100 results for tag: Miscarriage
My husband and I and our three small children moved from Nevada to Texas in the summer of 2014. Soon after, we were thrilled to learn I was pregnant with our fourth child. Our other three pregnancies and births had been so straightforward and we had no reason to think this one would be any different.
On November 14, 2014, my husband and I went to our 20-week anatomy scan. During the scan, my husband and I happily chattered away, totally oblivious to how long the doctor was looking at our daughter’s brain and heart. After the doctor finished the anatomy scan, she first told us our baby was measuring small. We absorbed the news, but even then, ...
A year after Nate and I married, we found out that I was pregnant with our first precious life. Twelve weeks into that pregnancy, we learned that our baby no longer had a heartbeat, and my heart felt like its own pulse was forever altered.
Two and a half months after our miscarriage, I found out I was pregnant again. There was an excitement and renewed hope I hadn’t tasted in months, and yet a crouching, nagging hesitation left me anxious to grasp onto any certainty that this little one’s life would not end in another miscarriage. My desire to have certainty clouded any ability to see and handle the brutal reality that I have never been, nor ever ...
We began trying for children in October 2009. Due to a rare genetic disorder my husband carried and our family history, we anticipated loss to be a part of that journey. From May 2010-February 2012 we experienced three losses. They were all 3-6 week losses and each time, no heartbeat was detected.
We kept trusting the Lord even though it was really hard. I had to battle a lot of bitter feelings because I had friends getting pregnant left and right. It was a challenging time because, while we knew what the Bible says about the faithfulness of God, we were not seeing our prayers answered in the ways we expected.
We tried fertility doctors to seek ...
The day before we put our house on the market, I found out I was pregnant.
It was a tough time to discover this news with a major move ahead and all the limitations that a pregnancy would put upon me. After all, who would help JJ move our furniture now? And would I be up for packing in light of possible morning sickness and fatigue?
Regardless, I started to warm up to the idea of expanding our family within the next few days and even started thinking about baby names. The truth is, I never wanted Liam to be an only child, but the timing was never right to have another baby before. So, as much as the timing still did not seem right to me (nor would ...
In 2018, my husband, Brian and I had been trying to get pregnant for almost three years. Shortly after, we realized Brian had a low sperm count and he started infertility treatments called Clomid. He had only been using Clomid for two or three months when we realized that we needed to get off of it.
I remember laying on the bathroom floor on my knees, surrendering to God and His timing. "Lord, you know our hearts desire to be parents. If You allow us that opportunity, we will raise this child to know You".
Only a few months later, we found out we were pregnant—and we had conceived naturally. But the excitement didn't last long when we soon ...
My husband and I were married in our late 20s, always knowing that we both wanted a family. It was only about six months before we decided that we would like to start a family. We were blessed with a baby girl in 2011 and a baby boy in 2013. Having babies seemed so easy. We had no complications with either pregnancy and felt so fortunate to have these two healthy children.
We both come from families with three children and felt strongly that our family was not complete. In 2015 we started trying for our third and assumed it would come easily as it had before. However, this time was different.
This time we tried for several months. Finally, we ...
It had been nearly a year since our early miscarriage and we yearned for a sibling here for our almost 3-year-old son. I had recently finished reading a book on prayer which inspired me to keep a prayer journal and be more intentional in seeking quiet time with the Lord.
I began to recognize that my fervent desire (bordering on obsession) to expand our family had become an idol to me. A verse that I continued to meditate on during that time says, “Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart” (Psalm 37:4). These words sank deep as I began to understand that the Lord promises to place His desires in our heart, not ...
I remember well the night we found out we were pregnant with our second baby. It was July 2, 2011. I took three pregnancy tests that had such a faint pink line that I finally went out and bought one of the ones that said “pregnant” or “not pregnant” because I had to be sure. To say we were excited was probably a bit of an understatement.
Our oldest had just turned one a little over a month before. We loved our little family of three, but couldn’t wait to give Ian the gift of a sibling. I was thrilled at the idea of hearing the sounds of multiple children in my home. The thought of it made me giddy. We told our families and close friends ...
My husband kept asking when we could try for another baby. I kept delaying. It seemed so overwhelming with a busy toddler at home. But the time came when I felt ready to try. Conceiving happened just as quickly as it did with our firstborn. It gave me hope and encouragement that it seemed effortless for our bodies. It seemed like a sign that our bodies were healthy. I didn’t fear anything would go wrong because the first pregnancy was smooth sailing.
But unlike my previous pregnancy, things seemed more difficult. My allergies flared up, my lungs struggled to breathe, and doctors altered my medications. I felt uneasy about the health of our baby as ...
“I’m sorry, I normally can see a heartbeat in a baby this size, but I don't.”
“I’m sorry, this doesn't look to me like a viable pregnancy.”
Two different pregnancies, two different ultrasound techs, two different lives lost. And my heart broken two different times.
The doctors say it’s good that my two “missed” miscarriages didn't happen in a row. I had a healthy son between the two of them. But that didn't comfort me. Nothing can comfort a woman who has just found out her baby “isn't viable.” Nothing but the love of Jesus.
The first time I miscarried, the pregnancy was not planned. I still, however, cried buckets of ...
