


On Thursday I was in a car accident. I was on my way home from work, and turning left onto Country club, the lady ran a red light and basically T boned me. Then I was pushed into the car who was turning beside me. ( it was a double turn lane) He hit on the back of the Durango.
The windshield is busted, the hood, front bumper, front quarter panel, both doors on the drivers side, and the back bumper.
I went to the E.R. and was treated for a sprained ankle. They wrapped it and put me on crutches.
I told them I was mostly concerned about the baby, the Dr asked if I had cramping checked if there was blood in my urine, and said I was fine and so was baby.
Friday, I started spotting (sorry if this is TMI) so we went back to the E.R. (a different one)
they did a gamut of tests- blood, pelvic exam, and an ultra sound. The Dr came in and told us he was so sorry, but they couldn't find the babies heart beat.
Jason and I were sobbing. He came up on the bed and held me- as we morned the loss of our baby. The Dr suggested we go in to see my ob, in the morning, she recommended we do another ultra sound- just to verify. The catch... the ultra sound tech didn't work until Tuesday. Jason and I spent the next 3 days praying for a miracle. He'd done it before... He could do it again. All the while I was faced with SIGNS- or Lack of signs. No morning sickness, no more peeing every 15 minutes, and I was all of a sudden NOT hungry- no food seemed good. Sunday I realized I'd lost the 3 pounds I'd gained over the last few weeks.
This morning, Jason and I went in for our Miracle or our confirmation.
It was a confirmation... I really don't understand God's ways.
In talking with my mom today, she said that she was praying with her whole heart for a miracle for my aunt Klaashia while she was in a coma. But at the same time, her knowledge of medicine made her slightly skeptical, she hoped her little bit of doubt didn't keep God from working His miracle, as I hope the physical signs I was faced with didn't make my doubt greater than my faith.
Tonight- our prayers are for peace, any understanding, and guidance.
Something I have realized is this is hard to talk about. It is especially difficult when someone comes up to congratulate me on my new pregnancy and I have to tell them I am no longer pregnant. Normally, one might feel guilty about telling someone else something like this... however, if you know someone who might know I was pregnant- please spare me and them the uncomfortable situation- and let them read this blog and tell them.
On the other hand- hugs and prayers and support- all welcomed!