Prayers in the OR Waiting Room
By now many of our friends know, and some of my readers have inferred from an earlier post, that Anna has had a miscarriage. This has happened in the midst of some other difficult circumstances related to my own family, which only deepened the sense of pain and loss.
Coupled with that is the vertignous realization that I nearly lost my wife to this miscarriage. The baby had died about three or four weeks ago (roughly about the week of Thanksgiving), but Anna's body had not yet expelled the tiny lifeless body. She followed the counsel of her health care team, and we thought we were pretty well prepared for what was to come.
I had stayed up late Monday finalizing grades, and got to bed about 1:00 a.m. Tues