Our love story has hit a tragic bump. Jordan and I spent the last days of 2017 saying goodbye to our precious baby, we were overjoyed for a week to learn God blessed us with a life in a way we thought was no longer possible. We spent one week blissfully dreaming, rejoicing, crying, and loving this little surprise. Then things took a turn. The next week was a roller coaster of hope and despair. It all ended with an ultrasound and a phone call from the doctor, “I’m so sorry, this is not a viable pregnancy.” Our world that had two weeks earlier been flipped upside down was now flipped again. Our hearts are broken, there are no words to express our sorrow.
We find comfort in our friends and family, surrounding us with love and prayer. I know Jesus is holding our little lost boy. I know one day I will sing to him and hold him in my arms. Until then I know our grandparents in heaven are doting on their great-grandbaby. I know my Grandma Helen is swinging sweet lullabies to him for me. I know all those who have gone before us are going to make sure he knows how much we love him, and how badly we wanted to save him. But mostly I know my Papa will hold me as I weep for the child I will never get to see grow up – my heavenly blessing, my little lost boy.
Thank you all for your prayers and support.
“And the God of all grace who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast.” – 1 Peter 5:10