So, only because there are friends with whom I am only in touch via blog posts and because I opened the subject a while back - I'm putting this post out there so I can move on. Y'know with all those cute stories and witty observations you all love so much. Here it is...
No new Crosby baby in September. I went in for a regular appointment last week and we couldn't find a heartbeat (we had heard it the appointment previous), subsequent hours in the ER and two ultrasounds later I learned that the baby had stopped developing only days earlier. No obvious reason, just one of those things.
Mostly, we're okay. Sad, but okay. I can see God's hand in the experience - so much so in the timing; my mom was here when I found out, Trevor started a unusually long weekend off the next day, and I had an amazing nurse during the difficult hours at the hospital.
So that's it, that's all. You can ask me about it if you want - I probably won't cry on you, in fact, really like to talk about my little guy. I think maybe it helped that I knew of so many women who had lost pregnancies, so that I was able to be accepting of our loss. But mostly it was because I know I have a loving Heavenly Father who always does what's best for me - even if I don't understand why, or it feels like the worst thing in the world.
"I know in whom I have trusted. My God hath been my support; he hath led me through mine afflictions in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep. He hath filled me with his love, even unto the consumming of my flesh. " [2 Nephi 4: 19-21]
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