For 21 days I knew I was pregnant. 3 positive tests and no reason to doubt. We had been trying and really wanted to add another little Chapman to the mix. My body was changing and I loved it!
Last week my body changed again. Not in any way that a pregnant woman looks forward to. I started to bleed. At first it was light and it had happened before with the first. I went to bed hoping that all would be well in the morning. I hardly slept...
In the early morning I woke and it was worse. Painful. I sobbed. I called the Dr. and was able to get an appointment that morning. Mark and I went to confirm the fears. An almost empty uterus. The ultrasound showed 5 weeks of growth, but I was almost 11 weeks along.
I had miscarried.
How could I tell Bexley and Madison that their wait for a brother or sister would be a little longer. We had all been waiting and hoping for a long time. It wasn't our time, but the Lord's time.
Not in our control. Someone else knows better. I believe!! Faith has made all the difference. I know that we will be blessed with a little one soon. We needn't worry. It is hard now, but it gets better.
I want to share an amazing essay written by the AMAZING cjane. It has given much comfort and strength. The Hourglass Theory... Thanks for your thought!
All is well and I know that everyday will be a little better. Thank goodness for the gospel!
