Today I held a sweet little peanut named Oliver. He is the brand new son of my dear friend Molly.
When I think of Molly and her baby boy, I can't help but think back to the journey Molly has been on with me....she has walked beside me, shed so many tears for me, prayed so many prayers for me and dealt so gracefully with my losses during her times of celebration.
Just one month after my first miscarriage Ryan and I met Molly and her husband Josh for dinner in August 2006. With tears in her eyes she told me she was expecting. I could tell it was so hard on her to share this news in the midst of my pain. I know she wanted to share the details of her pregnancy with me in the following months as I grieved my loss and waited month after month to conceive again, but she was so sensitive with my heart.
Beautiful Sophia was born and I've watched her grow for two years.
Last August, on the same day I told Molly we were finally pregnant again she told me she too was expecting. What fun - we could share our pregnancies together! We were due just 10 days apart. She prayed her heart out for the health of our baby and asked God if one of our babies wouldn't be healthy that it would be hers so Ryan and I could have a baby.
The day I had my first ultrasound and heard a heartbeat she rejoiced with me and cried many happy tears. On the day we found out our baby had died, she left me a message and I could just hear her sobs on my voicemail. Her tender heart felt my pain and was broken over our loss.
Once again, during what should have been a time of sweet celebration and rejoicing over the new life inside of her womb, Molly walked beside me grieving along with me, crying beside me and listening to my questions. And she let God have it a time or two.
It was my dear friend Molly who I gave the sad task of erasing all the weeks off my calendar of what would have been by upcoming pregnancy. I just couldn't bear to do that again. With tears in her eyes she took the pencil and one by one erased week after week.
Both her pregnancies have been marked by my miscarriages. I am so sorry for the timing in that.
But today I rejoice with her in the birth of her son. In the miracle of his life and in the perfect timing God has for her family. I am grateful for the gift of her friendship and the tenderness of her heart. I am in awe of her prayers that sustained me through my darkest hours.
Congratulations my dear friend. I love you.