BUT I'm back now (for anyone actually following me, LOL) and today, on Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, I'm remembering....
- Remembering my first loss, Naomi Faith, at 18.5 weeks, who probably would have been fine if not for the infection that threatened my own life. She opened the door to the world of PAIL for me, and introduced me to a community that, ironically, has blessed my life in more ways than I thought possible. She was the inspiration for our Naomi's Circle ministry.
- Remembering our second loss, Kyria Hope, at eight weeks. She showed me that the faith lessons I learned after losing Naomi were firmly grounded, and although I mourned for her just as deeply, God held me through the flood and the fire. She was the inspiration for our Kyria's Kloset ministry of encouraging churches to come alongside crisis pregnancy centers in very practical ways.
- Remembering our third (and hopefully final) loss, Jordan Gabriel. Lost at just four weeks, only days after a positive pregnancy test, he taught me anew that life is life is life. Mommy loves you, sweetie.
- Remembering the miracle of life that DD is. Losing her siblings so early has taught me to cherish every laugh, every smile, every hug and kiss, even every tantrum and time-out.
- Remembering the promises of God, that he sustains us in our trials, that our children in heaven are not forgotten, that we will be reunited someday, that eternity and heaven are more real than anything here on earthy.
- Remembering other friends and family members who have also sustained such losses, knowing that many of them have had more excruciating experiences than mine, yet have borne them with faith and grace that have inspired me and given me hope along the way.