I wasn’t sure how much I would share, but writing on here is therapeutic for me. On September 1, I found out I was pregnant. I was in shock. I was excited, but terrified. On August 1, I had heart surgery, and was put on a new medication that was dangerous to conceive on. Therefore, this wasn’t planned (but God had plans of his own). I stopped all four of my medications. I prayed and prayed. I was terrified the meds already did their damage. Two weeks later I started bleeding. My heart sank. I just knew. The amount of guilt I had was unbearable for being on the medication.…
