I was lying on Ella's bed with her tonight as we tucked the girls in. She had such a concerned look on her face.
[me] "Are you okay, honey?"
[Ella] "I'll tell you later- because of Adelia and Audra."
[me, scooting closer to her] "You can whisper in my ear."
[Ella, whispering and teary] "I'm just sad that the baby is really dead."
[me] "We told you the baby had died, honey...."
[Ella] "I know. But I prayed that God would bring the baby back to life."
...and then just minutes later, while tucking Audra (4), in:
[Audra] "I'll pray for you to have another baby, mommy..."
[me, bending to kiss her] "Thank you, sweet girl."
[Audra] "....one that doesn't die."
We are still waiting for my body to physically miscarry this tiny one.... it's been just over 3 weeks and my midwife says my body seems to be "stubborn". When I repeated that to Mark, he said "that's because your body just wants to take care of this baby." True.
Thank you for your continued prayers, friends. This has been a difficult few weeks.