About a month ago, my friend confided in me she was 7 weeks pregnant. I was so excited for, she and her husband were in the premarital class my husband and I took. I was so excited, I called my husband. I wished they hadn’t moved out of state last year. She was feeling awful with morning sickness but I could hear her smile, “It’s a good sign.”
Yesterday she told me she had a miscarriage. Her baby had stopped growing 4 weeks ago and there was no heart beat. I felt my heart break with every word she said. She was just getting into her second trimester. I wish I could cross the distance between us and hold her. Tears weld up as she told me they have to do minor surgery because her body wasn’t doing it naturally. My heart crumbled even more. I wish I could do something. Anything. Sadly in this world miscarriage is very real possibility. And I wish she didn’t have to go through that. She is a strong, beautiful woman. She told me, “I’m glad your baby was healthy. I’d never want you to go through this.” tears filled my eyes. I wish she didn’t have to experience this. I don’t have an answer as to why horrible things happen to good people. But what gets me through is my hope in Jesus Christ. And I believe that sweet baby is in the arms of Jesus. Where he/she will never feel the pain of this world. But I know of a mommy an daddy that will miss that baby dearly. This post is in remembrance of that Precious Baby. There are many who love you and never got to meet you. You will truly be missed.