Sunday afternoon I started bleeding, I am 13 weeks along.
Our last baby stopped growing at 13 weeks, we didn't discover it until 16 weeks.
When I saw the blood, fear crept over me.
I tried to pray and trust God, but tears came, reliving the loss we experienced just a few short months ago.
Bleeding isn't always bad, but the only other time I have ever bled in my other 3 pregnancies, was when we lost our baby.
It took about 24 hours to get into my doctor, I battled going to the worst in my mind. I tend to be someone who sees the positive, but I almost prepared myself for the worst. I am so thankful for the family and friends who surrounded us in prayer.
I am so grateful to say everything is fine. We heard a very strong heartbeat and my hormone levels are great. I have learned to not take a healthy baby and momma for granted.
Praise God who forms every baby and knows the story it will live. Whether it be a shorter or longer story, God is in control, knows best and desires to bless us. I am so thankful for the blessing that continues to grow inside of me.