Our tiny baby is no more...and I was not prepared for the loss. Just like I was so surprised when Lily was born with a disability I was shocked when I started to miscarry. It's not that I don't expect to deal with hardships in my life but having seven healthy pregnancies keeps me in the mode of expecting my 8th to be just fine. Even when Lisa asked me several times if I had felt sick yet and I answered "no", I just kept believing I would be sick any day now. (they say nausea is a good sign of a good implantation) There are many causes: a hormone imbalance and older age can be just a few of the factors. The baby boy soon to be three that is sitting on my lap right now is one of the reminders that God is good...even in sorrow..even in loss...I am my Maker's and I surrender to him. Anger is not a temptation for me..but sometimes a little pity arises though I know many many women who have experienced many miscarriages and some have no children...I will count my blessings. Yet grief is good...It can be good..it is humbling...it can also open a door in our hearts ..a door for receiving the guests of love and comfort. So I am okay...I am amazed at the body of Christ where true friendships exist..
