Sunday, June 26, 2011
I am 14 weeks and 5 days pregnant today. I am carrying a baby that I have been told repeatedly will not make it. And yet, I've had almost 15 weeks of being blessed to be her mama and carry her. I think about the months I have ahead of me and it seems like such a long journey for a baby who doctors and nurses think won't make it. I count the days left, and there are so many. Today I started to think, maybe I am going about this wrong. Maybe I should just pray for her to make it at least one more day. One day isn't so much to pray for, is it? I'm not asking for too much, am I? Each and every day I have with Gracelynn is a victory. I want to be her mama and hold her in my arms with all my heart. It hurts like a pain I have never felt before to think that she won't make it. I'm going to sleep now and will ask God to let me carry Gracelynn at least one more day. Tomorrow night, I will ask again.