Last night, at about the time I’m really wishing I could be in bed, Abel was still wide awake because he’d slept a lot yesterday. I was on the blanket with him in the living room, enjoying him but also wishing we could both be asleep.
That’s when Casey told me a friend of ours had a miscarriage. The baby was due on Christmas, so she was nearly seven months along. I was kind of speechless and every time I think of them since then, my heart aches.
I’ve done really well not to get super upset or frustrated with the long hours of taking care of a baby. I’ve done my best to soak up even the most exhausting moments, because I know when they are no longer I will miss the time I had just me and Abel in the late night and wee hours.
And now I’ll be thankful for those times. Because I get to hold him for more than a moment. And I ask for prayers for those who don’t get that far, for our friends who will not get to meet and look into the eyes of their baby girl, to watch her grown and thrive.
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