In all honesty, I am conflicted about sharing this post with you today. Typically I leave the difficulties of "real life" off my blog, and let it be a place to share inspiration and crafty things, but this past week has taken my husband and I on a wicked ride, and I really could use your prayers and support, so I hope you don't mind that I have decided to share my heart with you.
On Tuesday, Feb. 22, I went to a Doctor's appointment due to pain in my abdomen along with unusual bleeding. It was there that a pregnancy test confirmed that I was pregnant, which came as a complete shock. Many of our friends know that my husband and I have dearly wished to begin a family for many years, but the good Lord has had other plans for us. So this test result came out of left field. Due to the abdominal pain, I was scheduled for an emergency ultrasound as there was some concern that it was ectopic. Within 3 hours the blood work and ultrasound results were back. I was indeed between 5-7 weeks pregnant and it was most probable that it was ectopic. I was scheduled for urgent surgery that night, but they kept pushing the time back, and back and back. Finally they were ready for me, but while I was in the surgical prep area, (most likely about 10 minutes before they wheeled me into the operating theatre) the ectopic ruptured causing massive internal bleeding, and of course, the loss of our little one.
I was in hospital until Saturday afternoon, and am now at home.
As you will no doubt understand, at this moment, I am incredibly grateful to my doctors and family (who have been my champions throughout this). But I am also sad for the loss of a baby who was dearly wanted. I have already received so much encouragement from friends who have walked similar roads, and have been leaning so heavily on my heavenly father for comfort. I would sincerely welcome your prayers during this time.