Patience hasn't always been one of my strongest virtues...I have never especially liked waiting, whether in line at the store, in traffic, or to get something I want. I tend to be more of an instant gratification person than a wait and see if I still want it person. Over the last few years, however, I have definitely become a more patient person. Not necessarily by choice, rather by necessity. Sure, I can still go out and get that iPad or camera I want, or I can grab a new book at the bookstore, but some of the things I want, I've had to wait...and wait...and wait.
Recently, I have been waiting for my body to complete this miscarriage so that I wouldn't have to have any medical intervention. Let me tell you, this period of waiting has been BRUTAL! Every day I'd wake up wondering if this would be the day...wondering why nothing was happening...worrying that all this waiting would be for nothing. Last week at our appointment, that seemed to be the case. The pregnancy was still there. So waiting for our appointment this week was even tougher. I was mentally preparing myself for surgery...assuming my body wasn't going to do what it needed to do. I was worried not so much for my physical healing, but for my emotional healing.
However, these few weeks have taught me a lesson not only in patience, but in faith. I went in today fully prepared to be in the hospital having surgery to remove whatever was left of the pregnancy. But when we went to the doctor this morning, there was nothing to remove! Everything looked great - there was no need for surgery or any further medical intervention. To say we were relieved is a huge understatement...I felt like twenty pounds had been lifted from my shoulders.
Tim and I are so grateful for the prayers and positive energy that has been sent our way the last few weeks. It has been incredibly tough on both of us, and I know the road ahead will still be bumpy. But for today we celebrated the "good" news, and can now truly begin the healing process. To our little jelly bean, thank you for showing us that patience is worthwhile (even when it doesn't seem like it!), and for taking such good care of your mama. It sure is crazy to think that these tiny babies of ours can teach us so much. (And here are our faces of pure relief!)
Meet Henry
Henry's Story
Henry Leland Seretta was born on April 14, 2014. This little monster invaded our hearts even before he was born. He was a completely healthy and happy baby, until he started getting an ear infection and colds in mid-October. We finally got rid of the ear infection, but the cold symptoms never fully disappeared. Over the weekend of November 8 & 9, Henry got significantly sicker. He was admitted to Children's Hospital in Omaha on November 10, 2014, and was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia on November 11, 2014. He fought hard for nearly two weeks, before passing away on November 22, 2014. This blog depicts our journey through the grief of losing Henry. If you would like to read more about his medical journey, you can visit his CaringBridge page. More photos and community posts can be found at our Hope for Henry Facebook page. Thank you for sharing this journey with us!
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