Six years ago we miscarried a baby at 11 weeks. Time heals, but a mama heart never forgets. We hadn’t had our first pre-natal appointment yet, and never did hear a heartbeat.
I knew I wouldn’t rest until Monday. I never do. Especially in the pregnancies since the miscarriage. That’s why we told no one (almost) about this baby, even though my first trimester had pretty much passed. The Finest sound I’ve heard in the last 2 months? The woosh, woosh, woosh of our 13-week-old baby’s heartbeat!
In my weakness, it’s hard not to doubt.
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