101 results for tag: Miscarriage
In June of 2017, I found out I was pregnant with my fourth child. My husband and I were so excited to add to our family. My oldest was hoping for a baby sister as she has two younger brothers. Our excitement quickly turned to heartache when an ultrasound at 12 weeks revealed that our baby had a cystic hygroma and the start of hydrops.
A blood test revealed that our unborn baby girl had Turner syndrome, and because of the complications that she was presenting, she only had a 1% chance of making it to birth. We decided that her name was going to be Aletheia (which means truth) Hope Arete (which means virtue). I knew I would need to cling ...
Jesus is better. One short sentence. Just three simple words. Yet, in it there is so much theology. Truth. Depth. Conviction. Jesus is better. Do I really believe that? I mean sure, I know it's true. But deep down in the real me, do I believe it? After I lost my son to miscarriage, can I still live my life in such a way that reflects that belief? Some days, I do. But if I'm really honest, there are days I don't. Like the days I'm really missing Jeremy.
Jeremy, my third child, is my Hope baby. I miscarried at 15 weeks, on August 1, 2018.
When I woke up that morning, I never expected it to be any different from any other day. I never ...
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a mother. So, when I found out I was pregnant for the first time in November 2017, I was so happy. My husband was at work when I found out, and I couldn’t even wait until he got home to tell him. We announced I was pregnant to our church and to our families. Everyone was so excited and praised God for this sweet baby. Then, on the morning of December 4, 2017, I woke up bleeding. After spending all day in the emergency room, my husband took me home that night, and I miscarried our first child early the next morning. We named him Noah. And while we both grieved, and continue to grieve, I took it the ...
Several weeks before my husband, David, left for Air Force Basic training, we found out I was pregnant with our first child. We’ve always held the belief that every life should be celebrated, so we would not hide our child’s life, no matter how brief. We weren’t “expecting” a baby. We had one. What we didn’t fully grasp were the chances of losing that baby. You hear the statistic that 1 in 4 pregnancies end in loss, but those odds are for other people, not for me and my baby. I’m glad of that naivety at times, because it allowed for pure celebration, undefiled by odds and statistics.
We announced the news to our ...
My husband and I decided to try expanding our family in December of 2016, and with every month that passed, I learned more about my cycle than I ever thought I would have to know. We began pursuing infertility testing about a year later.
On January 25, 2018, I found out I was pregnant with our precious Logan Lee. We also received the results from my husband’s sperm analysis that day. After the stick turned blue on multiple tests, I paced our apartment for about a half hour in excitement, and then drove to Walmart to prepare a “Daddy Survival Kit” to surprise my husband when he came home that evening.
This baby was an answer to our ...
In September 2016, I walked down the aisle to Sara Groves’ song “He’s Always Been Faithful”:
This is my anthem, and this is my song,
The theme of the stories I’ve heard for so long:
God has been faithful, He will be again.
His loving compassion, it knows no end.
All I have need of His hand will provide.
He’s always been faithful to me.
My husband and I had seen God’s faithfulness woven through the stories of our lives up to that point, but only God knew how fitting those words would be as the next couple of years unfolded.
Just a few months into our marriage, we found out I was pregnant. We were surprised ...
There are two drops of blood that are forever stained in my mind. Two drops, on a tile floor in the emergency room, that signaled an end to a precious beginning. They can never be wiped clean—they stay with me, but they do not leave me in despair.
It all began in October of 2014. One Sunday morning I woke up and took a pregnancy test. It was positive and we were pregnant! My husband and I had tried to have a child for over a year, and this was the most precious news to begin my morning. We were ecstatic! We would finally be parents! After church, we let our close family and friends know so that they could be celebrating and praying with us for a ...
May 27, 2018. My due date. My husband and I once looked forward to this day with so much excitement and anticipation. It might not have even been this day exactly. It could have been a few days earlier, probably a few days later. Regardless, according to our plan it would have happened. But that’s the thing about life sometimes. It doesn’t always go the way you plan—because in October 2017, I had a miscarriage.
I was far enough along in my pregnancy to barely start showing. I was far enough along to experience the rough symptoms that I would give anything to feel again. Very few people even knew I was pregnant, let alone knew I ...
“There’s no heartbeat.” Four words—words no parent ever wants to hear. My husband and I have three daughters, so at our 20 week sonogram, the four words we were hoping to hear were, “You’re having a boy!” But on September 13, 2016, those other four words changed our lives forever. We left the office, drove home, and told our daughters that the baby we all wanted so badly was not going to be coming home with us. Two days later, we delivered the son we hoped for, but not the way we hoped to. Angel was stillborn due to chord issues. The pain of saying hello and good-bye to our son in the span of a few hours was crushi...
My husband and I always wanted to have kids, and started family planning while we were working in Apartment Life Ministry as a CARES Team. Our job at the apartment was to live on property, help build community, and share the love of Christ in tangible ways. Along that journey, we got pregnant in February 2017. We didn’t think it would happen easily as the doctor had already told me the year prior that I would have trouble because of some thyroid and hormone issues. It all happened fast, and we got very excited about the pregnancy. But later that week my body started to miscarry. My husband, Josh, and I prayed over that loss and hurt, but still felt ...
