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In the Stillness
There’s a worship song that I use to sing quite often back in my high school youth group days. You might be familiar with it. The opening lyrics say,
“In the secret, in the quiet place
In the stillness You are there.
In the secret, in the quiet hour I wait,
Only for You, ‘cause I want to know you more…”
I had always thought of those lyrics as a portrait of the author rising early in the morning before the hustle and bustle of the day, cracking open her bible and waiting for the Lord to blow down fresh fire with His word. The Lord, God of all heaven and all earth, intimately making Himself present and known to ...
Our lives were forever changed when our twin girls, Anna and Ella, were born the morning of July 19, 2015 at 27 weeks. Anna was born at 3:31 am and weighed 1 lb. 15.9 ounces and Ella was born at 3:32 am and weighed 1 lb. 15.8 ounces. They were both immediately taken to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) and we were told to expect them to remain in the hospital for at least 13 weeks (until their due date).
We knew we had a long road ahead of us but we were hopeful they would both come home with us. I am a pediatric nurse practitioner so I made it my full-time job to know every detail of their care. After they were born, Anna seemed to ...
I believe our mess is our message and often, and as a result of experiencing difficult things, we can be a light to those around us who walk the same path. Our first loss was over 8 years ago. I copied many of my original words to share our story.
A few days after a routine (30-week) ultrasound, we were called into the doctor's office for another ultrasound. We went in and our doctor showed us some physical abnormalities that Addie had. We were really nervous and not sure how optimistic to be. He sent us to a specialist. The specialist pointed out a few more things that made us really nervous. He took some amniotic fluid and sent it off to be ...
I went to the doctor because I had been feeling sick for a couple of days, and my husband Jerimy urged me to go. To my shock and amazement, I was pregnant. I cried big, happy tears at the thought of a third child.
Seven years prior, after over a year of infertility, we had our son, Caiden. We never tried after that for another biological baby. Our daughter, Kylie, was adopted because we knew how difficult it was for us to get pregnant and there were so many children waiting for a family.
I told my husband that afternoon. I remember him saying, “How did this happen?" We were both in a such state of happy confusion.
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When I was twelve weeks pregnant with my first child, my husband and I learned that something was seriously wrong. The baby had characteristics of Trisomy 18, a fatal genetic abnormality.
The wait to confirm this suspicion was full of both fear and hope. Fear of the future and hope that my God could get me through anything. After several specialist appointments, the diagnosis was confirmed via amniocentesis. Along with Trisomy 18, the baby also had Spina Bifida.
The rest of my pregnancy was bittersweet. I absolutely loved seeing my belly grow, but was dreading the moment I gave birth. Even though I knew I wasn’t in control, I had a sense of ...
My husband and I first started dating when we were 15, always knowing that we both wanted a family. After we were married in our late 20s, it was only about 6 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. Back then, having our babies was seemed so easy. We had no complications with either pregnancy and felt so fortunate to have these two healthy babies.
We both come from families of 3 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. We tried ...
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 ...
My husband and I have a daughter, Harper who is 2 years old. I had been diagnosed with PCOS and Endometriosis before my daughter was born. She was actually our miracle baby. We worked for months before she was born on determining a diagnosis. I remember being devastated at the doctor’s office finding out we would need help to conceive our first child. To our great surprise, we were actually pregnant during the consultation with our doctor.
When Harper was 16 months old, we decided we wanted to expand our family. We consulted with our doctor who helped us find the right path to start the process. I vividly remember a few months later the ...
Going down this journey opened up a whole new community that I did not know existed. You grow up thinking, Okay I’ll find the right guy, get married and then have children. It never even crosses your mind that you could lose a child. But there are so many mothers out there who do and it needs to be talked about. I find just sharing your story can make all the difference in the world.
I am lucky to call my soulmate my middle school sweetheart. We met in our sixth grade math class and have been together ever since. I know now looking back, God had destined for us to meet so early because of the bond we would need to face the road ahead.
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May 13, 2014 started out like any other day…I dropped off my oldest at school and the two younger boys at daycare. At the time, my daughter Lilly was 7, David was 3, and Matthew was almost 4 months old, he was born on January 14, 2014. My family felt complete. I was the happiest I had ever been, content with life. Later that morning I was told I was needed in the conference room at work; there I met two police officers who told me my son Mathew had passed away at daycare. Shock immediately set in. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel, or what to do. The next few days and weeks were a blur; devastation, hopelessness, sorrow, ...
