Before you look at the picture, listen to my story.
I seriously debated on writing on such a topic, but due to the lack of knowledge, support, etc... I felt compelled to tell my story. There is nothing to be ashamed of; I did nothing wrong so why not share in hopes that I can help someone else.
Brian and I were expecting Baby Luds #3 with an estimated due date of July 8th. We were thrilled that our last baby was on his/her way! Although early in the pregnancy, we had already started making preparations, debating names, planning nurseries...
I had a routine check-up the day before Thanksgiving that showed a healthy little nugget with a strong little heart at 7 weeks. This being my 3rd pregnancy, I thought I was in the clear because I had seen the heartbeat. Little did I know that less than 2 weeks later, our baby would be gone. I started having some complications a mere 5 days after that ultrasound. My OB told me based on my symptoms, it was likely that I would miscarry. And I did 6 days later. I was 9 weeks pregnant.
I tell my story not for pity, but to say it happened. I don't know why women keep infant loss/miscarriages tucked away as secrets. It's a horrible reality that Brian and I have been dealing with for the last week. We are unbelievably sad, but are thankful that we have two healthy boys who have kept us focused and busy. We are blessed. And while times are tough right now, we know that there is a plan for us and our family.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
Our angel baby. Forever in our hearts.
