Intro

November 2016, the day before Thanksgiving, my husband and I were sitting in our living room watching a show when I doubled-over in pain, my stomach contracting. I played it off as normal and tried to ignore it [because I knew exactly what was happening, and I didn’t want to accept it], until my husband noticed I was unable to breathe and made the executive decision that it was time to go to the emergency room.

There, it was confirmed; I was in the process of losing my baby. My body was betraying me. The clothes I had purchased were not going to be worn any time soon. I would not yet need to decorate a nursery. No need to continue lovingly running my hands along my stomach, grateful for the home it had been made into.

If you’re reading this, that probably means my story is one you can resonate with, and for that, I am so sorry. I’m sorry you are swimming in this private sea of grief where every negative emotion imaginable is swirling around you - not to mention the immense physical pain. But take heart in knowing that you are not alone.

Sweet mama, we must make daily decisions to work through the grief, and in no way does this mean you are moving on from your baby. By God’s grace, we are simply able to get to a place where sadness and peace coexist. Where we can acknowledge the life of our babies, come to terms with the loss, and rejoice in the fact that we will see them again. I know you are feeling robbed, but surely we can rest in knowing that our babies were born in the hands of Christ Himself. What better place to be?