After losing our first baby, my husband and I were broken in ways we didn’t know were possible. When we found out we were pregnant again, joy and fear came hand in hand. This baby was our rainbow baby, and for a moment, it felt like hope had returned.
At first, my parents were excited—asking about names, hugging me tighter, celebrating with us. But when my sister announced her pregnancy, everything changed. The attention shifted. Calls stopped. Appointments were forgotten. I felt invisible during one of the most vulnerable times of my life.
I tried to understand, but the pain of being overlooked while pregnant after loss cut deep. My parents missed my baby’s birth, showed up late, and shared their excitement online without mentioning my child. That was when I stopped chasing their love.
Instead, I poured into the family I was building—my husband, my daughter, and the quiet joy we found together. Over time, life softened the edges. My sister and I rebuilt a real bond, and my parents slowly began to see what they had missed.
This is a story about miscarriage, pregnancy after loss, and learning that being enough doesn’t depend on being chosen. Sometimes healing comes not from those who hurt us—but from the love we choose to grow anyway.
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