I went in for my follow-up ultrasound yesterday.
Baby should have been 10 weeks and 2 days. Instead, the measurement remains what it was last week … 7 weeks 2 days(ish.)
So this one walks golden streets instead of dirt and concrete, and looked into Jesus’ eyes first, instead of mine. I am so grateful I believe in the resurrection and eternity; grateful I know life begins at conception and this is not the end. I’m supposed to expect it all to be “over” within the week, and am glad the Lord arranged for me to be heading out of town with dear friends this morning for the weekend; distraction, a beautiful hotel and a group of girls is just what the midwife ordered. Resting in God’s love for me and the fact that He holds each of us in His hands … but the tears are sure coming easily. Prayers for our family are greatly appreciated.
Good-bye, Little One by Dianna Overholt
Angel baby-You’re not staying,
Though we’re praying …
Must you leave us?
Must you really go away, away, awaying?
Wait! I’m saying–Haven’t yet begun conveying
That your life would be a joy!
And oh, are you a girl or boy?
Please delay … delay … delaying …
Scarcely weighing, Like a butterfly a’playing
Feels the sunshine, flutters upward
Leaves the graying … graying … graying.
Light arraying, can you hear what Mommy’s saying?
Mommy’s longing … mommy loves you.
Go, wee one, with Jesus staying.
Good-bye, Little Angel.
This poem came from a precious book, a Time to be Borne, which my sweet midwife graciously loaned me yesterday. It was published by Christian Light Publications and is truly a wonderful book for those walking this path.