We got pregnant right before Thanksgiving and were thinking how exciting it was going to be to tell everyone, “We are so thankful for… the baby growing inside Melveena!” It was going to be one of the best baby announcements ever, or so we thought.
We had just found out that we were pregnant, and literally a few days later I started bleeding. I knew this feeling all too well from my previous miscarriage. When my husband came to the hospital, we just prayed for God’s peace and believed for the best result.
I went for an ultrasound and was told that nothing was there. My baby was gone. And that was that. When I got home, I was still bleeding and so I put a menstrual cup in. Shortly after, I went to dump the cup, and that’s when I saw the baby sac.
This was my second miscarriage with another man. I felt like the problem really was me. Something was wrong with me, my body, my ability. I blamed myself for another child dying. But it’s not my fault these babies died. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t need all the answers. I hung onto God’s peace because it surpasses every understanding.
Waiting on Sunrise 