A Story of a dear friend’s pregnancy.
Years we worked with each other. Years we were stuck at a work place that could be mistaken for hell. You were sick, but it never showed. You told me your tummy was different, too much so that it would make your dreams too painful to go through with it. A pain that would hurt you physically not emotionally. Or so we said.
I had to leave you behind at that God forsaken work place. I rose, and you fell in line with your duty as a wife. You needed to provide with your husband, so you had no choice but to stay. You longed to be home, but home was hours away.
We kept in touch, and soon I came to find out that you finally left that horrid place! You finally moved back home, but you did not have a plan. Your husband stayed behind, it was his turn to stay and provide. You never told me the reason for you move at first, but I had a powerful feeling of why. Finally, around Christmas time you told me your greatest prize.
Pregnant! All I could ever hope and pray for happened! All the joyous tears streamed down my face! I could not believe you and your husband were going to be welcoming your very own child! We were always going to be concerned about your health, but you moved so that you could have all the right doctors working their hardest to make this work.
Twins! A Second bomb! Again the tears came flying from my eyes! I’m so overthrown with so much excitement! I cannot contain myself, but I cannot steal your thunder. I must keep quiet so that you can make your announcement. So sure enough a few weeks later you let our closest friends know of the feat. Again, the joy, the praise, the prayers, all were unlimited.
Pregnancy always has it’s complications, but for you the doctors were always there to make sure these blessings could make their grand entrance. There was no denying! you and your family are so deserving of this new life. I demanded that you give me updates, and that was exactly what you did.
As I write this, I cannot hold me tears back. How strong you are to endure all the obstacles that come with this burden all mothers have faced. Labor was the hardest. Birthing two stillborn blessings.
My heart ached for you. More than you will ever know. I hated how such a deserving person was ripped the opportunity that was just handed to you! I hated the pain and heartache you still feel!
Social media has never been the same for me. Another kid having a kids, glorifying the process like it was a joke. Their joy was not mine. Their blessing was not fair! Darkness swallowed the way I saw these kids, teenagers. Posting not but a month ago of being with two different guys and hiding them from each other, now having a child with the other! How can they be holding a precious gift when you just lost your two!
Support groups flood these mothers all over and around the world. I know that God took them from you because there was a reason, maybe several. All I know is that these girls gave us hope that the purest of angels dance with our Heavenly Father. They give us an example that all life makes a difference in this world, whether it be for one soul or all.
I still pray. I still believe. I still have faith, that you will be given your gifts. One day this won’t hurt as much and one day their memory will be of joy.