We went to the hospital early on the morning of April 7, 2003. We had been to a couple of birthing classes, just enough for me to know that all of the breathing techniques were useless for my personality type. I brought along a cd player and some music I found soothing to play, and some clothes for me to wear home.
The story of our loss of Jonah didn’t end with the doctor’s appointment. Because I was 30 weeks pregnant, I had to go through labor and delivery. The doctor gave us two options: schedule to come into the hospital to be induced, or wait it out…
It occurred to me today that in all of my writing and blogging, I may not have shared much of our Jonah story. Especially since we went through all of that in 2003, just a year and a half into our marriage. Before I joined Facebook. Before this blog. Five years before this blog existed, in fact. Unlike our journey with Samantha, I don’t have a million online reminders of everything we experienced. No, I have to rely solely on my memory, which is not the most reliable thing…
When I am stuck for something to write, I go back in the blog archives to find things that help. This post is originally from February 27, 2012, shortly before what would have been Samantha’s first birthday. The words I shared here tied in so well with last Friday’s post that I wanted to share them again here.
Besides focusing on the story of Hannah, I spent a lot of my pregnancy with Samantha pondering the Old Testament story of Abraham and Isaac. If you’re not familiar with it…
Yesterday, I posted about the hymn below, before we actually sang it in church. I really should know better. Singing a hymn always gives me greater insight than just reading the words…
Here are the words of two hymns, both following the same tune. The first, Jesus, Grant That Balm and Healing, will be in our worship service tonight at church. The second is one we use quite a bit in our services since it’s only one verse.
I originally wrote this post on March 23, 2011, a short time after bringing Samantha home from the hospital. So many blessings happened during that season with her when she was healthy.
I spent a lot of time in prayer over the course of my pregnancy with Samantha. I had to – I was so terrified! After losing Jonah (more on that in a future post), I didn’t know how to trust that this pregnancy wouldn’t end the same way.
One of the stories I returned to again and again was the story of Hannah…
I can’t tell you how many names we discussed before ultimately naming our daughter Samantha. We didn’t even settle on her name until the day she was born. I’ve forgotten most of them. I know Courtney was in the mix, but I kept thinking of the Kardashians…
Blooming Joy! 