It has been a week of emotional highs and lows here in the Milsap house. Aubrey spent her first weekend away from us, which was approached with tears and lots of hugs...not to mention Internet research on "how to make visitation easier". We let her take her 2 favorite stuffed animals, which she requested spraying with my perfume, and a few family pictures. She said she had an "kind of fun time but I really missed my home and my family so I was ready to come back." The timing really could not have worked out better though....because little did I know when we sent her off on Thursday morning, what was about to happen over the weekend.
Let me backtrack a bit....
Last Saturday, Daniel took the girls to Chick-Fil-A for breakfast to give me some much needed Mommy sanity time. I had been feeling a little
off and since Daniel had been using the "not trying but not not trying approach to"...ahem....
things....here lately, I thought maybe I should just take a test a see. At that moment, I kid you not, the song "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" began playing in my head. I was floored, literally, when the results said
PREGNANT. I fell to my knees weeping. What a more perfect time than this to find out we were expecting than the day after we finally landed primary custody of our sweet Aubrey?! I spent a few moments praising the Lord and then started running laps around my room. I called my sweet grandma-in-law to share the news and she wept with me as we talked about not only the timing now, but how different it felt this time, now that Daniel and I are married. I truly felt like this was my reward for being faithful for the past almost 2 years through the trials we have been through as a family.
We had family photos the next day (because I am determined to send out our Christmas card this year BEFORE Christmas actually arrives). I got the idea from my friend to write on a chalkboard "Arriving June 2014" and hand it to Daniel during the shoot. This way I would have a picture of me sharing the news with him. It worked out wonderfully, although my husband's initial guess as to what was "arriving" was some type of furniture. Gotta love men! We captured some great pictures as a family sharing this moment.
Thursday came and after we dropped Aubrey off, I took MollyKate and her friend Cooper for a run. A few hours later I began what ended up being a miscarriage. I never thought I would say those words about my own life. You hear about others experiencing the loss of their unborn baby, but you never think it will happen to you. At least I didn't. But here now we sit, as I just took another test which read the dreaded words "Not Pregnant" and it is finally sinking in.
Initially, in between the tears and confusion, I was angry with the Lord. I wanted to run those same laps around my room that I ran a few days ago, but this time screaming and shouting and stomping my feet. I forced myself to go to church Sunday although I was sure I would get nothing out of it because I was still throwing my fit on the inside about how unfair this is. I told one of my girlfriends "I just do not understand why my blessing would be ripped from my hands" and all I could envision were my two empty hands.
And then as we were singing "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" in church on Sunday (and I was saying "really Lord? I feel like we are rubbing it in here") He began speaking to me. He once again softened my heart and began to show me the beginnings of the lesson for me in this. While I feel like my baby was taken from me, I now have empty hands to pick up the two I do have and love them even more. I am complaining about losing my #3 when others are not even able to have their #1. I have empty hands to worship the Lord for every blessing that I DO have. My hands have been left empty to love my husband even harder, to pick up my Bible and read it more, to serve more than I do now. And while I am sure this is not the end of my tears, I am comforted in knowing that I do serve a God who loves me enough to wait while I throw my temper tantrum and then once again opens my heart and shows me that He loves me enough to teach me through this.