it was a thursday....and i whispered a quiet plea to a God i did not understand. i clutched my bible and stood at the edge of all i had left. weeping, sorrowing, lamenting. but not a word could i mutter. it all came out in groans and sighs. and my tears were bitter that night as i turned out the lights and tried to find sleep. miscarriage was a part of my history...and this was my 4th one. here i was grieving another baby i would never hold, never sing to, never know. i would never kiss the cheek, smell the scent or wake to the cry of this sweet child. and it was the loneliest goodbye. each and every time....
forging on and focusing on the 3 beautiful children i was blessed to keep and know...i pushed the grief away with each passing day. and resigned myself over the logical decision to give up having 'just one more'. one month after that last miscarriage, we found out i was pregnant with Emma. i braced myself for yet again..one more disappointment. i couldn't say the word 'baby'...for in my mind this was just a 'pregnancy'. it made it easier to just say that word, leaving myself unattached from the precious little being now invading my body.
when i hit 7 weeks, the spotting started and soon thereafter, some slight cramping. i went into a tail spin. i called my husband at work and told him that i was on my way in to see the doctor...and i was shaking. i was sure i had lost this 'pregnancy' too. it was his birthday, dec. 15, we sat side by side in the lobby of the dr's office, holding hands...each in our own silence.
i remember telling myself to just accept that this was -more than likely-
not going to turn out well...but i prayed fervently with all my might that God would not allow such a painful blow on my husbands birthday. i couldn't bare the thought of each passing year, carrying the hollow memory of losing yet another baby as we tried to celebrate his 'special' day. i am big on birthdays, and i am also big on 'event' days. i can tell you the exact dates of each subsequent miscarriage. and in my own small and quiet way, i observe them all.
finally, after what seemed like an eternity, i found myself laying on the familiar ultra sound bed, the cold jelly and the ultrasound instrument being placed upon my abdomen... the fuzzy little screen, outerspace speckles and stars twirling in the monitor, and finally seeing a tiny little speck of a glowing figure....flickering. the little glow was our sweet baby...and that sweet baby was not showing a heartbeat.
dr. grey decided that he could not actually tell for 'certian' if the heart was beating or not 'on this particular monitor'. so we were ushered into another ultra sound room. my heart was wrenching. my palms sweaty, barely breathing....i looked at my husband and crawled up onto another table. awating my fate...awaiting for the process to start all over again. while dr. grey took his time to gather a few more things... we were in the room alone, just my husband and i.....he grabbed my hand and began to pray.
we were interrupted by the creeking of the opening door...and in walked the doctor. i had a lump in my throat and i braced myself for the worst. he explained this machine was 'newer' and the screen 'much clearer' so it should detect a heart beat right away...i turned and looked away. i closed my eyes and waited for the confirmation. this time, i was not going to allow the loss to take me down. this time i was going to be strong. this time i was going to trust God with all my heart. this time.........i heard a small sigh of relief coming from David...dr. grey took my hand in his and told me look at our baby...heartbeat and all.
the day i finally held her in my arms...the very moment i saw her sweet face...i was restored. she completes our family. at times, (usually in the early morning, when her face is flushed with sleep and her cheeks are 2 rosy pink petals) i look at her in amazement and think about how the power of fear...well, how it gripped my soul and made me give up. God knew my deepest desire was to be a mother...to have that big family that i never had.
i look at my precious girl and i thank God for having 'His way'.
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