The last two weeks have been unusually stressful. I returned from my papaw's funeral in Kentucky (which was a TV drama all in itself, sadly enough) to discover that I was potentially miscarrying a pregnancy that I had not even confirmed with a home pregnancy test. I returned to Georgia, saw my ob/gyn the next day, and learned that I was already about 6 weeks along. The threat of miscarriage is still happening, and can I just say, unless you've been there, you can't put it into words for someone to understand your pain. Yes, there is physical pain, but the emotional toll is hard to bear.
We miscarried two years ago. Liam was 2 years old, and we were shocked to even find out I was pregnant. Now, two years later, we are just as shocked. But the joy of a surprise doesn't even have time to move into your heart because you're already faced with the loss that is inevitable. That's where we are now.
So, now we pray. A baby is such a miracle in so many ways.
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.“ Proverbs 3:5,6
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