There is something just so difficult about family trips. It's been there with weddings, with Christmases, and with reunions. Someone is missing. Our daughter. Reagan isn't here to play with her brothers in the stream, to enjoy the taste of ice cream after playing in the park, to dance to the music in the house. It feels so wrong. A piece of me is always missing.
We're at the point in our lives now where things are busy, hectic, and distracted. Though I have moments throughout the week where my heart aches at thinking of how much Reagan would enjoy doing whatever it is we're doing together as a family, it's not quite so in your face. It's more of a subtle ache, the hole I've grown used to. I'm not quite sure how to handle this new wave of emotion and loss I seem to be feeling this week.
We're 20 weeks pregnant. The next 2 weeks will be so hard. Waiting to see if these constant contractions are going to send me into labor, if I'll wind up in the hospital again. Ultimately waiting for our appointment at 21+4 to see if our second daughter is still thriving. If everything still checks out. The waiting is awful. The nightmares are awful. The flashbacks are awful. I'm not really sure how else to describe it, another word to put in there. I'm terrified. And waiting for the bad news to hit. And not sure how to trust God with any of this when I still can't wrap my head around what's happened over these past several years. So, please pray for us as we wait and try to trust.