Where do I even start?
I believe that everything, good or bad, truly does happen for a reason. God does have a plan. This belief helps me to cope with the struggles I face in life. It was especially reassuring after my miscarriage. I only hope it reassures my family members that are struggling the most right now.
We were supposed to have a brand new niece and nephew now- not twins, but one on each side of the family, due two days apart. In August, tragedy struck. Ryan's brother and his wife lost their daughter. At a routine check up, no heartbeat was found and labor had to be induced. She delivered her stillborn baby girl.
Honestly, since then we've been extra nervous about my sister and her baby. When something so traumatic happens, it makes the fact that stuff really can and does go wrong even more clear. And what made this whole situation even more freaky were the similarities. Both couples were expecting their first baby- one due yesterday and one due tomorrow, both live in the same city in Texas, and both purchased a new home and moved during the pregnancy. It was enough to make everyone a little leery.
Sadly, it proved to be too similar. My sister was induced after some bad looking lab tests at her last appointment. The labor was long and finally a c-section was done. Their son's heart stopped beating during delivery. He couldn't be revived. My sister was under general anesthesia during the delivery and didn't find out what had happened until after the fact.
Words cannot describe my sadness and the depth of my sympathy for both families. I can tell you, my miscarriage was hard enough. It was devastating. But this is entirely different and just so much worse. Houses full of baby stuff, reminders of the gift they thought they would be bringing home with them. The physical pain accompanying the delivery. Instead of happily showing off their brand new babies, they need to explain over and over and over again what happened. I only hope that they both have and will turn to God for comfort and strength rather than aiming their anger at him and resenting him.
In 3 weeks, I was supposed to be holding 2 brand new babies. God is holding them instead.
Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers during this tragic and hard time.