I suppose it's time I come out with it. If you've seen me in the past several months, you already know and I sneakily placed it in this post (but only Auntie Rosita and another friend saw it).
If you've been reading awhile, you know that we had a miscarriage in November. It was a very difficult time for me and on June 6th I debated writing a post. It was my due date, but I couldn't bring myself to write it. I don't know the exact reason, but part of it is that as much as I wanted to be sad and dwell on the day I should've been holding a baby in my arms, I knew our sweet unborn baby was in His arms instead. And how can I be sad about that?
It was a very bittersweet day because as I longed to hold our angel baby, I could feel our unborn son kicking, hiccuping and punching my uterus and I had to thank God for all that has transpired in our lives in the past 26 weeks.
I don't know why we lost our baby in November and like I said before, we may never know. But I do know that God is good and "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him." ~1 Corinthians 2:9
