My first reaction to my pregnancy was shock, happy, shock, scared (remember I have 4 already)...shocked again...then acceptance...and happy again...and planning...or rather re-planning...I like to do that...plan. I like to know what is going on...and God continually reminds me that I need to live more in the moment. Since Wednesday, I have been wondering what's happening...this isn't what my body experienced with the other children. So I've had a few days to accept the possibility of a miscarriage...
One surprising thing about this situation, and I believe because people are praying for me, is my peacefulness at the out come.
Tuesday: As I suspected my levels were way down. Only a 9...but after 5 positive maybe more pregnancy tests...a week & a half ago...it should be MUCH MUCH higher. The doctor is sure I had a miscarriage. I was fine until I talked to Matt. Then I broke down. This has been much harder that I thought it would be.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I wasn't devastated, but I wasn't jumping off the walls with joy and excitement either. Like I said on Monday, I was shocked, and in utter disbelief. I would even go so far as to say disappointed. Maybe that sounds very un-motherly to you, but I am the mother of 4 my youngest being 9 months old...I am about to start school...and while more babies might have been God's plan...it certainly wasn't mine. HOWEVER, I quickly accepted my circumstances and thanked God for the little one growing inside of me...and sincerely decided to make the best of it. Reluctant acceptance quickly turned into excitement and happiness...imagining how this little person would fit into our lives...and looking forward to continuing to experience God's provision for our family both financially as well as how I would handle having the strength, patience and grace to raise now 5 children. I had the picture in my mind that we were no longer a family of 6, but of 7.
Wednesday: It has amazed me that I can already love and accept and grieve a child that I wasn't planning...and with all honesty didn't really want in the first place. Strange, this motherhood. So I am sad, I am grieving a child I won't know...thankful to God that this happened sooner than later...and thankful that it wasn't traumatic, as I understand it can be. I am thankful, this experience didn't come when we were planning our family--it would be a much harder process. I guess God knows what I can and cannot handle. This is just another part of my story and so far the lesson for me is...that God's plan is not necessarily my plan...and I need to allow for HIS change in my plans.



















