All the Christian Homeschoolers!

[SunriseChickers]

Interestingly, before I experienced this myself, I always felt so awkward when it's come up for other people. But now that I'm on the other side of it, it seems to me like no one needs to be awkward about it, even if you don't have words. Some folks, on either end, just don't want to talk about it, and it's perfectly okay. But for me, I don't feel that way for some reason. Yes, it's deeply personal and despite its commonality, it's always an individual experience. But that doesn't mean it shouldn't be shared. The more people who know, the more that life can be celebrated! Especially amongst believers, who know of the soul and the heaven in which the little lost one resides.

 

[SunriseChickers]

@TesoroSena says she is so sorry, and she will keep you in her prayers sunrise

Tell her "Thanks" for me, please. <3 And thank you for delivering the message.

 

[OrpingtonManiac]

I feel like maybe I'm ready to share now, since the ordeal is finally over...
It's a really hard thing to share, but a part of me feels very strongly that it should be shared. A lot of people don't talk about it, I think often because of shame, but there is no shame in this.

A TW will be at the top of the spoiler just in case.

Spoiler

TW: Miscarriage

I strongly feel the need to share this, despite it's intimate and tragic nature. Perhaps I feel the need to preserve the memory.

We were expecting a honeymoon baby (sex unknown) in early August of this year, but unfortunately over the weekend we got the word in the ER that we were likely having a miscarriage. I was 11 weeks pregnant, and went in for bleeding, which has started on Wednesday and increased slowly. There was honestly little doubt in my mind about what had happened. I felt like I'd known it would happen all along. I also felt all along like it was a boy.

Yesterday evening is when it finally did happen, and the shower was my best friend for a good two or three hours. The pain was so intense I couldn't talk about I could barely move, but thankfully it came in waves. We were able to save the little body, for which I am incredibly grateful, and we are planning a burial this week or next.

We named it Alexis Ray, after the (male) Saint Alexis Toth of Minnesota, and I suppose that's the most unisex we're getting when it comes to Saint's names. ;P It means Defender of the Light. My Dad suggested the middle name.

My body will be recovering for a while. I nearly fainted this morning when I first stood up before remembering I had experienced significant blood loss, and that actually gave me a good laugh (also because of my chronic illness, I'm no stranger to near misses, lol). I also feel a little weak and shaky in my fine motor control, but I'm sure iron supplementation will help remedy that in a few days.

I am physically wounded, but emotionally, I feel as though God has been protecting me. I've cried, of course, but for some reason I'm really very okay. It's as if my heart and soul have been held in gentle hands and surrounded by angels this entire time. I will not fail to miss and mourn my little one, but after I coerced myself into church this past Sunday, I have just felt so light. The sadness isn't burdening, or suffocating at all, though it still exists. It's strange. I feel like I am just grateful for this whole experience, even though it was so horrible, and I'm not sure why. It is a joyful sadness, and I am not sure how that can be. :')

Our priest stopped by last night to say some prayers for Alexis (Alexios in the Greek apparently) and myself. We were on his route home from bible study, so I was grateful for the timing of it all.

Thank you for all of your prayers, it's much appreciated. It was a hard several days, but by the grace of God I can move on with a cheerful face and still remember our little Alexios, who is awaiting us in heaven. ♥

I'm so so sorry

 

[SunriseChickers]

I'm so so sorry

Thank you :')

 

[Hannah Jean]

Tell her "Thanks" for me, please. <3 And thank you for delivering the message.

I will! and of course!

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

I feel like maybe I'm ready to share now, since the ordeal is finally over...
It's a really hard thing to share, but a part of me feels very strongly that it should be shared. A lot of people don't talk about it, I think often because of shame, but there is no shame in this.

A TW will be at the top of the spoiler just in case.

Spoiler

TW: Miscarriage

I strongly feel the need to share this, despite it's intimate and tragic nature. Perhaps I feel the need to preserve the memory.

We were expecting a honeymoon baby (sex unknown) in early August of this year, but unfortunately over the weekend we got the word in the ER that we were likely having a miscarriage. I was 11 weeks pregnant, and went in for bleeding, which has started on Wednesday and increased slowly. There was honestly little doubt in my mind about what had happened. I felt like I'd known it would happen all along. I also felt all along like it was a boy.

Yesterday evening is when it finally did happen, and the shower was my best friend for a good two or three hours. The pain was so intense I couldn't talk about I could barely move, but thankfully it came in waves. We were able to save the little body, for which I am incredibly grateful, and we are planning a burial this week or next.

We named it Alexis Ray, after the (male) Saint Alexis Toth of Minnesota, and I suppose that's the most unisex we're getting when it comes to Saint's names. ;P It means Defender of the Light. My Dad suggested the middle name.

My body will be recovering for a while. I nearly fainted this morning when I first stood up before remembering I had experienced significant blood loss, and that actually gave me a good laugh (also because of my chronic illness, I'm no stranger to near misses, lol). I also feel a little weak and shaky in my fine motor control, but I'm sure iron supplementation will help remedy that in a few days.

I am physically wounded, but emotionally, I feel as though God has been protecting me. I've cried, of course, but for some reason I'm really very okay. It's as if my heart and soul have been held in gentle hands and surrounded by angels this entire time. I will not fail to miss and mourn my little one, but after I coerced myself into church this past Sunday, I have just felt so light. The sadness isn't burdening, or suffocating at all, though it still exists. It's strange. I feel like I am just grateful for this whole experience, even though it was so horrible, and I'm not sure why. It is a joyful sadness, and I am not sure how that can be. :')

Our priest stopped by last night to say some prayers for Alexis (Alexios in the Greek apparently) and myself. We were on his route home from bible study, so I was grateful for the timing of it all.

Thank you for all of your prayers, it's much appreciated. It was a hard several days, but by the grace of God I can move on with a cheerful face and still remember our little Alexios, who is awaiting us in heaven. ♥

Chickers, there is no words My heart aches with you, I have been blessed that God has kept so many of the babies in my family safe but there has also been a few we had to say goodbye to. I have some siblings waiting for me.
If there's anything more than prayer I can do please don't hesitate to PM me

 

[SunriseChickers]

Chickers, there is no words My heart aches with you, I have been blessed that God has kept so many of the babies in my family safe but there has also been a few we had to say goodbye to. I have some siblings waiting for me.
If there's anything more than prayer I can do please don't hesitate to PM me

Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. I also have one little brother or sister waiting for me. I think my baby and my mom's are probably together. :')

 

[Pampered chicken girl]

I feel like maybe I'm ready to share now, since the ordeal is finally over...
It's a really hard thing to share, but a part of me feels very strongly that it should be shared. A lot of people don't talk about it, I think often because of shame, but there is no shame in this.

A TW will be at the top of the spoiler just in case.

Spoiler

TW: Miscarriage

I strongly feel the need to share this, despite it's intimate and tragic nature. Perhaps I feel the need to preserve the memory.

We were expecting a honeymoon baby (sex unknown) in early August of this year, but unfortunately over the weekend we got the word in the ER that we were likely having a miscarriage. I was 11 weeks pregnant, and went in for bleeding, which has started on Wednesday and increased slowly. There was honestly little doubt in my mind about what had happened. I felt like I'd known it would happen all along. I also felt all along like it was a boy.

Yesterday evening is when it finally did happen, and the shower was my best friend for a good two or three hours. The pain was so intense I couldn't talk about I could barely move, but thankfully it came in waves. We were able to save the little body, for which I am incredibly grateful, and we are planning a burial this week or next.

We named it Alexis Ray, after the (male) Saint Alexis Toth of Minnesota, and I suppose that's the most unisex we're getting when it comes to Saint's names. ;P It means Defender of the Light. My Dad suggested the middle name.

My body will be recovering for a while. I nearly fainted this morning when I first stood up before remembering I had experienced significant blood loss, and that actually gave me a good laugh (also because of my chronic illness, I'm no stranger to near misses, lol). I also feel a little weak and shaky in my fine motor control, but I'm sure iron supplementation will help remedy that in a few days.

I am physically wounded, but emotionally, I feel as though God has been protecting me. I've cried, of course, but for some reason I'm really very okay. It's as if my heart and soul have been held in gentle hands and surrounded by angels this entire time. I will not fail to miss and mourn my little one, but after I coerced myself into church this past Sunday, I have just felt so light. The sadness isn't burdening, or suffocating at all, though it still exists. It's strange. I feel like I am just grateful for this whole experience, even though it was so horrible, and I'm not sure why. It is a joyful sadness, and I am not sure how that can be. :')

Our priest stopped by last night to say some prayers for Alexis (Alexios in the Greek apparently) and myself. We were on his route home from bible study, so I was grateful for the timing of it all.

Thank you for all of your prayers, it's much appreciated. It was a hard several days, but by the grace of God I can move on with a cheerful face and still remember our little Alexios, who is awaiting us in heaven. ♥

I know I don't come on here very often anymore but I am so so sorry I can't even imagine how hard this is, you, your husband, and the baby will all be in my prayers

 

[SunriseChickers]

I know I don't come on here very often anymore but I am so so sorry I can't even imagine how hard this is, you, your husband, and the baby will all be in my prayers

Thank you, it's very appreciated.

 

[The Chick Addict]

I feel like maybe I'm ready to share now, since the ordeal is finally over...
It's a really hard thing to share, but a part of me feels very strongly that it should be shared. A lot of people don't talk about it, I think often because of shame, but there is no shame in this.

A TW will be at the top of the spoiler just in case.

Spoiler

TW: Miscarriage

I strongly feel the need to share this, despite it's intimate and tragic nature. Perhaps I feel the need to preserve the memory.

We were expecting a honeymoon baby (sex unknown) in early August of this year, but unfortunately over the weekend we got the word in the ER that we were likely having a miscarriage. I was 11 weeks pregnant, and went in for bleeding, which has started on Wednesday and increased slowly. There was honestly little doubt in my mind about what had happened. I felt like I'd known it would happen all along. I also felt all along like it was a boy.

Yesterday evening is when it finally did happen, and the shower was my best friend for a good two or three hours. The pain was so intense I couldn't talk about I could barely move, but thankfully it came in waves. We were able to save the little body, for which I am incredibly grateful, and we are planning a burial this week or next.

We named it Alexis Ray, after the (male) Saint Alexis Toth of Minnesota, and I suppose that's the most unisex we're getting when it comes to Saint's names. ;P It means Defender of the Light. My Dad suggested the middle name.

My body will be recovering for a while. I nearly fainted this morning when I first stood up before remembering I had experienced significant blood loss, and that actually gave me a good laugh (also because of my chronic illness, I'm no stranger to near misses, lol). I also feel a little weak and shaky in my fine motor control, but I'm sure iron supplementation will help remedy that in a few days.

I am physically wounded, but emotionally, I feel as though God has been protecting me. I've cried, of course, but for some reason I'm really very okay. It's as if my heart and soul have been held in gentle hands and surrounded by angels this entire time. I will not fail to miss and mourn my little one, but after I coerced myself into church this past Sunday, I have just felt so light. The sadness isn't burdening, or suffocating at all, though it still exists. It's strange. I feel like I am just grateful for this whole experience, even though it was so horrible, and I'm not sure why. It is a joyful sadness, and I am not sure how that can be. :')

Our priest stopped by last night to say some prayers for Alexis (Alexios in the Greek apparently) and myself. We were on his route home from bible study, so I was grateful for the timing of it all.

Thank you for all of your prayers, it's much appreciated. It was a hard several days, but by the grace of God I can move on with a cheerful face and still remember our little Alexios, who is awaiting us in heaven. ♥

Oh my goodness... Sunrise, I can't imagine how experiencing this must be. I will be praying for you, your husband, your family, and the soul of your sweet baby. That is a beautiful name, and the story behind it is beautiful as well.