I'm learning that people generally have no clue how to react to someone who has had a miscarriage.

I found this hallmark card above and quickly felt offended.

 The grieving process that takes place after a miscarriage is unusual.

You are missing someone, or a few someones in my case, but you know so very little about them.

You are missing what could have been.

You are missing the moment when you took that pregnancy test and a little blue cross appeared.

You are missing the moments of excitement and planning.

You are left with an empty cradle that never got filled.

It's like your motherhood is stolen from you.

People have good intentions, but it seems challenging to be able to empathize with the pain of a miscarriage.

You can feel the pain of those around you who lose their already born children, their parents or their spouse, because you have those relationships.

But if you haven't had a relationship with a unborn children that is suddenly taken from you, then it's very challenging to understand how a miscarriage affects the parents.

I easily get disgusted with peoples expectations of how I deal with this loss.

It's not about 'luck'.

I lost three children that experienced life, even for the shortest amount of time.

Yes, I am young and I am planning for my children, but don't expect me to forget the connection I have with my three eldest children.

I created a journal for them, writing them the day I found out I was pregnant.

I dreamt of holding them, feeding them and hearing their cries and laughs.

That was stolen from me.

Allow the pain of a miscarriage to just exist.

I am choosing to never forget my first pregnancy and my first children.

Those unborn babies of mine have and will continue to shake up my world. 

These thoughts are a bit messy and not aimed at any people in particular.

I have simply developed a new passion to allow mothers and fathers to mourn the deaths of their unborn children, and encouraging them to hold onto the things that are evidence of their babies existence.

As time goes on and my husband and I continue to add to our family, I will always have my three musketeers tucked in my heart, but not so far away to not share them with the world.

Someday I will join them in their place.

And I won't regret all the days I spent apart from them.

Until that day, I will miss them every second of every day.