May 24, 2010 at 1:30pm
Traveling home from Manitoba, I feel a mild distance between the present and the experience of losing my baby only five days ago. What does this mean? Am I healing? In denial? Am I strong? Am I weak? Heartless? I know that I miscarried a child I desperately desired with all of my heart, yet my heart is not in that place at this present moment. I feel somewhat empty of emotion. A mere cast or shadow of humanity. How can that be? The guilt creeps in, whispering, what kind of person are you, that you are not crying for your lost baby?
...to be continued.
May 24, 2010 at 5:30pm
The journey continues. As we pass the exit for Aylesbury, Saskatchewan, I sign out from my Yahoo! Mail with a grateful and glowing heart. Support is flooding into my life and heart from the lives and hearts of those close to me. This outpouring of kindness and compassion has eased the ache in my heart today...a balm of love to soothe the pain. Thank-you, everyone.
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The anonymous bloggings of one Christian woman's journey through fertility, miscarriage, and infertility. My first son was born when I was 19 years old and a single mom - in 1993. After becoming a Christian in 1995, and being married in 1998 (and deeply desiring more children for years), my second baby was miscarried in 2010. My beautiful and healthy daughter was born in 2011. As I approach my 40's, my husband and I are hoping to be blessed with more children, God willing.
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The LORD is close to the brokenhearted. Psalm 34:18
...I miscarried on Wednesday, May 19th, 2010, at 9 weeks 6 days.
"I know the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me." Jeremiah 29:11-13
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