Southern Belle
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Hey Sistas in Christ,
This will be kind of long, so I apologize in advance.
Earlier this year, I lost my daughter. Not only did I lose her, it was a long, drawn out process. Last December (almost one year to the day), I was 3 and a half months pregnant. So I went to the doctor for a routine appointment, and the doctor accidentally broke my water. I knew it immediately. He tried to tell me my water didn't break, but my clothes were SOAKED. I refused to leave until he did an ultrasound. My worst fears were confirmed. There was in fact ZERO fluid around the baby.
The whole OB department came in to talk to me, but I was in complete and total shock. To make matters worst, my family is thousands of miles away and my husband was in Iraq. They immediately admitted me to the hospital, and said my body would naturally go into labor within 24 - 48 hours and I would miscarry. Well I didn't. Not only did I not go into labor, her heart continued to beat (we found out this was our much wanted princess - we have 3 boys). They said she had ZERO chance of surviving because babies need that fluid to grow and thrive. They advised me to terminate the pregnancy. I said absolutely not.
Yall, I BEGGED AND PLEADED with God to just go ahead and take her, because I could NEVER bring harm to a child he placed in my womb - under ANY circumstances. I just couldn't do it. But I remained pregnant - week after week, I'd go in for a checkup praying that she passed on peacefully in my womb so they could take her, but nope - her heart continued to beat for 20 more WEEKS!
My doctors were soooo worried about me, and what continuing the pregnancy would do to me mentally. They didn't understand how or why I would carry a pregnancy to term, when the baby was FOR SURE going to die. I can't explain it, but it just wasn't an option for me. People say you learn alot about yourself when placed in an impossible situation. I found this to be true. My personal feelings about terminating a pregnancy weren't just "in theory" anymore.
I went into labor with her @ 33 weeks, and she lived for 2 days in the NICU before her little body couldn't fight anymore. It is the LOWEST I have ever been in my LIFE.
I still cannot understand why the compassionate, merciful God that I served would let me go through HELL ON EARTH, when the end result was going to be the same - my daughter would die.
Even after I begged, even after I trusted in His wisdom by NOT terminating the pregnancy like everybody told me to. I could have saved myself MONTHS of heartache, stress, and pain. After awhile, I started believing he would spare my daughter. Wouldn't THAT be a testimony!
I still say I believe in God, but it's only in defiance of being dead wrong about trusting Him in the first place. Nobody wants to admit that their faith and trust in somebody/something was misplaced.
And now when I try to pray, I feel a little silly. There's always this small voice saying "are you CRAZY?! Why did you ever think there was someone "up there" looking out for your best interest to begin with?"
I wish I could go back to believing. But HOW do I do that when there's no evidence to suggest anyone was ever looking out for me, but plenty of evidence (from my viewpoint) that there's no one there at all?
This will be kind of long, so I apologize in advance.
Earlier this year, I lost my daughter. Not only did I lose her, it was a long, drawn out process. Last December (almost one year to the day), I was 3 and a half months pregnant. So I went to the doctor for a routine appointment, and the doctor accidentally broke my water. I knew it immediately. He tried to tell me my water didn't break, but my clothes were SOAKED. I refused to leave until he did an ultrasound. My worst fears were confirmed. There was in fact ZERO fluid around the baby.
The whole OB department came in to talk to me, but I was in complete and total shock. To make matters worst, my family is thousands of miles away and my husband was in Iraq. They immediately admitted me to the hospital, and said my body would naturally go into labor within 24 - 48 hours and I would miscarry. Well I didn't. Not only did I not go into labor, her heart continued to beat (we found out this was our much wanted princess - we have 3 boys). They said she had ZERO chance of surviving because babies need that fluid to grow and thrive. They advised me to terminate the pregnancy. I said absolutely not.
Yall, I BEGGED AND PLEADED with God to just go ahead and take her, because I could NEVER bring harm to a child he placed in my womb - under ANY circumstances. I just couldn't do it. But I remained pregnant - week after week, I'd go in for a checkup praying that she passed on peacefully in my womb so they could take her, but nope - her heart continued to beat for 20 more WEEKS!
My doctors were soooo worried about me, and what continuing the pregnancy would do to me mentally. They didn't understand how or why I would carry a pregnancy to term, when the baby was FOR SURE going to die. I can't explain it, but it just wasn't an option for me. People say you learn alot about yourself when placed in an impossible situation. I found this to be true. My personal feelings about terminating a pregnancy weren't just "in theory" anymore.
I went into labor with her @ 33 weeks, and she lived for 2 days in the NICU before her little body couldn't fight anymore. It is the LOWEST I have ever been in my LIFE.
I still cannot understand why the compassionate, merciful God that I served would let me go through HELL ON EARTH, when the end result was going to be the same - my daughter would die.
Even after I begged, even after I trusted in His wisdom by NOT terminating the pregnancy like everybody told me to. I could have saved myself MONTHS of heartache, stress, and pain. After awhile, I started believing he would spare my daughter. Wouldn't THAT be a testimony!
I still say I believe in God, but it's only in defiance of being dead wrong about trusting Him in the first place. Nobody wants to admit that their faith and trust in somebody/something was misplaced.
And now when I try to pray, I feel a little silly. There's always this small voice saying "are you CRAZY?! Why did you ever think there was someone "up there" looking out for your best interest to begin with?"
I wish I could go back to believing. But HOW do I do that when there's no evidence to suggest anyone was ever looking out for me, but plenty of evidence (from my viewpoint) that there's no one there at all?