Well, after my blog on being real, I guess the Lord is prompting me to do just that. It has been a week since my last blog. And it has been a rather long week. I am not even for sure how to say this, or what to say, but I will do my best.
Most all who are reading this probably don't even know that Aaron and I were expecting a baby. We had planned to tell our families on Thanksgiving Day...that wonderful 12 week mark. But, God had other plans in store for us. On Friday, November 21st, I went to the doctor with some complications. He sent me on to McCook for an ultrasound to see what was going on. Aaron was in Holyoke and couldn't make it back in time, but the Lord had worked it out that my mom just happened to be in McCook that day. It definitely wasn't the way I had planned to tell her that I was expecting her first grandchild. I drove down there, and she met me at the clinic. I was so nerve wracked, I honestly don't know how I drove. It had to have been the prayers. We had the ultrasound. I knew something wasn't right. At 10/11 weeks, I should have seen it...seen the heart beat. The ultrasound lady wouldn't say anything at all, and told me to go back to Imperial to talk to my doctor. I knew. In my heart I think I knew before I even had the ultrasound. I cranked up KJLT on the radio and sang all the way home. Aaron met me back at the
Dr. office and the doctor came in and told us that there was no heart beat and I would miscarry within a week and a half. I can't even begin to describe how that felt, other than heartbreaking. We told some of our family, and then we went to the Fireproof movie with our friends as planned. I know that sounds strange, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it at that point, and just wanted my mind on other things. Well, it didn't take a week and a half, it took an evening. After the movie, we went home and it happened. Without going into detail, it was the worst night I have ever experienced. Aaron slept in the hallway so he could be near me and kept reminding me to keep drinking water. At one point, I asked him to go get me some Powerade out of the fridge. I heard a loud crash (this was at 3:00 in the morning). The bottle had slipped out of his hand and the lid had broke and blue Powerade flew all over the kitchen. At that point we were so exhausted and emotionally drained that we both started laughing. Anyone ever laughed while they were crying? I know now, it was God, helping lighten up the situation for us, and it was needed at the time. So, keeping it real. It has been a hard week. I have cried alot, felt empty, been angry, wondered why this happened to us? But in the midst of it all, we have been surrounded by wonderful friends and family, both near and far. I have very dear friends and family who have dealt with this exact heartache, and some who have dealt with heartaches very similar who are closing in the gap and walking beside us. And I am reminded that Jesus loves us so much. I know that Aaron and I will have a baby to see in heaven someday. And I know that God has a plan for our lives, He has given me such hope and comfort. I could not deal with this without Him. My prayer is that He will fill our arms with another baby in our future, and that He will use our pain to help others going through this down the road. It is not an easy road to travel. For right now, I am going to let myself cry and heal because I know the Lord cares so much about us that he places our tears in a bottle ( Ps. 56:8) Not my will, but Thine.