September is an awkward month for me ever since last year.
On this day last year, David & I went to the doctor for our first ultrasound for our new baby. I was 8 weeks, 6 days and feeling all the symptoms. Without going into all the details, my ob's face dropped, and we knew bad news was seconds away. Our baby was measuring 6 weeks, 2 days and there was no heartbeat. This was followed by a second ultrasound to confirm the bad news, and a procedure a week later. September 25th. Blech.
However, this was followed by a +positive+ October. And that was followed by an amazing June, when Baby Dean arrived.
This September, my bil & sil welcomed their new baby, Abel. He was born premature at 31 weeks. This baby is a FIGHTER. He is stubborn. He is adorable. He is fiesty. He is loud. He is strong. He is little. And he is awesome.
To follow that, I just found out today that another woman I know had a her third miscarriage in four pregnancies. Yuck, right?
In all of this, there HAS to be a silver lining.
Maybe it's to remind us that getting pregnant, staying pregnant, and having a baby is simply a miracle. We should be thankful for the little ones in our lives now and for those who are on their way. Whether we have one amazing kid, like my niece Madison, or 8+ like David's aunt & uncle, we have to be grateful.
We have to be thankful.