Remembering Maud, 2 year old birthday
“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promises is faithful.” - Hebrews 10:23
Two years ago today, we buried Maud who came way too early. No one should ever have to know what babies that small look like. In my pregnancy with Margaret, I definitely had to avoid all of those sites and images that try to show how big your baby is at each week. I just don’t understand how people look at those for entertainment while pregnant. Babies that small should just be inside growing.
I wish I had more to remember her by... I didn’t take any belly pics. So with Margaret, I took a bunch... because each day I carried her was one more day I was blessed to carry her. I don’t even have the last ultrasound picture because the machine was out of paper. I didn’t know it would be the last one. While pregnant with Maud, I became lactose intolerant (I’m fine again now) and my feet grew so much that I had to buy new running shoes. She also made me crave almonds, hazelnuts, and vienna sausages. I know I will see her again one day, and God had grown me so much through her.
Through losing Maud, I was called to be a volunteer at Hope Mommies, a nonprofit Christian organization that helped me in my journey and helps other Hope moms walking through unimaginable pain of infant loss by pointing them to the hope and love of Christ that will sustain. I was also then called to serve on the vestry at my church, St. Andrews. I am passionate about these opportunities to serve others through sharing Christ’s love that brings me closer to Maud.
Of course, I will always wonder. What if my doctor at the time had taken my concerns and prior history seriously? What if I’d been given progesterone (as I needed most of my pregnancy with Margaret)? What if I had rested more? What would Maud Clement Davis be like, my almost-year-and-a-half year-old, if she’d been born on time? I think she’d have dark beautiful deep eyes, dark ringlets, and pale skin, just like who she was named after, my gorgeous antique doll passed down generations, Maud Katherine (pictured). One day when her sisters are old enough, I look forward to sharing her story with them. ❤️
“For he says, ‘In the time of my favor, I heard you, and in the day of salvation, I helped you.’ I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation.” -2 Corinthians 6:2
Two years ago today, we buried Maud who came way too early. No one should ever have to know what babies that small look like. In my pregnancy with Margaret, I definitely had to avoid all of those sites and images that try to show how big your baby is at each week. I just don’t understand how people look at those for entertainment while pregnant. Babies that small should just be inside growing.
I wish I had more to remember her by... I didn’t take any belly pics. So with Margaret, I took a bunch... because each day I carried her was one more day I was blessed to carry her. I don’t even have the last ultrasound picture because the machine was out of paper. I didn’t know it would be the last one. While pregnant with Maud, I became lactose intolerant (I’m fine again now) and my feet grew so much that I had to buy new running shoes. She also made me crave almonds, hazelnuts, and vienna sausages. I know I will see her again one day, and God had grown me so much through her.
Through losing Maud, I was called to be a volunteer at Hope Mommies, a nonprofit Christian organization that helped me in my journey and helps other Hope moms walking through unimaginable pain of infant loss by pointing them to the hope and love of Christ that will sustain. I was also then called to serve on the vestry at my church, St. Andrews. I am passionate about these opportunities to serve others through sharing Christ’s love that brings me closer to Maud.
Of course, I will always wonder. What if my doctor at the time had taken my concerns and prior history seriously? What if I’d been given progesterone (as I needed most of my pregnancy with Margaret)? What if I had rested more? What would Maud Clement Davis be like, my almost-year-and-a-half year-old, if she’d been born on time? I think she’d have dark beautiful deep eyes, dark ringlets, and pale skin, just like who she was named after, my gorgeous antique doll passed down generations, Maud Katherine (pictured). One day when her sisters are old enough, I look forward to sharing her story with them. ❤️
“For he says, ‘In the time of my favor, I heard you, and in the day of salvation, I helped you.’ I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation.” -2 Corinthians 6:2