An Empty Womb No More- Tale of a Blighted Ovum, part 4

This is Part 4 of a series. If you are new, please read first:

♥Part 1:A Win and a Loss
♥Part 2:The Beginning of the End
♥Part 3: Labor

Time passed slowly after my miscarriage. Every single day I would pray, asking God to please give us a healthy child. Not a day went by that I would forget to ask God for a child. My pregnancy hormones disapeared, but my crying remained. I had dozens of baby items, infant clothing, and even children's books, yet no baby. My friends were pregnant, and yet my womb was empty.

It was during that time that I clung to Psalm 113:9. It was my lifeline on the roughest of days. The verse says,

"He makes the barren woman abide in the house
As a joyful mother of children.
Praise the LORD!"

In early January, 2003, I found out I was pregnant again. I was terrified of having another miscarriage. My new doctor, an O.B., assured me that the odds of NOT having a miscarriage are 80%. Once the heartbeat is seen or heard, the odds are 95% that everything will be fine with the baby.

Around 7 weeks pregnant, we awaited an ultrasound. I held my breath as I was scared of seeing another empty sac. This time, however, my eyes saw a tiny oval. In my womb was a precious little child who's heart was already beating.

Every day we prayed for our little child. We set up the crib, the stroller, the car seat- all the things that we had won from our first pregnancy, yet had never had a chance to use. This time, they would be used and sit in boxes no more.

Here are a few pictures from my pregnancy.

To be continued...