The kitten, now almost 10 months old.
She is a "Torbie" (tabby/tortoiseshell cross).
After multiple early miscarriages, two pregnancies with life-threatening complications (HELLP & a DVT and PE) and two later pregnancy losses that were also life threatening... we're done playing reproduction roulette. Absolutely. Done.
I think the hardest pregnancy loss was the last one - a complete, unplanned surprise - but a nice surprise. We saw the baby waving at us at the ultrasound scan - just over a day before we lost the baby.
Months later when we decided to adopt the kitten at Christmas I didn't even think about her age - but a while later I was going through her paperwork from the store - and there it was. The kitten's birth certificate.
Her birthday was the same day the baby would have been due.
Now... while my kitten certainly isn't another child - and doesn't replace another child, I know that to me this seems like there is a plan in the universe. There was a young soul waiting, who needed us. Needed a family.
And that's enough.























I'm Karen, a divorced mom of two. 





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