Thank you everyone for your prayers and support, they have borne much fruit. I would like to tell you all about a wonderful experience I had on Friday where God touched me and changed my life.
Naturally, when we were given the news about the death of our child on Thursday we were devastated. I reacted by crying, and I couldn't stop crying. It was too sad to handle.
Supernaturally, I was healed by God's grace. After going to the ER about 8am we were made to wait in the waiting room (next to young family and a pregnant woman!) until 11am. By this stage I was increasingly distressed. I couldn't stop thinking about the dead child I was carrying inside me. Finally, I was admitted and given a room in ER. After talking through the operation and filling in the forms, my miracle happened. A priest of the area arrived and sought me out. I was having a general anesthetic and so Father absolved me from my sins and suggested the Sacrament of the Sick. He told me that he would pray for healing of my body, and for healing of my heart. He told me that I needed to accept God's will, and he told me to pray to God asking for help to do so. We participated in the liturgy alone in the consulting room, and as I responded 'blessed be God' I knew that I was speaking the truth. Father anointed my hands and my forehead and we prayed. As we prayed the words of the Lord's prayer 'Thy will be done' I was able, by the grace of God, to pray it with sincerity.
Father offered a few words of comfort, but it was the Sacraments which changed my life. My husband and my mother both commented on the instant change in my attitude and in my self. I could somehow feel Christ touching me and healing me right there in that liturgy. I could no longer cry like I had been. I am still sad, but my heart is no longer broken. God gave me the grace to accept His will - and healing was instantaneous.
The rest of the day was still very hard. I wasn't operated on until 9:30pm because more urgent cases kept arriving at the theatre. I was in a lot of pain after the operation, and the day was very tiring and stressful. I experienced some bleeding for the first time an hour before the operation and, despite asking, I was not given a drip until 9pm, so I was very dehydrated. But through it all I felt the presence of God. It was no longer an unbearable experience.
It is difficult to feel sad for long when I think of the mercy of the Lord. And it is difficult to feel sad when I think that our child will never sin, never know pain, never be sinned against, never endure hardship or war. I wanted to protect our child, and God has answered my prayer by protecting him from our fallen world. How can I be anything but thankful for this?
I feel so in awe at the power of God, and even though I still feel sad sometimes I can see that God has done what is best for us all. I can see that God has blessed us, both with the gift of a child for 13 weeks and with the gift of grief, which is a path God is offering to my husband and to me towards holiness. I am learning to thank God for both these blessings.
Thank you for letting me share my story with you. I feel like I want to tell the world what the Lord has done for me! Glory to God!