one monday morning...

Today I'm grateful for the tender mercies of a loving Heavenly Father.  I've received a number of them lately.  Even when things don't always turn out the way you imagine they would...in retrospection, they always turn out the right way.  At least when you're trying to do the right thing, they do.

I had a rough beginning to our week.

Miscarriage.

I'd known about it and been anticipating the "event" for 2 weeks upon hearing the doctor say there was a fetus, but no heart beat.  But I guess my body wasn't ready to let it go till Monday morning.  I was one day short of being 14 weeks pregnant.  I lost a lot of blood at home.  I passed out.  Jared rushed me to the Emergency Dept.  Thankfully Aleena was here to take care of the kiddos on the spur of the moment exodus.  I needed help.  Fluids and blood.  I got both.  The products of conception were removed.  I recovered.  Then I realized my head hurt.  I stayed the night at the hospital.  I rested.  Lots.  Still feeling dizzy and unstable they did a CT scan to check for bleeding in the brain from when I lost consciousness and hit my head on the hard wood flood.  Thankfully the CT scan was normal.  It's just a concussion.  Dizzy/light handedness will (and has already) improved.  I'm home.  My kids missed me.  They cleaned the house for me.  I missed them and somehow I missed the clean house too!  But there's no where else I'd rather be.  Home with my sweet family.  Still resting.  probably not as much as I should be.  Grateful to be well again.  Grateful for a husband who was home; a sister who happen to be in Minnesota; doctors who sacrificed for years and gained priceless knowledge about the body; flowers, family, friends, prayers, dinners, and Faith...to continue to act, love, and live happily as many days as we're privileged to.