Part 2:
His hand was so evident throughout the pregnancy. On the day that would have been the due date for one of the babies, I had an ultrasound and learned our baby was a girl. A day that would have been a reminder of loss, was instead a day of joy and anticipation. Then, she was born 8 days before the anniversary of the miscarriage. In my husband's culture, the 8th day is a special day to celebrate the birth of the child. So, again, a day that might have brought sadness was a day of joy instead!
Another thing that has comforted my soul concerning the miscarriages was knowing our Heavenly Father understood my love for the babies in my womb. Only He can preserve life, I did not have that power or responsibility. The children are His. I watched a video testimony of a lady who aborted, maybe 2 babies and tried to abort her third. She tried 3 or 4 times, but even though they tried to scrape the baby from her womb, they were unsuccessful! She then decided to let the baby live. Continued