I’ve lost my keys a few times. I’ve lost cell phones, phone
numbers, and library books. I’ve even lost my mind once or twice. But I’ve
never lost a baby.
I WOULDN’T lose a baby.
A baby is not a thing you toss on the counter when you walk
in the door. A baby isn’t something you lose and forget about until you need it
again. A baby isn’t something so easily misplaced or replaced. Because it’s a
baby.
So, a week ago, when there was no longer a heartbeat where
one was just twelve days earlier, the phrase “she lost the baby,” kept running
through my head. I didn’t lose a baby. I wouldn’t have.
Not after years of trying to have another baby would I have
lost it. Not after the elation and surprise we felt at becoming pregnant just
weeks before we had a visit scheduled with a fertility specialist.
After all of that, no, I wouldn’t have lost a baby.
After all of that, no, I wouldn’t have lost a baby.
So, instead, I’ll say I just gave a baby back to God. A baby that, biologically, wasn’t able
to survive in this world. And I get that, I really do. I get that there were
things that didn’t line up the way there were supposed to and, for whatever
reason, this baby wasn’t meant to be here. I understand that…but it still
hurts.
I’ve yet to make it a full day without crying, but I hope a
tearless day is on the horizon. I’ve laughed since it happened, I’ve teased my
husband, I’ve played games, I’ve been “okay.” But sometimes I’m not. Because
this was bigger than a death in my family…this was a death in me. A death of someone I never got to meet but loved fiercely. A death of dreams for someone I'll never get to hold.
And because of that death, I feel discouraged and upset and sad and hopeful and scared and crazy and determined and resentful. But I also feel determined to be faithful because, honestly, I’m not sure I could make it through each day if I didn’t have faith that God has this baby…and he has another one to give us.
And because of that death, I feel discouraged and upset and sad and hopeful and scared and crazy and determined and resentful. But I also feel determined to be faithful because, honestly, I’m not sure I could make it through each day if I didn’t have faith that God has this baby…and he has another one to give us.
We were called to follow a path of faithfulness, not a path
of ease. So, today is hard, but not as hard as yesterday. And tonight, I can
rest easily in the knowledge that I didn’t lose a baby, I just gave a baby back
to God.
1 comment:
Love you sweet friend! My heart hurts for you, I'm so sorry for your loss.
I pray God's comfort over you and Adam both!
All my love,
Whit
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