If I hadn't lost my baby in October, perhaps I would be giving birth soon. My due date was June 25.
We've been trying to conceive again since then but to no avail.
After a few weeks and months, the intense grief of the initial loss subsided into a background hum, sometimes easy to ignore.
The discipline of grief is balancing the need to go on with the life with the need to acknowledge the loss.
This week, the background hum has become distracting, a rising tide of sound demanding attention.
I should be having a baby soon.
Instead, we're still watching and wondering when we will be blessed again.
And yet I know that when (or if?) we are, that won't change how much I miss Audrey Hope and wish I could hold her.
This blog is about God’s faithfulness and my frailty. I write about my personal faith in Jesus, family life with ADHD and autism, grace-infused parenting, mental health and my heart transplant journey. Learn along with me how to treat ourselves gently and extend that same grace to others – especially our husbands and children.
My Joyous would have been due around the same time. I am thankful for the new little life that I have growing in me now, but it doesn't diminish how much I miss the others, or replace any of the three I have lost. Praying for you, mama, for comfort and peace.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words and prayers.
ReplyDeleteMuch love to you, Pio. I am so sorry. Praying for comfort, blessings and joy. <3
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dulce.
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