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The next two weeks went by slowly. I had morning sickness up until the last two days. It was tough to have to stuff myself with food in order not to throw up, knowing that the baby was gone and I was just making myself fat. I just tried not to dwell on it. With a house full of kids, life goes on. I had responsibilities. I had to keep going.
I was dreading going to church. People knew, and for that I was glad, but I was worried that they would show more compassion than I could handle right then. My husband and I help with the three-year-olds’ class during the second service, and I knew that if I lost my composure I’d never make it through. My four-year-old had her first concert that morning, and it didn’t go very well. Maybe this helped distract me from my own sorrow, but I was happy when I got through the first service. I went to my class thinking that I had probably made it through the tough part.
The lady helping us with the class asked with a happy smile, “So how are you feeling?” Instantly, I knew that she didn’t know. She was just asking me about the pregnancy. First of all, I didn’t want to cry, but second of all, I didn’t want her to feel bad for asking, so I steeled myself and in an emotion-free voice told her that we thought we lost the baby. The poor lady was so shocked! I tried to go on about our three-year-old business. In her shock and I’m sure because I seemed so aloof on the subject, she asked, “Isn’t this hard for you?” Leave it to me to find humor in the worst of circumstances. I laughed. “Yes, it’s hard, but I can’t cry if I’m going to take care of this class.” I chuckled and hugged her. Well, you know, the thing I had dreaded most happened, and it was fine. In fact, I remembered it and laughed about it all day. I needed that little bit of humor! God used this sweet lady to brighten my day.