Hopefully Time Will Heal

Part of the problem with the excitement of having your first little bundle of joy is the problem of not being able to keep it in. You want to tell everyone the minute you find out. You wait a few weeks, you have a couple doctor's appointments that go really well and you explode with the joy of telling people your first baby is on the way. You never ever dream that you will then be telling those same people that you've lost your baby. Praying they understand, hoping they don't blame you, worrying about how family and friends will take the news. Most of all you worry about how you will find the strength to tell them. Rather than having several awkward moments weeks down the road as people ask "how's the baby" I know I have to do this. All the strength I have right now is to tell you all that Justin and I have an angel in heaven now. We went in on Wednesday Oct 19th. Our baby would have been exactly 11 weeks on that day if it had continued to grow. We ask for prayers to heal and get through this difficult time. I'm confident that we'll heal and try for another baby one day but I don't think that will ever take away the pain of this moment.