They Didn't Even Have A Heartbeat

We had our scan yeaterday and found out for certain that our little one didn’t progress any futher than just over 5 weeks. The news we were dreadding came crashing into our hearts and became a reality.

I think over the days leading up to the scan, I had finally accepted the more likely answer that we had lost the baby so it wasn’t a surprised. I watched the screen as the sonographer zoomed in, and measured and I see that there was hardly anything there so when she turned to us and uttered the words we were dredding to hear “I’m so sorry”

We’re now booked in tomorrow to go through the agonising process of medically inducing a miscarrage - Eleanor has taken the first of two pills, then tomorrow morning we need to call the hospital and go in for the second pill to get things moving along.

I think we’re both just dazed by the news. How does this fit in withour faith? We prayed, we thought we heard God say that he “doesn’t drop a stitch” - did we mishear? Was He telling us what we needed to hear to get us through the two week wait?