Sorry I haven't updated earlier. But it hasn't been an easy weekend.
We went for the ultrasound on Friday, and the results were sent straight to our midwife. All we were told was that we needed to give her a call. So we decided we would drive home first and then call our midwife. A few minutes later as Rob was driving she called us. It was not good news. They couldn't find any sign of a heartbeat, and from size our wonderful baby had stopped growing just over two weeks earlier. We had what is termed as a missed miscarriage. Our midwife said to go home and wait a few days to see if the miscarriage would complete on it's own. If nothing had happened by Monday we would discuss the alternatives.
We had lunch and then I suggested to Rob that he went back to work. It seemed pointless for us both to be waiting around in a somber mood. I called my mum in Scotland after Rob left and had a really good chat with her about it. We called Rob's mum on Friday evening to let her know as well.
Late Friday the cramping started, showing that my body was trying to complete the miscarriage on its own. Just before midnight last night (Sunday) it was finally over. It has not been the most fun weekend in my life, but I am glad my body was able to do this by itself, so that I don't have to go near a hospital. We are also rejoicing in the fact that Mordecai is with the LORD in heaven, and we will one day get to meet him. Although we only had Mordecai with us for ten short weeks we do very much love him and will never forget him.
Thank you to every one who has kept us in their prayers since Friday. We both have really felt sustained by God, and although we are sad we can also rejoice at the same time.
Dedicated to
Mordecai Conrad, born Sunday July 19th at 10 weeks gestation.
Last year, I sat with one of my best friends, who experienced the same thing.
ReplyDeleteI know this so hard.
I am praying for you, and I admire the grace and strength you are showing.
Oh no, I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. I wish I had checked my blogs over the weekend. May his memory be eternal.
ReplyDeleteI remember when my mother lost my little brother Patrick James at 16 weeks or so. My son is named after him, we all remember and refer to him, and I don't have just three siblings, I have four - just one I haven't met.
Again, I am so sorry for your loss.
Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss, I've lost 2 babies myself and I know how gut wrenching it can be. It is a wonderful thing that you don't need to mourn as those who don't know the Lord do, you *will* see your precious little one again! Take care of yourself.
ReplyDeleteParis