At the beginning... Meet Little Faith! And a bit about her Siblings.

Hello!

Meet Little Faith.

This was when she was really little in the first trimester.

This was also the first time I saw my baby move, and it was simply magical. I was gushing and smiling so much.  

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After having suffered two miscarriages (our beloved Little Lucy and Little Emmanuel are now home with the Lord), it was also a huge milestone for us that for the first time, our little one could reach past the age of 12 weeks.

In remembrance of Little Lucy, 

                                                        

Lucy means light, because she is the first light in our lives. I remember when I lost her... I was grieving. Right in that very moment of grief, in my bedroom, I envisioned a bright light, and it was so beautiful. There were rainbows and butterflies, and I knew in that moment that Little Lucy was right there with us, just before the angels take her to heaven. 

David took out his guitar and we sang a song of worship to our God, in our bedroom, that fateful morning. It was also the first time we sang a song of worship together and it was a beautiful moment for us.

 In remembrance of Little Emanuel, 

Emmanuel means, God with us. We were grief-stricken when we lost Little Emmanuel. He was growing so well until his little heart stopped beating suddenly and he stopped growing. This was the second time we lost our little one. 

This time it was awkward. I must have been queer for 2 miscarriages to have happened in a row. Deep down, I didn't know how to talk about it to friends, because I could tell that some friends simply didn't know how to react or avoided the topic altogether. 

But God was faithful. Reading His word and books, gave me comfort in a dark time of sorrow. I told myself that I must boldly talk about my experience and testify for Him. 

 

 Miscarriages are hardly heard of or spoken about. Until it happened to me, did many colleagues, friends and family came forward to share about their experience with their own miscarriages. Most people don't openly talk about it as if its something to be ashamed of. But there is nothing to hide or be ashamed. Apparently, I was told it happens so commonly one third of pregnancies may end up in a miscarriage. 

Because of what happened, we went for further investigations to look for genetic predisposition - turns out nothing was abnormal. My doctors attributed the miscarriage to sheer case of bad luck and encouraged us not to give up. I'd like to think everything happened by God's beautiful plans, even if at this moment, we cannot comprehend why things turned out the way it did.