On Monday, Wendi from Every Day Miracles heard the news that every pregnant woman dreads. At 7 weeks, her baby’s heart stopped beating.
They set up a March of Dimes donation in honor of Wendi’s baby. With a simple donation, we can send our prayers and support to Wendi, her family and all families who have suffered the loss of a pregnancy or premature birth.
On Wednesday, Wendi was soaring with the support and love that the blogosphere showed her. We felt terrible, because we’d intended on posting that day but we were late… but perhaps the silver lining is that now we can all again show Wendi another wave of love.
Wednesday I woke up faced with all of the normal responsibilities of running a house hold and caring for a family. I put one foot in front of the other for a few hours. Some where in the late morning I began to feel so weary that I could hardly function. The boys got fed, diapers were changed. That’s about it. Laundry piled up, dirty dishes were visibly multiplying. The obviously unkempt home only added to my discouragement. “I’m a terrible mother. Why can’t I do this? What is wrong with me? My poor boys. I have to get myself normal again!” Were the thoughts that seemed to be rattling around in my scattered brain.
My prayers have been random and strewn haphazardly through out my day. I have been so forgetful and – just off. Sometimes I even forget… I will start to say some thing about the baby and then truth hits with its unkind certainty.