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I haven't. I'm so ticked at God right now. I sit and watch everyone else's prayers get answered while he only pretends to answer mine. He lets things go just long enough to get our hopes up just so he can take it all away and laugh (or something). It's not f*ing fair!
Thanks to Jaidynsmum for my siggy!
Proud former foster parent to a teen. Waiting on our next call. Proud Aunt to 22.
Proud mommy to 7 angels. Survivor of 4 failed adoptions (5 kids)
It is hard. I just keep reminding myself that when a door is closed, another one is opened. Maybe I am not meant to have another child. Maybe I am needed somewhere else, doing something else... exerting my energy helping animals, abused children, homeless.. something. I have to keep my mind open to the idea, so I am not so focused on another child that I overlook a cause that might need me. I have been mad at god.. a lot, but I am trying to refocus.
I am not very strong either. I think it is normal to be upset and question your faith. I do on a regular basis. I just can't except that my babies are dying when there are drug addicted ****** out there reproducing unwanted children like bunnies. How is this evidence of a God that loves his children?
I didn't have faith period when I suffered my losses. I only believed in god because I was told to... I haven't had any since I did my soul searching and found that I really do. So I didn't get angry at God when I lost my babies, but I did pray to him to keep them safe and let them know I loved them.
I don't know how I will handle if we have any more.
I do not handle things well, I would not say I am overly strong. My only wanted pregnancy was ripped away from me, but was tasked with choosing when to endure the loss. I crashed afterward and had intended on committing suicide. Thankfully my last night out resulted in some mega attention from a mega hot guy and helped ease me out of the funk. I was in therapy for six months because of it though.
1798 Days to Conceive our Miracle! 11/29 = 79 ~ 12/1 = 136 ~ 12/8 = 2529 ~ US 12/12 = healthy bean with heart beat!