Me: "Who has the best seat in the house, me or daddy?"

Adam: "Well, Daddy's is nice, but yours is best. Your's is squishier."

Saturday, August 15, 2009

12 Weeks

Today has been marked on my calender since the day I learned I was pregnant. It is the day I would have been 12 weeks pregnant. My first miscarriage happened on the first day of week 12. I viewed this day as a hurdle, and a sigh-of-relief kind of day.

Today Ruth called to ask me for help. She is having a miscarriage. I told her what to do, what to expect. I sat on a case of water bottles in the Dollar Tree while my kids played in the Halloween decorations, and listened to her cry. I listened to how she shouldn't be here, how confusing it all was, how devastated she is. I listened as she told me how unsafe she felt, like nothing would ever be safe again, that she is not immune to other losses that may come. I listened as she panicked and tried to hold on to her faith, and as she told me how much she had wanted this baby.

All I could say was, "I know."


rebekahmott said...

Wow what strengh you have. You were probably the only person to help her at that time, and there you sat at the dallor tree listening. What a great example you are. GREAT!!

Stephanie said...

Okay, so Rebekah leaves comments all the time so I have to leave at least one...since I am your visiting teacher too! Your experience sounds very familiar to one I had recently ;0) Lots and lots of hugs and one kiss (on the cheek).

Ruth said...

Laine, you are a friend beyond words. I am so blessed that you have been able to help me, all the while going through your own pain. I keep thinking it's unfair of me to keep calling you, but at the same time, I keep thinking that at this moment, you are the only person who doesn't need explaination for my feelings. God truly blessed me when he brought you into my life, and I hope that I can be the friend to you that you ahve been to me. I love you girl.