100 results for tag: Miscarriage
The morning was just like any other morning. I woke up. Had coffee with my husband. Did a little reading. Then headed to the bathroom after all that coffee. That's when it happened. The dreaded monthly reminder that I was not pregnant. Again.
I know there are women that try for years and cannot get pregnant, however, I had been unable to relate to that sort of thing until then. I had three beautiful children. Every single one of them was conceived within one or two months of trying. I hadn't given it much thought that there was a possibility that I couldn't get pregnant. So when my husband and I decided we wanted to have another child, I was comple...
My husband and I tried to get pregnant for three years before finally deciding to seek help with fertility treatments. We were lucky enough to get pregnant soon after. When that sweet bundle of much wanted baby was seven months old, we were shocked to find out we were pregnant again—this time on our own. We were thrilled beyond belief. Our prayers had been answered.
My pregnancy was easy. Everything went perfect. I really wanted to go into labor naturally this time and that wish came true. The night of May 20, 2019, after taking a warm Epsom salt bath, my contractions started. By 10:00pm I knew they were real. We got to the hospital just before ...
My story as a mother began in August 2017. As my husband and I were just over two and a half years into our marriage, we thought it was a good time to try and start a family. We started trying that July, and to our surprise we found out we were pregnant in August. We were thrilled and couldn’t wait to tell family.
We told our parents when we were eight weeks along. It was a Saturday morning. The next day ended turning into something completely different than we had ever imagined. We were supposed to go to a professional football game that day, but I started bleeding heavily in the morning. I knew something wasn’t right and called the midwife I ...
My husband and I married in 1996. We were living in a one room apartment, and we were so poor. We had our plans. I thought we would be married for a couple of years, then we’d have babies and move into a little house with a white picket fence and a dog. In 1998, we found out I was pregnant and we were so excited. We weren’t really planning for it, but we were so excited that we were going to have a baby. We waited until we were 12 weeks before we told anybody, and we were just loving every second of it.
Around 19 weeks I woke up one morning, went to the bathroom, and I was spotting a little bit. I really didn’t think anything of it, because I ...
A little before we made the decision to start trying for baby number three, my older sister and her husband found out that their son, Jaxson, had a hereditary genetic disorder that was complicated. It would require a bone marrow transplant along with additional, life long, support of various kinds. Of course this was difficult news for our entire family to digest, but I didn’t worry about the effects that it could have on my family—until a conversation that I had with someone close to the situation. I was excited to share that we were going to start trying for another baby, but the conversation took a turn I wasn’t expecting: I was advised to ...
My husband and I were married in June of 2012. We were very excited to learn in July that we were pregnant so shortly after getting married. We had a few scares at the beginning of the pregnancy, but at my 13 week appointment we heard the heartbeat and the doctor confirmed that everything was going well. Our excitement grew each day as we started to prepare to become first time parents.
A few weeks later, in late September, I traveled out of town to visit my parents while my husband was away for work. On a beautiful Sunday afternoon, I went to use the restroom shortly after lunch. I was planning on going shopping with my mom and sister, ...
I remember talking to a friend after my first loss, wondering aloud if I would always tell people when they asked how many children I had, that I had one in heaven. She told me, “I am sure when you have one on your hip, and one grabbing your leg, that you won’t feel like you need to tell people.”
It was intended to comfort, but she was wrong. My hope babies, are all a part of our family in both my mind and my heart. They left much too quickly, and the scars I had on my heart remain. Scars from two losses in a row and a third a few years later, from the callous things people said to me, and from trying to pretend to be okay for too long until ...
On the morning of April 23rd, I woke up with this verse in my mind: “All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be” (Psalm 139:16). This verse had special significance to me on that day as my husband and I were headed in for my first prenatal appointment for our third baby. I was about 11 weeks along and was hoping to hear baby’s heartbeat for the first time that day. However, I never heard it.
In the weeks leading up to this appointment, I had started to feel uneasiness that something might be wrong with the pregnancy, even though I really didn’t have any good reason to think ...
After three years of tearful prayers and longing, my husband and I were ecstatic when we learned we were expecting our first child. This baby, a little boy we named Ethan, was a long-awaited answer to many prayers and we praised God for this precious gift. “God is so faithful,” we heard again and again, as we shared the news with the countless friends and family who had been praying for us over the years. God’s faithfulness felt so evident in our lives and our hearts overflowed with gratitude.
At our 20-week anatomy scan, we learned that Ethan displayed a variety of concerning markers. We were later told our sweet baby boy had Full ...
April 5 was like any other Easter Sunday. My husband, Jeremy, was drumming, and I was helping lead worship. We arrived early and had two successful services. During the middle of the third service I helped out in the nursery, as it was over-packed with babies, and talked about the precious wee-one growing inside of me. Then, before heading back on stage at the end of service I went to the bathroom and saw it: blood.
I immediately started to freak out as I hadn’t spotted once during the previous ten weeks. I called my doctors office and they were less than helpful, and so Jeremy and I decided to go to the ER right away. The wonderful ...
