This past summer, when I went to the OB for my 9 week ultrasound, I went in with a certain knowing. An ominous feeling that I just couldn’t shake. Things didn’t feel right. I didn’t feel right. Yet, when we sat there staring at the stillness that was our miscarriage I was shocked. I didn’t want to be right.
I don’t understand miscarriage. I don’t know why it happens sometimes and not others. I do know that there really isn’t anything you can do to cause it. And I never understood the devastation of early miscarriage until I experienced it. There are no words.
Just a season of mourning.
This week, I would have been 28 weeks into that pregnancy.
Instead, I am 9 weeks into a new one.
We heard the heart beat today. We saw our little one wiggling and thriving and being perfectly developed for this stage.
And we are so thankful.
It’s been a roller coaster of emotion and questions and learning to trust. A faith walk like I have never experienced. I don’t know why things happen the way they do. But we are so thankful.
This right here is a season to rejoice!