We Call Them Miracles…

…Yet we’ve come to the point that we expect them to happen. At best, we fail to recognize them and, at worst, we’ve just plain forgotten that a baby really and truly is a miracle.

It’s wonderful how in 11 and a half short weeks I have come to love Thumper. It’s a selfless kind of love that I’ve always known I am capable of, yet I am still humbled by its power. The joy is almost indescribable. Simple stated, it is the kind of love that would make you sacrifice EVERYTHING, immediately and without question.

And then you are awakened by the panicked cry of your lover. Your reality has transformed into a gushing river of blood. With the blood flows your hopes and dreams. And you find that the other side of all that joy is an indescribable pain.

Early Sunday morning, we lost Thumper.

In the beginning, they told us that there is a 15% chance of miscarriage in every pregnancy. And Sunday morning, they told us that 80% of the time it’s a simple matter of nature taking care of itself. And while there is little comfort to be found in those percentages, the odds are still in our favor. GF is OK and we’ll try again in a couple of months. (And I’ll make an honest woman of her before the next time too!)

We have so very much to be thankful for – it almost feels selfish be upset about missing out on our miracle.

That said, we’ll never forget Thumper. Even though we never got a chance to know Thumper, we’ve been forever changed by the opportunity we were granted to be a part of a miracle – if only for a short time.

We can only hope and believe that Thumper has found new friends – perhaps Egg & Bacon and all the other lost miracles have welcomed Thumper to their world, and they are at peace now.