I went in on Friday for my ultrasound. I knew the minute that they showed the picture on the screen that something was wrong. Apparently, we lost our sweet little baby Tree at Week 5. I had what's known as a "missed miscarriage." Basically, my uterus is STILL producing the pregnancy hormones, despite the baby having been gone for 7 weeks. My body was still growing, still craving, and still nauseous despite our loss. This was an extremely rough weekend for the four of us, emotionally and physically for me. Jay and I are mostly in shock and trying to deal with things, Harry is upset that his baby Tree is gone, and Emma is upset because she's reading off our emotions, despite not understanding the reasons.
I ask for your prayers for our family right now. Thank you to everyone who has called or expressed their sympathy and support. I'm sorry for not being available to talk, its too difficult right now. Please pray for the 4 of us as we deal with this.
These are My Footprints
These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings. These tiny footprints were meant for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angels’ tears, of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance. I'll let you know I'm with you, if you give me just a chance.
You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found in mummy's heart, cause even though I'm gone now, we'll never truly part.