Last Tuesday we found out we were expecting our third baby. My husband and daughter were so excited, but I wasn't sure I was ready. I kept thinking, "We need a bigger house." "Cullen's not out of diapers, yet." "I need more time." "I wanted to lose weight first."
Christian wanted to tell everyone, so we let her tell the family at her birthday party on Saturday.
After church yesterday, I began cramping and bleeding.
Today I went to the doctor for a blood test. They called a couple of hours ago to tell me what I already knew.
It's amazing how much it hurts to have something taken away, that you weren't sure you were ready for... and to realize how deeply you really wanted it.
This morning before school Christian told me the baby was her favorite birthday present. I didn't have the heart to tell her.
We took her to the movies for her birthday. When we got home, she remembered the baby, and got excited all over again. We just told her, with what I'm sure weren't the right words, that the baby's gone.
It's also amazing how much it hurts to have your child weep over a baby brother or sister that she'll never meet.