Today, I read a post saying that today is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Remembrance Day. When I read some of the posts written by fellow blogglers, it reminded me of my lost sibling and how my parents almost lost me.

About a year before my parents were pregnant with me my mom was pregnant with my late sibling. My mom bought my dad a little bookmark that had a poem called, “Walk a Little Plainer Daddy,” to tell Daddy that he was going to be a father. My parents were so excited when they found out that they were going to start a family. Shortly after, my mom miscarried and my older brother or sister was taken to heaven. My parents think that my sibling was a boy so they gave him the name, Christopher Kent.

When my parents were pregnant with me they were happy as well. Everything was going great until my mom went in for a check up and three doctors told my parents I was gone. After blood tests and an ultrasound the doctors’ suspicions were confirmed. But for some reason Mom didn’t give up hope. Days later another set of blood tests were performed to make sure the pregnancy hormone levels were continuing to drop at a rapid rate as they had several days earlier. If they were not dropping at a rapid rate then they would do surgery the next day so that infection would not set in. My mom called the doctor the next day to check on the blood counts to see if he needed her to come to the hospital or to see if she was miscarrying me safely. The doctor put my mom on hold for a few minutes to look at the results and came back shocked. He said, “Mrs. Thompson, I’ve never had this to happen in all my years but your hormone rate is no longer dropping but have tripled in count. You are still pregnant!”

So, how does this relate to Adoption Blogs and my little sister?

Ever since I was three, I wanted a brother or sister so bad. I was so upset that I didn’t have my older sibling with me. It was always hard for me to deal with the loss. I never knew my sibling, but I knew that I loved him/her so much and that I missed them and I wanted to turn back time from keeping the tragedy from happening.

I always prayed and asked God to give me a sibling and that Mommy would get pregnant. Things didn’t happen the way that I had prayed. Mom couldn’t get pregnant and I continued to cry myself to sleep, but hope was still insight, or shall I say, “Grace” was in sight.

I started praying at three years of age and when I was twelve, Gracie became a permanent part of our family. She became my little sister.

My parents have always taught me that everything happens for a purpose whether good or bad. It was very sad when my mom miscarried and when she almost miscarried me, but because of my continued hope and prayer for a sibling, Grace is here to stay. Gracie doesn’t replace Christopher. She is just a constant reminder of “Amazing Grace.”

To Christopher, I love you and I miss you today and always. Mommy, Daddy, and your little TWO sisters remember you.