Another ONE

Yes, another miscarriage. 

I simultaneously feel shock, awe.  And an odd, numbing familiarity.

I feel tears stuck in my throat. An odd resignation.

No surprise.  Confirmation of current knowledge.

Anger at the brokenness of our bodies, nonetheless.

I hear babies crying.  (Well, figuratively, just so you don't send me to the loonie bin.)

It's different to find out you're having a miscarriage before you found out you were pregnant.

Malia is the miracle.

Thank God for her.

Hope lives for a life grown in another womb, to join our family.  Someday.