This is the first day back to church since it all happened. Interestingly enough, most people there didn’t know that we were pregnant yet, therefore they didn’t know what we had just gone through. Truthfully I don’t remember much from the service. Apparently Raun’s grandma had talked to Pastor Anita letting her know what had happened. She came up to us telling us she was sorry for what had happened and she wanted to chat with us about it. The odd thing was, she never did. She never asked any more questions, didn’t say anything else, never chatted with us. I am not sure how I feel about that. From what I have heard Pastors, as well as other clergy, have a tendency to take on the God perspective saying it would be better this way, this the way God wanted it, those kind of things. I am not sure that would have been overly helpful. Yet at the same time, it is a little frustrating that she never touched based after saying that she would.
After church we headed home, to a once again empty house. Barb had left a little package that had a book about infant loss, necklace with a lily and tear drops, as well as a beautiful card. Raun and I sat down to order a special necklace. It has tiny hand stamped footprints on the front side of a heart pendent, Samantha’s initials stamped on the back, and two birthstones-January for when she was born & July for when our original due date was set. It looks absolutely beautiful online and I can’t wait until it comes in the mail.
The rest of the day went through as a bit of a blur and in the evening I prepared to go back to work tomorrow. Not sure if I can ever be fully ready.