A broken heart for Valentines Day

At about 9 weeks along, Matt and I were finally sharing the news with friends, family, and co-workers whom had not already heard the news… we were expecting a new baby! The due date was September, and it didn’t take long for us to start dreaming up names and visions of Charlotte with her new little brother or sister. But… (and here comes the sad part) it wasn’t in Gods plan for us to have this baby. On Thursday evening, I called Matt terrified to hurry home- he had been out of town, but was on his way back. In my heart I knew I was losing the baby, but I prayed and hoped that it would stop and that the baby would be ok. Matt took me to the hospital and we were there for a horrific 8.5 hours, and then had to return to the doctors for another 2 hours the next day. We did indeed lose the baby and our hearts were crushed. I cried and cried for so long that my eyes burned for days. And every time I fell asleep or was distracted over the weekend… it only took moments for my mind to recount the entire episode all over again and feel that ache in my heart for our lost baby. It is not easy for us to talk about, so if we didn’t call, its not that we didn’t want to… we just couldn’t. This is a very personal event to share online, but this is our family blog… our story… our lives. I know through experience, that tough times are often a way for God to provide something wonderful in our lives. We appreciate all of the prayers and support!