Tragedy - it's the only word to describe it. One of my best friends in the world (in real life) has gone through a tragic nightmare. After struggling with infertility and going through the rollercoaster ride known as IVF, she had the feeling of pure bliss at a positive pregnancy test, the joy of hearing and seeing a tiny heartbeat and feeling the growing new life inside of her. Facebook friends celebrated her joy and saw the ultrasound pictures of her precious baby girl. The baby shower invitations went out and we talked of baby shower games, food, and fun. Nothing could put a damper on her happiness. However, my dear friend and her husband (also a dear friend) have experienced their (and my) worst fear. At almost 23 weeks pregnant, she went into early labor and lost her little one. Weighing in at a little over one pound, this tiny medical miracle left the world as quickly as she entered it.
Utter sadness does not describe what I feel for my friend. I wish that there was more I could do for her during this difficult time. Her experiences with infertility and pregnancy up to this point have mirrored the hopes I have for myself. There is no way I could possibly understand what she is going through now after this tremendous loss, but I feel like her pain is also my pain. My fears personified. Rebecca is a beautiful blogger and has eloquently told the birth story of Lillian Grace: http://roadlesstraveledblog.blogspot.com/. I'm keeping her and her family in my thoughts and prayers.
Thank you so much for this, your thoughts & prayers. I'll be updating the blog later today about the service yesterday, it was wonderful. Love you, one thing I know with absolute certainty now...it is the people in my life that matter most.
ReplyDeleteWhen I read the beginning of this post I just knew you were talking about rebecca...when I read her blog last week, my heart broke. I wept for a good hour, and I sort of lost hope. Tragedy really is the only word to use.
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