August Recap

The first week went like this: A couple days in Michigan and driving home then the rest of the week spent recouping. Poor Kenz ran around naked somewhat ignored as we caught up on sleep.

On the 9th, we celebrated this guys 27th birthday! He celebrated the day by starting Fall Semester of his 2nd year of dental school then later we played some volleyball and shared mud pie with friends.

On the 20th, we went to a dental school BBQ at Cherokee Park. The park is my favorite with it's abundant trails and playgrounds.

On our way out of the park, Keith ran the car into a ditch. This picture makes it look better than it was. The car high centered and we had to enlist the help of some strong boys to pull it out. I couldn't stop laughing. This poor car needs to last us 3 more years. It leaked what we hope was water the rest of the way home. On the 23rd, I had a doctor's appointment. It was a 9 week pregnancy ultrasound and they found that the baby was not growing like it should be. That week was really long as I was told not to do anything strenuous and we would wait and see. I started spotting Tuesday which continued throughout the week until my ultrasound on the 30th. I wasn't too surprised when they couldn't find a heartbeat and it confirmed what I already knew. I was given some Cytotec to help things along and I would never ever recommend it to anyone. That night felt pretty close to my labor with Mackenzie as I cramped and finally miscarried around 5:30 AM when I finally fell asleep.

It was disheartening because it was my second in a row and I had really let myself get excited about this baby. But my friends are incredible, taking Mackenzie for a few hours here and there so I could rest and go to several doctor's appointments. I have an amazing doctor here. Despite the loss, we feel really blessed and know that we will have a baby when the Lord wants us to.

These experiences have made me realize how much easier it is to have the support of family and friends. Keith really wanted me to hold out on telling anyone about the pregnancy (in case I miscarried again) but I was showing after only 6 weeks and I had several people ask so it got around quickly in the ward. I was incredibly grateful for that when I did miscarry and next time I'm not going to wait for the 12 week safety. After my sister miscarried at 16 weeks, I don't think I will ever feel safe and I'd rather have more people there to rejoice with me or mourn with me.

These experiences also made me more grateful for the knowledge I have in a Heavenly Father that loves and watches over me. My heart was turned to the Savior as I thought about the sacrifice He made for each and every one of us. My night of intense cramping was eased by the blessing Keith gave me and also my faith in the Savior knowing He had endured greater pain and that he could ease my burden. I felt Him with me throughout the night and I know the happiness I feel now is due to the peace of the Spirit in knowing the Lord has a plan for each of us.