In Loving Memory of My Angel

Mother’s Day is a very special day, 
so as we celebrate all the mothers,
let us remember to reach out and 
encourage someone who as experienced 
the loss of a child/children. 

My husband and I were excited when we found out we were expecting our first baby. Nine weeks into my first trimester a friend reached out to me and asked if I could babysit her children. I gladly accepted because I was their nanny before getting married and moving to Iowa. My friend and her husband were going on a cruise and I needed to travel to Florida to care for the babies. My husband did not hesitate and was glad to let me go because he knows how important my friends are to me. 

These dear friends of mine did not know that I was pregnant, but I shared the exciting news with them once I was there. Two days into my stay/babysitting, I began spotting. I didn’t think much of it but decided to call my husband anyhow. He quickly told me I needed to go to the hospital. When I got to the Emergency Department, they did a thorough check but no one said anything to me except that the doctor would have to come and speak with me. I began crying by now.

I knew something was wrong. The doctor walked in. “Hi, Mrs. Thompson. I am sorry to inform you that you lost the baby. We will have to wait a few days to know if you had a complete miscarriage or if we will need to do a D&C.” I was speechless. I had a million questions. What was I going to tell my husband? Was he going to be mad? Was he going to blame me? I reluctantly made the call, trying my hardest to hold back the tears. “I had a miscarriage. The baby is gone. I am so sorry.”  With the most reassuring voice, he said: “It’s okay. We will be okay.” I did not tell my friends while they were away that I had a miscarriage because I didn’t want to interfere with their trip. But they were very supportive and compassionate when they heard I had loss the baby.  Nonetheless, I cried until I got back home to Iowa.

The moment my husband picked me up from the airport he again reassured me that he was not mad and that it was not my fault. But I was still hurting and blaming myself. We got home and I couldn’t help but notice that I hadn’t prayed the entire time. But one of my greatest assets is priding myself in being a woman of prayer. I am a believer and I know God personally.  And I say that with a spirit of humility. So I got into my car and I drove to the lake with my Bible. 

I sat in my car and I prayed and read numerous scriptures. At the end of my prayer and supplication, God reassured me that I would be okay.  He also reassured me that His plans are perfect and that I didn’t need to cry. I drove home a happy, much better and stronger woman. I began sharing my story with my friends and family who knew I was pregnant. 

The happy ending:- The very next month, we got pregnant again. I was overjoyed and knew that God’s hand was at work. My son will be 5 years old on May 15. Today, I am a mom of three healthy beautiful children.

I know that my story might sound impossible to some, but remember that no two people experience loss in the same way. However, I hope that my story will help to encourage someone else who has experienced the loss of a child. Remember that God will always take care of you and give you the strength that only He can give.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)