Miscarriage.
This one word holds so many emotions inside it. Fear, guilt, sadness, confusion, loss, anger, loneliness, pain, the list goes on and on.
This one word holds so many emotions inside it. Fear, guilt, sadness, confusion, loss, anger, loneliness, pain, the list goes on and on.
You cannot help but fear it when you are pregnant. I've had two perfectly healthy pregnancies before. I hoped and prayed it wouldn't happen with this my third. But all my hoping and praying didn't keep it from happening.
On November 12, 2013 at 3:30 pm I miscarried my third child. I was ten weeks pregnant. I was crushed. All alone at the ER. The wait was extra long due to more critical patients being brought in. I sat there waiting my turn, trying not to cry but letting them flow once the tears came. My pregnancy had ended. All I wanted was to be home with my loves. Once I was finally home I snuggled my sweet babies.
I have had so much support through this. I am so very blessed in that way. My greatest comfort has come from my family. Both those in my home and those far away.
My children have been one of my greatest comfort.
Glen has been the sweetest and his blessings have helped more than I can say.
My parents being there to listen any time. Day or night.
My niece Lailan's text messages were so sweet. They helped me feel not so alone in the ER.
My sisters listening to me cry.
My brother Marc calling to check on me.
As I was praying one night, telling my Heavenly Father all I was feeling this hymn came to my mind.
Where can I turn for peace?
I have had so much support through this. I am so very blessed in that way. My greatest comfort has come from my family. Both those in my home and those far away.
My children have been one of my greatest comfort.
Glen has been the sweetest and his blessings have helped more than I can say.
My parents being there to listen any time. Day or night.
My niece Lailan's text messages were so sweet. They helped me feel not so alone in the ER.
My sisters listening to me cry.
My brother Marc calling to check on me.
As I was praying one night, telling my Heavenly Father all I was feeling this hymn came to my mind.
Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart,
Searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows,
Where, when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.
He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind,
Love without end.
I read these lyrics so many times the days after my miscarriage. I have felt the truth of these words. He did send me peace and I have felt his endless love for me.
I read these lyrics so many times the days after my miscarriage. I have felt the truth of these words. He did send me peace and I have felt his endless love for me.
Oh my goodness, Anna, I am so very sorry! I had no idea! I wish I could've been there for you, the way you were there for me. I can't even imagine the pain! Please ler me know if there's anything I can do.
ReplyDeleteThanks Erin! You've always been such a good friend.
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