Ladies I've been in a blog funk. Could you tell? It's been almost 3 months since my last post. I've been reading, I promise, but posting just hasn't happened.
We moved into our apartment in early October, dealt with some crazy work stuff, took 3 weeks to unpack all the way, and then hosting my in-laws (thank you those of you cringing) for a 6 1/2 day long weekend in the beginning of November. Since then, my sister's been in town twice, we've helped host Thanksgiving and my niece's first Birthday party. And those are just a few of the big things.
But the reason I come out of my funk tonight, will probably put me in a different funk, but I need to share it with you for the sake of prayer.
A very dear and close friend and her husband suffered a pain this weekend that words can't describe. They went in for their 39 week baby appointment, planning on scheduling an induction for this week, and were informed that their soon to be born son would be born stillborn that day. Sometime in the last 2-3 days he'd somehow passed away. At her 38 weeks appointment 7 days earlier, everything was perfect, right on schedule and measuring right on track, she'd been having braxton hicks for the last 2 weeks and watching his body move through her belly. Due to her size, and the baby's size her doctor had said if she wasn't dialated by 39 weeks, they'd schedule an induction on her due date, which was this coming Friday.
Instead, they induced her that night, and she delivered a 6 lb 8 ounce baby boy early Saturday morning. They held their precious little boy, and they said goodbye.
My heart breaks for her and her husband and their families. This was the most loved little boy I'd seen. They tried for 7 years, through many fertility specialists and treatments and prayer to get pregnant. After one earlier term miscarriage, this looked like it was going to happen for them.
They did everything the doctor's said, found out his gender, named him, and were given 6 showers. This boy would have been provided for until kindergarten with all of the things people gave out of love for this so desired baby. Everything was set to go, room ready, carseat in the car, house reorganized, bag packed, the works.
Please be in prayer for my friends. For the kind of peace, strength, and healing only God can provide. Pray for their friends and families, new/would be grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins as they grieve with and support them, and their church family, (it's a big affectionate and often nosy church) to support them in the ways that are best for them to help them heal.
My heart breaks for them, I can not imagine their pain. We don't know why it happened, and they don't want to know. Nothing will bring their son back, so knowing why isn't helpful for them.
Pray people respect their wishes and give them the space and time to heal. Pray for recovery and restoration, and that they will cling to their faith. God is still God, even when we don't understand.
