I am 13 weeks pregnant.
Yesterday I was elated to see TWO beautiful babies on the ultrasound screen.
It has been my hearts desire to have twins for as long as I can remember. I secretly have hoped each and every time that I have been expecting that just maybe there might be two little ones nestled together in my womb.
As I laid on the bed and stared in wonder, I felt that my greatest desire had been fulfilled. I left there in awe and amazement. I literally floated all afternoon and into the evening. When I called Tradesman, he got all choked up. After he ended his call with me he went out to the driveway of the customers house that he was at and dropped to his knees right there beside his van praising God for His gift to us, for His sovereignty and His goodness.
Last night we whispered and laughed, prayed and dreamed about all that was to come.
Today we received a call.
Our babies had died. A heartbeat could not be found on either of our babies.
We are bewildered, broken but not without hope. I will be going in for another ultrasound on Monday.
Two days to pray, trust and hope for a miracle.
He is still God and He is still on the throne.
We will praise Him if our babies are alive and well. We will praise Him if our babies are truly gone.
Please pray with us this weekend.
If you could leave a comment letting me know you are praying, I would find great encouragement in that over the weekend.