This is a hard topic to write about, but I feel it necessary. On Monday, October 12th I discovered I had miscarried my baby. Two days later, I had a DNC, on what would have been the start of my 9th week. Apparently the baby didn't make it much longer after I had my initial doctor's visit on September 28th. Although I never experienced any physical pain that would make me think I miscarried, I somehow knew something wasn't right. I can't explain it, but it was like God was preparing me for what I was about to learn.
My husband and I made a choice - we chose to trust in God and know He has a plan for us. We chose to look at the positive side and not ask the "why us" question. A few weeks ago, I received an email "questioning" my eagerness to tell people so early. You see, I chose to tell people the good news after my first doctor's visit. I share good and bad news with my friends and family. I'm a sharer, it's hard for me to keep my excitment inside. I also knew there was a chance something could go wrong with the pregnancy, with any pregnancy. But I also knew that if something went wrong, I would need all of my friends and family to pray for my husband and me. And that's exactly what we received. I can honestly say that I now know what it's like to "feel" people's prayers. Even through our grief, we both have had such a peace about this and I know it's because of our friends and family lifting us up. I'm thankful that God chose to take this baby so soon... it could have been so much worse.
The doctor told us we won't have to wait long at all to start trying again. And that's exactly what we are choosing to do - we are choosing to try again. God as a plan for us and we will always praise Him and count our many blessings He has bestowed upon us.
