Having your first child is like looking out at the vast, unknown ocean and then setting sail. I was 29 when I got to hold my first. I imagine the younger you are, the more intimidating the experience.
When my wife first told me she was pregnant I was over the moon with joy. I sent out an email to everyone at work announcing I would be a father. My wife warned me that the first trimester is a dangerous time for new babies, but I wasn't concerned, miscarriages were a rarity in my mind.
Two months later, my wife miscarried. When I got the call at work, I couldn't stop sobbing.
That night I thanked God for this day. It's still the hardest prayer I've ever said, but I was sincere. I had faith that our Father would bless us through this sadness.
Later I would learn just how common miscarriages are. As a guy I never realized how many women have them - and that many of those women have experienced more than one.
I felt like an idiot when everyone at work would ask me how the baby was doing and I would have to tell them we lost the baby. I should have listened to my wife and kept my mouth shut.
The Lord did bless us with another baby very soon afterward. Sometimes I still wonder about the baby we lost. Will I see him or her in Heaven? My faith tells me that I will - and I hope all other parents who have lost children will as well.
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