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In February of 2017, our son Phoenix turned one. Within a month, we were pregnant with our second child. We were both surprised and excited. We hadn’t expected to become pregnant again so quickly when it had taken us around seven months the first time.
We were on vacation when I took the test and found out, so upon arriving home, I called and asked to change my upcoming annual OBGYN appointment to a prenatal appointment. At first everything seemed normal, but at some point, I started to feel concerned that I hadn’t felt movement yet. I convinced myself that every baby is different, and that this one was just more chill than Phoenix had ...
“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin,”
Matthew 6:28
“What does it say?” my husband asked anxiously. “It’s…it’s…I think…it might be…positive?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. After three years of praying and trying and trying and praying, we were parents. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. I felt that God had shown me the Christmas before that I would become pregnant at the same time as my friend found out the gender of her child, and that’s exactly what happened.
We danced. We sang. We prayed. We cried and shouted for joy! We were parents. I was a mom, and the man I love most ...
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 ...
His Name is Gideon.
He wasn’t here long. But in the hour, give or take a few minutes, that he was on this earth, he was loved and cherished by his mom and dad.
No child could have ever been nor ever will be adored any more than how Gideon was.
I met this family last night shortly after 9PM. Gideon’s mom, Kayla, had reached out to me months ago checking to see if I still take pictures for NILMDTS, an organization that networks photographers around the country to offer their services when a newborn child will not be leaving the hospital alive due to complications that develop during pregnancy. I assured her that I did ...
I still remember the morning I found out I was expecting. It was something Kory and I had been trying for, even though it really didn’t take us long. Kory was at work two hours away with limited phone service, and had told me they would probably be working real late. As soon as I took that pregnancy test and saw it was positive, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew there was no way I could tell Kory the news in just a text message, so I started browsing on Pinterest some fun ways to tell the new dad. Once I had decided on something, I went to Walmart, and found myself looking through the baby stuff. I imagined what it would be like to ...
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 ...
In the fall of 2017, our family decided that we wanted to have another child. We began praying together that God would answer the desire of our hearts, specifically for a son. Our prayers were answered almost immediately, and I became pregnant. I didn’t recognize it at the time, but I now know that I miscarried shortly after in December. It wasn’t until I learned that we were again expecting the following March, and I was flooded with the same symptoms, that I became cognizant of my miscarriage just months before. While staring at the positive lines, the tinge of sorrow for our previous loss was mixed with the joyous thought of this new life ...
“I’m sorry.”
The two words no expectant mother wants to hear with an ultrasound wand on her stomach. Disbelief washed over me as I saw my perfect, beautiful, motionless baby on the screen. How could this be? Less than 36 hours ago, I saw him kicking and punching at my doctor’s office. How could something so monumental happen in such a short amount of time? I collapsed into a sobbing heap as the nurses wrapped me up in their arms. Strangers were holding me as I cradled my still belly after hearing the worst news I have ever received.
After the nurses helped me call my husband and my parents, I was taken to a delivery room in the hospital. I ...
We had always wanted a big family, Before we were even married, we knew we wanted at least four or five kids. So, even though it came as a bit of a surprise, when we found out I was pregnant with number six, I was so excited. All of my previous pregnancies and deliveries had gone wonderfully, but I’m an ultrasound technologist myself, and had seen tragedy strike in my patients. I wondered if this would ever happen to me.
When the first abnormality was detected at 10 weeks, I knew how serious it could be. One week later, the specialist looked me in the eye and told me he was suspicious that our precious baby had a chromosome abnormality that was ...
We named her Halle. We picked it out as our future little girl name shortly after her daddy and I were married in 2012 and long before she was ever conceived. It came with ease and enthusiasm for both of us. We struggled through selecting the names of our first two sons, Weston in 2014 and Caleb in 2016. When we found out we were expecting for a third time in 2018, we assumed we would be struggling to pick out another boy name. If by some crazy chance God had given us a girl, it would be a no-brainer.
We went in to the hospital for our halfway-point ultrasound in April to check on the baby’s development and discover the gender. “I think I know, ...
