When I found out I was going to miscarry, I was 7.5 weeks pregnant and had already seen the heartbeat twice. The baby was looking strong, and even after experiencing a subchorionic hemorrhage that led to an ER visit, everything looked how it should. When it went from “how it should” to “how it shouldn’t” during my post-ER follow-up, I was devastated. While the baby did lose its heartbeat at 7.5 weeks, my body waited until 10.5 weeks to miscarry, and it was the most agonizing 3-week wait of my entire life.
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Hello Jessi,
The posted photo of wilted roses in a vase prompted me to comment. It embodies why miscarriage is so difficult: the initial exuberant joy and beauty of having become pregnant in contrast with the subsequent withering away of life that (in our minds) was meant to be. Having experienced multiple losses with and without medical intervention, I can completely identify with you. The sore and empty spots in our hearts caused by loss will never fully go away. They are a constant reminder that life is not in our hands and that “our” children/babies really aren’t “ours” – God gives life and God takes life – according to His plan and His timing. It is good to know that He cares for us more than anyone in this world; he holds us in the palm of His hand. This is true comfort in a fallen world, a world of suffering and pain. The only helpful response to the hardship of miscarriage and loss is to give praise to our creator and to faithfully hold on to His promises. Blessed be the name of the Lord!
Love in Christ,
Anne
Anne, this is such a sweet comment! I hate that I missed it two days ago. I would have responded sooner. Thank you so much for your assurance. God is good in all things, even the difficult.