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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 ...
I feel like I have told Isaac’s story hundreds of times over the past seven years, and yet, each time it’s difficult to know where to start. Because the Bible says that God knew us before the foundation of the world, I know that Isaac’s story began before I was laying on the ultrasound table that day in March of 2011. However, for the purpose of this blog, that is where I will begin.
That day, a day that will forever be etched in my memory, we were at the doctor for a followup. Our “routine” genetic screening, just three weeks prior, had indicated that the precious baby growing within my womb might be sick. Those three weeks had been long ...
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...
In March, 2017, I took a home pregnancy test and it was positive. It was such a surprise! My husband Jason and I were overjoyed at the news.
At our first doctor appointment we had an ultrasound to show how far along our little one was. She was a bit hard to find on that first ultrasound picture. Just a tiny little blessing and everything with baby and I looked great.
At my next appointment, my doctor wanted to take extra precautions because I was pregnant in my 40’s, so she ordered a genetic and gender panel for me. This would allow us to know the gender of our baby earlier than I had ever previously experienced. A week after taking the test we ...
Today marks 10 months without our first child, Anna. When I think back to the week that lead to her death and every day since I can’t say I have one specific thought or feeling that captures it all. Words fail to express the overwhelming emotions and lessons that come with the loss of a child because it’s messy, grievous, and at times embarrassing. But what has been clearly defined through it all is that God is who He says He is, even when life isn’t what you’ve expected.
At 16 weeks pregnant I experienced mild cramping all morning at church. I remember worshiping God with the song “I Will Look Up” for the first time. As each edifying ...
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 ...
I have felt the pull on my heart to share my story. I have tried to avoid it, but over and over the Lord is pushing me to share what He is teaching me.
Last March, after more than a year of trying to start a family, we found out I was pregnant. While I was excited, something seemed to keep me from being overly excited. Then, a few weeks after finding out I was pregnant, I had a miscarriage.
I was angry and heartbroken. I felt embarrassed and confused. Mostly, I was in pain. I took multiple showers, because laying on the floor of my shower until the hot water ran out was the best comfort I could find. My tears flowed with the shower water, and ...
“God, please cradle my fragile heart and remind me that its ok to love and accept the child within me.”
These are the words I wrote in my prayer journal the night before I found out that my baby had no heartbeat. Weeks had gone by that I carried this baby with no beating heart. These very same words I had written the night before, became the immediate first words I heard in my mind when the ultrasound tech said, “I’m sorry.” Even before those words left her mouth, I couldn’t look at the monitor. The anxiety and fear of losing another baby less than six months apart was just too much.
Five minutes later, I was dabbing a tissue into each ...
