Our first indication something was wrong came in the form of a voicemail. About an hour after Garret and I got home from my 20-week anatomy scan, I saw that I’d missed a call from our midwife. I casually hit the play button and put the voicemail on speaker as I settled back at my desk. I was expecting a 20-second message telling us that the scans look normal, just like I’d gotten after my anatomy scans with Arlen and Jonah.
I just read your article in Risen Motherhood, which led to my finding your Substack—I just prayed now through your list above. May the Lord sustain you and your family during this very hard time.
Thank you SO much, Natalie. Knowing that there are prayers going up for us and daughter means more than we can say. Thank you again and much love to you.
I just read your article in Risen Motherhood, which led to my finding your Substack—I just prayed now through your list above. May the Lord sustain you and your family during this very hard time.
Thank you SO much, Natalie. Knowing that there are prayers going up for us and daughter means more than we can say. Thank you again and much love to you.