All my blog readers might just have to put up with my journaling today but this post is not for entertainment but it's a time of reflection for me. Today is July 2... a memorable day in this mother's life....the day designated for my first child's birthday. It was October 1971, my husband was in the Special Forces, stationed at Ft Devens, MA, and had been out on maneuvers in Germany for a month. I remember his return. Being a military wife placed in a far away strange land from Texas, a month seemed like an eternity. Homecoming was welcome and my first child was conceived. Over-The-Counter pregnancy tests were not introduced at the time and this first time mother had no idea of expected pregnancy symptoms. But within a couple months, my husband had early discharge from the military and we headed to Texas as fast as we could. So much for taking two weeks of the scenic tour back! We were so ready to be back home with family. It wasn't until we were back in Texas that I finally went to the doctor and pregnancy was confirmed. Now I was finally putting together all the changes my body was undertaking. Making a very long story much shorter, I was midway through my fifth month when my doctor informed me to pack a bag and head for the hospital. He knew at that time that my baby had died. Since my dad was a doctor and my obstetrician was a friend of his, I don't know if I was being "protected" or what but I was never informed of the baby's sex. Is it a mother's instinct to know in her heart? To me, I had a son. What I do know is that my child is in Heaven in the loving arms of Jesus along with his Dad. I have that to look forward to...seeing my child. I might be totally surprised to know that I had a little girl! For a very short time, I got to experience that precious baby from God. The Lord gave and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord. Job 1:21
I don't dwell on this as a loss. I give God the glory for my child. I praise God for a gift!
Happy Trails... Berte