We had some friends over for dinner last week. They are expecting their first child in October, and like us, had no trouble falling pregnant. They told us about some of their friends who have not been so fortunate. Maybe it was the hormones, but I was quite upset by their tale.
Their friend, Marilyn, had had lots of trouble carrying a child, and had suffered from a number of miscarriages before finally making it past the first trimester. She was midway through her final trimester, at 32 weeks when she noticed that her baby had stopped moving. She went to the hospital for an ultrasound, only to discover that her baby's heart had stopped beating. I can't even begin to imagine the grief that Marilyn and her partner are suffering. They had to have the baby, name her, put her through an autopsy, and a funeral. I shed a quiet tear for Marilyn and her husband. I wish them long life. My heart goes out to them and to all those families who struggle through the loss of a child, or much wanted baby.
Meantime I say a quiet prayer for the continued good health of our son and the child that grows within.
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