I'm ready to share a bit about the last week. I'm also afraid that if I wait too long to write this stuff down, I'll forget.
Last Wednesday, I had a Dr. appt. Just a routine check up for baby, I was just over 15 weeks along. There was no heartbeat. After two sonograms, they confirmed that our baby had died. Jacob and I decided to go into the hospital to deliver the body the next morning.
Thursday was a very surreal day. Lots of resting and waiting for things to start happening. We had both cried so many tears the day before that we were just introspective most of the day. The nurses were patient and gentle and wonderful. One was a good friend and I know she was praying the whole time.
They told me the baby would come out quickly, and it did. I wish I could have delivered him more gently or slowly, but I had no control over that. He was perfectly formed. His hands were beautiful. Tiny ears, toes, and muscles. Our sweet boy. We named him Isaac Phillip Engle. 5.5 inches long, 1.8 oz. The hardest part was when we had to give his little body back to the nurses.
I have noticed a separation between what I KNOW and what I feel.
I KNOW that Isaac is with the Lord: a perfect Father. I feel so sad that I never got to be his mommy.
I KNOW the Lord never gets anything wrong. I feel that this shouldn't have happened.
I KNOW that I don't need to know why. The Lord knows and He has my best in mind. I feel confused about why God would allow this.
I KNOW that Jeremiah 29:11 is true. God has plans to prosper me and not to harm me. I feel broken and sorrowful.
I KNOW that this sadness is only for a season. I feel scared that it might not go away.
I KNOW that God loves me and has been caring for me closely through this process. I feel so loved and even blessed by His goodness to me. While He did not allow me to keep this gift, His gifts of salvation, a future in heaven with Him, and His constant love are certain and even more precious than our sweet Isaac.
Sometimes God spares us devastation and heartache. And sometimes He causes it. Either way, He is worthy of our worship and submission. He has done more good for me than anyone else could. Though He slay me, I will hope. He is good and He does good.
Last Wednesday, I had a Dr. appt. Just a routine check up for baby, I was just over 15 weeks along. There was no heartbeat. After two sonograms, they confirmed that our baby had died. Jacob and I decided to go into the hospital to deliver the body the next morning.
Thursday was a very surreal day. Lots of resting and waiting for things to start happening. We had both cried so many tears the day before that we were just introspective most of the day. The nurses were patient and gentle and wonderful. One was a good friend and I know she was praying the whole time.
They told me the baby would come out quickly, and it did. I wish I could have delivered him more gently or slowly, but I had no control over that. He was perfectly formed. His hands were beautiful. Tiny ears, toes, and muscles. Our sweet boy. We named him Isaac Phillip Engle. 5.5 inches long, 1.8 oz. The hardest part was when we had to give his little body back to the nurses.
I have noticed a separation between what I KNOW and what I feel.
I KNOW that Isaac is with the Lord: a perfect Father. I feel so sad that I never got to be his mommy.
I KNOW the Lord never gets anything wrong. I feel that this shouldn't have happened.
I KNOW that I don't need to know why. The Lord knows and He has my best in mind. I feel confused about why God would allow this.
I KNOW that Jeremiah 29:11 is true. God has plans to prosper me and not to harm me. I feel broken and sorrowful.
I KNOW that this sadness is only for a season. I feel scared that it might not go away.
I KNOW that God loves me and has been caring for me closely through this process. I feel so loved and even blessed by His goodness to me. While He did not allow me to keep this gift, His gifts of salvation, a future in heaven with Him, and His constant love are certain and even more precious than our sweet Isaac.
Sometimes God spares us devastation and heartache. And sometimes He causes it. Either way, He is worthy of our worship and submission. He has done more good for me than anyone else could. Though He slay me, I will hope. He is good and He does good.
