He would have been one yesterday.
Our son, Benjamin Spross Ryan, was due on 10/10/10 but died in my tummy during the second trimester. We met him, we mourned him, and then we let him go.
But we will never forget him.
Officially, October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, so in honor of all of the sweet babies who have been lost way too soon, here is a link to the blog that I wrote during that time. It’s called Goodbye Benjamin. Though it ends rather abruptly because I became pregnant again shortly thereafter with our sweet daughter, Adelle, I’ll continue to share Benjamin’s story every October from here on out.
Many of you have been affected by miscarriage as well. Even if it happened thirty years ago, you still remember. You may even still hurt. You may still mourn. But God can love us through it. He loves us, and He loves our babies.
And He holds them when we cannot.
Q: Have you been affected by a miscarriage? Tell us about your child (or grandchild, niece, nephew, etc.) in the comments.
We lost our daughter, Rebekah Ehrin, at 32 weeks of pregnancy. She was delivered on January 27, 2008 at 11:44 AM. We were surrounded by prayer the whole experience. From the first sign of something wrong, to the hospital stay, to informing our lamaze instructor we no longer needed instruction, to the years after… we knew that she was a blessing from God and that he gives and takes away. I felt peace (and pain) upon delivery knowing she was with Jesus!
Michelle, I completely understand the mixture of peace and pain. Thanks for sharing your sweet Rebekah with us. I know you will never forget her! Prayers for you and your family.