on life in the same manner as rule of composition; it produces vigilance rather than elevation; rather prevents loss than procures advantage; and often miscarriages, but seldom reaches either power or honor. it produces vigilance rather than elevation; rather prevents loss than procures advantage; and often miscarriages, but seldom reaches either power or honor.
Rainbows remind us that even after the darkest clouds, and the fiercest winds, there is still beauty.
Sad is my only state since you left me.
Sending you prayers for strength as you find your way through each day.
She or he was born silent into this world, but their little life spoke volumes.
She was born silent after fighting so hard to make it to our world. She is at peace now and will live forever in our hearts.
She was so festive and smiling, obviously for the cameras, and spending time with everyone. And then, literally, at night, [she was] crying herself to sleep.
She/he was born silent into this world, but their little life spoke volumes.”
Since my miscarriage, my emotions run from a deep love to deep anger to deep sadness. Know, dear child in heaven, that your loss is felt deeply in my soul.
Sister Carlotta, I’m on a leave of absence right now. That means I’ve been sacked, in case you don’t understand how the I.F. handles these things.â€ “Sacked! A miscarriage of justice. You ought to be shot.
Orson Scott Card
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
So it is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish.
Some only dream of angels, I held one in my arms.
Some people say it is a shame. Others even imply that it would have been better if the baby had never been created. But the short time I had with my child is precious to me.
Christine O’Keeffe Lafser
Some say you are too painful to remember. I say you are too precious to forget.
Something inside me died that day, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back.
Something significant in me snapped when I miscarried; that something hadnt unsnapped yet. It hadn’t been put back together and I was afraid it never would. I knew Jesus was with me, but my insides twirled threatening to take me down from the inside out. I knew He was with me, giving me permission to be in the broken parts of my story…
Sometimes it’s hard to see the rainbow when there’s been endless days of rain.
Sometimes the small sounds of blessings are found in the hardest moments of life. Listen for the whispers…
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
A. A. Milne
Sometimes when life doesn’t work out as you planned, there is a greater force at work.
Still carrying you with me.
Such is the uncertainty of human affairs, that security and despair are equal follies; and as it is presumption and arrogance to anticipate triumphs, it is weakness and cowardice to prog-nosticate miscarriages.
Sweet baby, I cannot wait to see you in my dreams since I cannot see you here in my arms.
That moment after losing your baby when you need to get out of the house but then see a mother with her newborn baby. That’s pain like nothing else.
The best advice that I got during counseling: Don’t judge your spouse’s grief response. Give them the freedom to grieve their own way.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor touched, but are felt in the heart.
The English language has about 450,000 commonly used words, but more may be needed. What to you call someone who has lost a sibling or had a miscarriage? Or a gay person whose partner has died? Or an elderly person who has lost every friend and relative? So many heartaches can’t be found in the dictionary.
The greater your storm, the brighter your rainbow.
The greatest love of all is that between a parent and child. Your love for your unborn child was bigger than any love I’ve ever seen.
The healing power of even the most microscopic exchange with someone who knows in a flash precisely what you’re talking about because she experienced that thing too cannot be overestimated.
The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude.
The human population would probably be way less than a thousand, if ejaculation were not usually accompanied by an orgasm.
The longing in my heart is only for you, my dear baby in heaven.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
The Lord is my shepherd; I have all that I need. He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength. He guides me along right path, bringing honor to his name. Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. Psalm 23:1-4
The loss of a baby is a promise broken.
The one true hurdle I’ve faced in life is that I have a broken belly.
The one who left gentle footprints on our hearts left a story worth telling.
The pain of losing a baby is one that no one should ever feel.
The pitter-patter of unborn feet is a memory that runs through my heart.
The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.
The small kicks, the tiny bumps, the stretched womb—the loss of a pregnancy is felt beyond the heart.
The song is ended but the melody lingers on…
The spark of your unborn baby ignited the eternal flame of love in all our hearts.
The strongest person in the world is a grieving mother that wakes up and keeps going every day.
The trumpets sounded and the choir of angels sang their song of praise and sorrow upon the arrival of your baby in heaven.
The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you’re faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.
The whole power of cunning is privative; to say nothing, and to do nothing , is the utmost of its reach. Yet men, thus narrow by nature and mean by art, are sometimes able to rise by the miscarriages of bravery and the openness of integrity, and, watching failures and snatching opportunities, obtain advantages which belong to higher characters.
The world is filled with people who are no longer needed. And who try to make slaves of all of us. And they have their music and we have ours. Theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare. And without their music and ideological miscarriages to compare our songs of freedom to, we’d not have any opposite to compare music with — and like the drifting wind, hitting against no obstacle, we’d never know its speed, its power….
The world was selfish, unjust. How could so many undeserving people be given the opportunity to raise children they didn’t even want while so many worthy individuals didn’t get the chance?
Brittainy C. Cherry
There are days worth living still, worth the pain of this life and the pain of their deaths. I guess I’m just asking you a favor, in the end: Don’t give up before the future comes around that was meant for you, okay?
There are many helps to surviving, but only one key. The key is acceptance, not acceptance of you loss. Rather acceptance of the grief process.
Elizabeth B. Brown
There are many other possible causes. Yet soon after thyroid therapy first became available, it was found that patients with a history of miscarriages often had a history compatible with thyroid deficiency and that full-term pregnancies might follow treatment with thyroid.
Dr. Broda Otto Barnes
There are some who bring a light so great to the world that even after they have gone the light remains.
There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
There is no heartbeat. 4 words. 4 words to end the life I had. 4 words to change who I was. It will never be the same again. I will never be the same again.
There is no one too small that they cannot leave footprints in our hearts.
There is no right way to grieve; there is only your way to grieve and that is different for everyone.
There is no time limit to healing. You take as much time as you need.
There’s a unique pain that comes from preparing a place in your heart for a child who never comes.
There’s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
There’s no words to make it better, there’s no words to make it right, but I’ll be here through the grief, every day and night.
Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.
Therefore you too have grief now, but I will see you again, and your heart will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away from you.
These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. These tiny footprints never touched the ground at all.
They don’t get the particular nature of this grief, how it’s less about the loss of a potential child than it is about the endless possibility that there may yet be an actual child.
Thinking of you through this tragic loss.
Thinking of you, wishing you hope in the midst of sorrow, comfort in the midst of pain.
This baby was so, so loved. No matter what, they will always be a part of our family.
This book is for the mothers who’ve had to say goodbye too soon. I see you, I hear you, and I honor your hearts with wings. You are the strongest individuals alive, and I’m blown away by your strength, your ability to love, and your ability to not quit on life.
Brittainy C. Cherry
This is not goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy.
This is what the Lord says: When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you, declares the Lord, and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you, declares the Lord, and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.
This year has shown me that time can pass quickly and slowly all at once.
Those we have held in our arms for a short while, we hold in our hearts forever.
Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day—unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed, and very dear.
Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love. For he does not willingly bring affliction or grief to anyone.
Though your body may heal quickly, the emotional wound of your pregnancy loss may linger. Give yourself time to grieve.
Throughout my life, there were a few hard days. Days where even when I tried to be happy, my heart still cracked and Mother’s Day was one of those. For others, it stood as a celebration. For me, it spoke of loss and failure. Because there’s no such thing as an ‘almost’ Mother’s day.
Brittainy C. Cherry
Tiny feet leave big footprints on the heart.
To acknowledge the receipt of letters is always proper, to remove doubts of their miscarriage.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
To lose a child is to lose a piece of yourself.
Dr Burton Grebin
To rail and rant against tyranny is to manifest inferiority, for there is no tyranny but ignorance; to be conscious of one’s powers is to lose consciousness of tyranny. Self government is not a remote aim. It is an intimate and inescapable fact. To govern oneself is a natural imperative, and all tyranny is the miscarriage of self government. The first requisite of freedom is to accept responsibility for the lack of it.
To think – the first thing you saw when you opened your tiny little eyes was the face of Jesus.
Today would have been my baby’s due date. But there is no baby, and no birthday..And I’m the only one who still cares.
Too beautiful for earth
Until we meet again.
We are shocked and in the kind of deep pain you only hear about, the kind of pain we’ve never felt before
We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world – the company of those who have known suffering.
We can measure time, but we cannot measure loss. It has been a year, but there is no way to set a milestone or a limit on the grief. Take your time.
We can’t deny our journey. We can’t pretend we’re fine when we’re not. All we can do is own it—own our suffering.
We do not ‘get over’ a death. We learn to carry the grief and integrate the loss in our lives. In our hearts, we carry those who have died. We grieve and we love. We remember.
We do not have control over many things in life and death, but we do have control over the meaning we give it.
We each love someone, even though they will die. And we keep loving them, even when they are not there to love anymore.
We little knew that morning, God was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
We looked forward to meeting the baby and we’re saddened to hear about the loss. We can only imagine your sorrow.
We never lose our loved ones. They accompany us; they don’t disappear from our lives. We are merely in different rooms.
We never truly get over a loss, but we can move forward and evolve from it.
We understand the pain of loss because we have been there.
We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death, but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.
We were going to have a baby. But we had an angel instead.
What does a miscarriage feel like? It feels as if you have been short-changed by nature. You will cry for what might have been, but nobody will understand because they didn’t feel it.
What my sister needed was not people urging her, as so many did, to get pregnant again as soon as possible, but acknowledgement of her loss and the violence that she experienced in that loss. She needed to know that this was not a failure or that she was a bad mother. She needed to be allowed to be not only sad but also, in her grief, to be angry.
What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
When a baby is born, it’s a mother’s instinct to protect her baby. When a baby dies, it’s a mother’s instinct to protect their memory.
When a child dies, you bury the child in your heart.
When a child is born, it is the mother’s instinct to protect the baby. When a child dies, it is the mother’s instinct to protect the memory.
When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
When it is darkest, we can see the stars.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
When my wife and I lost our son, we had similar but very different experiences. She felt she was caught in a blizzard and she doesn’t remember the six months after we lost him. For me, it was like everything that I had known burnt to the ground, this field or forest that was turned to ash, burning, smoldering. How do I make sense of a world where this can happen?
When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.
When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure.
When we have joy we crave to share; We remember them.
Sylvan Kamens & Rabbi Jack Riemer
When we lose one blessing, another is most often unexpectedly given in its place.
When you carry a life and it’s there, and then gone, a part of your soul dies. Forever.
When you get blindsided by your body, that betrayal of your body is very hard to overcome.
When you lose a child you are changed on such a deep level that there is no going back to your old self.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Wherever there is degeneration and apathy, there also is sexual perversion, cold depravity, miscarriage, premature old age, grumbling youth, there is a decline in the arts, indifference to science, and injustice in all its forms.
Whether your child is in your arms, or in your heart, you are a mother.
Why on Earth do I keep getting pregnant if I can’t have a kid? Like what is this? Either shut the door or let me have a kid.
Wishing you any and everything you need to bring you comfort during this time.
Words can’t express the sorrow we feel. Sending you peace and love at this sad and difficult time.
Words seem inadequate to express the sadness we feel. Please know that you are in our thoughts and prayers.
You and your little one are constantly on my mind and in my heart.
You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart—I’ll always be with you.
You are near, even if I don’t see you. You are with me, even if you are far away. You are in my heart, in my thoughts—in my life, always.
You are one of the strongest people I know, but please don’t feel like you need to be strong right now. Being kind to yourself is more important.
You are the rainbow that adds colors to my gray skies.
You are the strongest person I know. Your fierce love for your unborn baby inspires us all.
You become a mother the moment you become pregnant, and you remain a mother forever.
You cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them nesting in your hair.
You didn’t stay for long, but in those precious few weeks, you changed me forever.
You never arrived in my arms, but you will never leave my heart.
You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.
You were but a drop of rain to the eye but managed to flood my heart with love during your brief time with us.
You were carried for only a moment but are loved for a lifetime.
You were taken on angel’s wings as you sweetly and quietly slept. And returned to heaven before we knew that you had even left.
You were with me for just a little while. I grieve because I’ll never see the magic in your smile.
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.
You will lose someone you can’t live without and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up.
You will make it through your baby’s loss with all of us by your side. I am here for you, always.
You will survive and you will find purpose in the chaos. Moving on doesn’t mean letting go.
You’ll always be my favorite what if.
You’re never really ready to be told that there’s no heartbeat. But stay strong because life goes on and it is nobody’s fault.
Your absence has gone through me like a thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Your baby was already so well-loved. I know he/she’s enveloped in love in your heart forever.
Your fingerprints are on my heart.
Your heart stopped, but my love for you did not.
Your life was a blessing. Your memory a treasure. Loved beyond words. Missed beyond measure.
Your loss is not a test – Your loss is not a lesson – Your loss is not a gift – Your loss is a loss.
Your memory has walked beside me for a year, and I’m so grateful for the company.
Your wings were ready, but my heart was not.
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