Who can understand?

One of my sister from cell share the below in FB. It really touch my heart and so i shared my personal testimonial here. Now i would like to share this with all of you. Be strong and keep your faith!!

I am writing this in honor of my unborn nephew whom God took home yesterday and i write this also for those of us who have felt the pain of losing our babies and for those who are still trying.

 about 8 months ago, when my pregnancy test showed that it was  positive, i was overjoyed. i felt like calling everyone i knew and tell them that im already a mother (always dramatic and always over the top). Try giving me the same result 15 years ago, the last person i would want to call would be my parents.

 it was an overwhelming experience. having to go through all the morning sickness, the happiness and joy of knowing youre about to carry another mini-you inside, the different cravings, the 5 minute disorder (i want a slurpee but when i have a slurpee i want a coke and when the coke is there i want an ice lemon tea) and ofcourse being pampered and spoilt by everyone. it was just a wonderful wonderful feeling.

 it changed me a lot. especially my thinking process, my feelings towards others and most of all my emotions. It was a bit of a yo-yo but it definitely became softer, i became more sensitive that i can even watch a cartoon and cry. every little thing that hapened around me moved me emotionally.

 one funny thing though..in that period of time, i loved men. Not that i never loved men, but this was very weird, short,tall,thin,fat and even mr.postman caused me to put on some mascara and blusher.

 The day I was told that the baby did not grow was the hardest day of my life (apart from that night in 2001 when i had so much at a party and i couldnt drive home. i thought that was the hardest day..apparently it wasn’t..compared to the day i was told i have to remove whats inside of me ) i didnt cry when i was told by the doctor. I held back the tears. Only when we got in the car did i let my tears out. our drive home was silent except for my sniffling once every few minutes.

for one split of a second, i asked God why? and then i took it back. who am i to ask Him why? who am i? That moment when i asked why was a moment where i forgot that He actually has a plan and a purpose. A wonderful wonderful plan for me. He was preparing me for a lot of things. Looking back at what has hapened to me from the time i had that miscarriage up till now, I am glad that God did what was best for me. Ofcourse it wasnt as easy as i wish it would have been. There were nights when i cried myself to sleep and even now,i still remember that ‘worried’  look on the doctor’s face and my husband’s face when they looked at the monitor to check the heartbeat only to find nothing.Every time i recall their facial expression, my heart skips a beat and even as i write this ,my heartwent silent for a second..okay,now its beating normally again..i can continue typing..

Painful? ofcourse it is, unforgettable? definitely unforgettable. no one alive or dead could comfort a woman whose pregnancy fails. not even if jimmy choo or donatella versace were to give me the whole season of 2011’s entire collection for free would made a woman feel better (okay, maybe it will help me :))))) but im sure none of you are like me*coughs*)

 I still believe that God has something bigger in store for me..Hopefully not getting me too big but maybe a set of twins would be nice.or triplets..or…okay,i better stop before God grants me quadruplets. My trust is in Him and i know i have failed Him many times with words of anger and words of frustration but i know for all of us who went through this, He loves us just equally (or  more :))))) than He loves a woman with 18 babies or a woman who does nothing but produce a baby each year.

 If there was anyone who could understand how it feels to lose a child, it would be God. To sacrifice His one and only son for us that we will have eternal life. To watch His son being spat on, tortured and tormented and go through the whole ordeal on the cross for our salvation. If that is too spiritual, then think of how Mary must have felt. A virgin who knew that her Son would be taken one day…oh gee, that sounds even more spiritual.

 The bottom line is, everything happens for Him to allow for His good works to hapen. He loves all of us equally and He wants only the best production for us. He knew better to what would happen if He allowed for each of us to complete the pregnancy we lost. He knew better and that was why he changed the course of our pregnancy and He WILL bless our wombs. I trust Him more than anything and I know this journey which we all went through has made us look at life in a different light.

Till then, the peace and love of God be upon each of you who are waiting for His wonderful works in our womb and to those who have been blessed by Him, i pray that His love, joy ,peace and wisdom be upon the child you are bearing and the children you have bore. To those who just losot theirs, God’s comfort and loving arms be upon you and your loved ones in times of grief.

God Bless and lots of love.

p/s: i heard that having a miscarriage is worse than giving birth. so at least thats one thing i have prepared myself for and dont bother asking me about the pain. the contrction was every 3 minutes. if there was a sledgehammer…only you and i would know what i would have done with that hammer..