Last night, January 3, 2014, I said goodbye to my sweet baby girl, Ezraela Eaven. Ezraela meaning “God is my help”, Eaven meaning “fair radiance”. I only carried her in my belly (as my 2 ½ year old, Alexandria, would say) for 18 weeks, but to me, her mother, it might as well have been an eternity. I remember the day I took the pregnancy test that told me she was there. I remember the tears of joy that streamed down my face. We kept the news of her quiet for quite some time because we were afraid that we would lose her. My first visit to the nurse midwife was riddled with anticipation and anxiety. I was afraid they would tell me the tests I took had been wrong, but because of spotting and cramping they did an ultrasound. That day I truly fell in love with that little blob on the screen. I was only 10 weeks along, but she was mine. 10 Week Ultrasound My second visit was more of the same. They couldn’t find a heartbeat at first, but after a
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful! So glad spring is here at last. :)
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