If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen my family has had some bad things happen this week. I will talk about them more later. But something else happened that I didn't post about there. I wanted to talk about it here, though. And I will tell you about the rest (which seem minor compared to this...at least for me) later.
My sister, Rachel, whom I love and adore is going through a terrible thing right now. She went to her OB appointment for her 18 week check up. Instead of finding out whether they were having a boy or girl, they found out there there is no heartbeat anymore.
They lost the baby.
She called me shortly after she found out. She was devastated. So was I.
But this sister of mine, she is awesome. She has grieved, and she is OK with it. Really! She is. She knows that God is there to comfort her. She isn't questioning why it happened. She's just dealing with it. I'm constantly amazed at the wonderful woman that my sister is.
They don't know what caused this to happen. Nothing apparent as of now. She never suspected any problems. Never even knew anything was wrong.
Today Rachel is at the hospital. They are hoping she can deliver the baby. It not, they will do a D&C. It's been a few hours since I last spoke to her. But she's a trooper and doing well. They will keep her overnight. We're just hoping things will go perfectly for her, and have the best case scenario happen.
She's asked for me to come up to visit at the hospital this evening. Hopefully it will all be over by then. She knows her husband might need some support or a break. And other people might be stopping in, so I can help by being crowd controller. Or I can just help to take her mind off of things.
They've told her different things there, and she has some tough choices to make. To hold the baby or not. To find out whether it's a boy or girl or not. To take pictures or not. To get footprints or not. To bury or not. To donate for research or not. And some of these choices might not be hers to make.
More to come later...