Today is an odd day.
Today is the original due date of the baby I miscarried in February.
I say it's odd because it's a sad day because I miss my baby. And yet, there is another baby growing in my womb - a baby that would not be here if I hadn't lost my other one. And I'm happy about this baby. And sad about the other one. Both at the same time.
It's hard to wrap my head around that one.
Olivia (our 3rd daughter) also would not exist had I not miscarried between her and Sophia. We would have a different baby - but it wouldn't be Olivia. And that is weird too. Because I love Olivia with all of my being, and I wouldn't trade her for the world.
And so it is an odd day. I rejoice for the baby I carry right now. And I long for the baby I lost that may have been born today. (Considering the fact that 2 of our 3 were actually due date babies, that would've been an actual possibility). So today is a day where joy and grief are mingled.
My best friend sent me flowers and a card today that said...
3 loveable ones to hug
2 in Jesus' arms today
1 in the womb growing, equals
6 blessings from God.
I think she summed it up quite well. Thank you Candace.
And, if it's possible, I pray ....
Jesus, please tell my babies I love them.