Yesterday, I found out that a friend of mine had a miscarriage. I know of four friends my age who have miscarried. Four! I have read that many times, miscarriage occurs because the mother's body recognizes that something is wrong with the baby. And sometimes it just happens. I can't imagine the pain my friend is going through, and the questions she must have. Lord, give her peace!
Many pregnant couples only tell a few people--their closest friends and family--in the first trimester, when the likelihood of miscarriage is the highest. They do this to avoid all the questions from well-meaning people who don't know what's going on. Jon and I talked about this, trying to figure out who we would tell. We finally decided we would tell the people that we would also tell in the event of a miscarriage. That's actually a pretty large number, because it includes our Sunday School class, on whom we would lean most heavily for support during our grieving time.
Miscarriage. I don't know how to deal with it. And I imagine no one does.