Wednesday, May 13, 2015
In January, Ish and I found out that I was pregnant with another child due in September. On March 9th, at 12 weeks pregnant, we found out that the baby had died in utero. On March 25th, our son, Gregory Innocent was born sleeping. On Easter Monday, surrounded by family and friends, we had a graveside service for Gregory. He is now buried with his great-grandfather.
Soon after I found out that I was pregnant with Gregory, I started knitting a blanket for him. I didn't get very far before he died. I couldn't bear to finish the entire blanket, but even more so I couldn't bear ripping it out. Last night I finally put a garter border on the blanket and bound off.
When she found out that I had miscarried, a friend lent me her copy of A Call to a Deeper Love. It is the correspondence of St. Therese's parents, Blessed Zélie and Louis Martin. She thought it would bring me comfort, and indeed, it has. Zélie and Louis lost 4 of their children (3 as infants and 1 in early childhood). The way in which Zélie writes about her children and their deaths has brought me so much comfort and a good dose of perspective.
Linking up with Ginny