On Saturday night, July 4th, we lost our eleventh baby at ten weeks. There is a long, two part story that I’m writing, but I also have felt that I just needed to say this much and not hide it. I’m hurting deeply, but also grateful and full of hope for the future and joy from what God has done during the last few weeks.

My full post(s) will go up soon. It has all the details of what happened in the week and a half before I miscarried, and details of the actual miscarriage. It isn’t something everyone will want to read or even should.

I know I’m not alone in this loss. I know many women who have been through this, and there is part of me that wants to minimize it because it’s so common. But my heart will not allow it. This little baby was so longed for and wanted and loved.