Our Rainbow Journey

This past week, on Thursday, the 22nd of August was National Rainbow Baby Day. For those who don’t know what a rainbow baby is, it is a child born after a miscarriage and/or miscarriages. It is a bittersweet day for those who have lost a baby, as we remember the child we lost, while being thankful for the one that came after the loss.

If you want to catch up or if you haven’t read my posts about our miscarriage or finding out we were pregnant again, you can read them here and here.

Finding out we were expecting our rainbow baby was both exciting and tough/scary. I was scared we were going to lose this one too, but the more I prayed and as the pregnancy progressed, the more peace I came to rest in. This pregnancy, though hard mentally and physically on me, was a blessing in disguise and was in His perfect timing!

From the start of our pregnancy, we could tell it was all orchestrated by God. From finding out our due date was Dec. 25th (the day before our miscarriage was finalized), to finding out we were pregnant shortly after we lost my mom, to our pastor finding a quilt that our mom had made years ago tucked away in a small nook of his office that should have gone to someone else, etc.

On this note, I just have to brag on God for a second. I had been having a really hard time with my mom being gone.. Well that morning at church the most unimaginable thing happened. It could have only been God orchestrated. The week prior, our pastor was searching for a Bible for the person who was getting baptised that morning and came across something very unexpected. Well MANY years ago, a lady got some other ladies together to make some quilts. My mom was one of those ladies who made a quilt. Fast forward some years, we built and moved into a new church building, thus causing the quilt to be misplaced. Well our pastor found the last one that remained and knew what it was for and where it came from. He then opened the card that had a picture of all the ladies with the quilt they made in it and he imediately got goosebumps. The last remaining quilt of the 8 made was the one my mom made. God was preserving it for us, (minus the small stain. Lol) keeping it safe until He saw fit was the right time to unveil it. Our pastor brought myself and my hubby up to the front at the end of the service and presented us with the quilt. It brought me to tears. If you don’t know God, or believe in Him, this should show you that He does exist and that He takes care of His children, even through the rough times. ❤

Not long after the quilt found us, I asked my sister if she could take a few photos for me. We had decided to find out the gender this go around (we didn’t with our first baby) because I was so convinced it was going to be a girl, that if it wasn’t, I was afraid of what could happen to me mentally if the baby wasn’t a girl. With battling depression from losing my mom, I was worried that finding out at the end would spiral me further down and I didn’t want that. So we figured it was better to find out while my hormones were somewhat stable, than find out when they were all out of whack after baby arrived. Well anyway, baby ended up being another boy, so it was probably best that we did things the way we did this time. Here are a few pictures she took for me.

Fast forward a few months, (Sunday, December 16th to be exact) we were in youth. (My husband teaches our church youth group) I started having this really bad rib pain. I remember I had Elijah sitting on my lap, and I was sitting in a metal chair. So I had just chalked it up to being uncomfortable and baby was pushing up against my ribs tring to get away from big brother. But later on our way home, I knew something was different. I started having sporadic pains. Under further observation, and my contraction counter app, it wasn’t quite sporadic after all. They were actually quite regular. All throughout these pains, I was texting my midwife letting her know of my suspicion, so she could be ready to leave if it was really the real thing. (Especially with her being a couple hours away and my history with a fast labor with my first born) Finally we had determinded that I was indeed in labor, and she was soon on her way. We packed up and was soon on our way to my dad’s house, where we had had Elijah, which was about a 20 minute drive for us. Everything was progressing as it should, and my water had broke shortly before my midwife had arrived. Everything seemed easier this time around. The pains were bearable (I have a pretty high pain tolerance) and finally it came to me wanting to get in the tub. I asked my midwife and she said I could if I wanted to, and that I knew my body best. So I jumped in as the urge to push was getting greater. And soon after I jumped in, we welcomed our baby boy into the world.

Things weren’t a bed of roses at first though. The cord was wrapped tightly around his little neck, and he wasn’t breathing on his own. I remember talking to him, asking God for everything to turn out okay. I look up and my husband is in tears. We were both scared, but the reality of things didn’t hit me til after we were able to get him breathing. Somehow I had this peace that things were going to be okay, he was going to be okay. Our midwife gave him oxygen along with doing some other things while I was holding him, as we talked to him. She told us later that she was about 30 seconds away from calling an ambulace. I think that’s really when the reality of it all hit me.

I love being able to have the opportunity to stay home with these two boys and be their mommy. I am definitely blessed beyond measure. About a week or two after having Everett, I got really curious and got to digging. I was wondering what day my miscarriage had started happening. What day did the spotting start? Well come to find out, (this is another God thing, are you ready for this?) I calculated it to be December 17th, 2017. 1 year to the day prior to Everett being born! 😳 How crazy is that? God’s timing is ALWAYS perfect! ❤

And now he is a happy, healthy 8 month old! Hard to believe he will be a year old in less than 4 months!! 😬

Thankyou for reading my blog post! I’d love to hear your rainbow journey! How did you feel after finding out you were pregnant again after a miscarriage? Let me know in the comments! ❤ 🌈

Author: Meghan Bryant

Hi all! I am 26 years old, live in the Lake of the Ozarks area in Missouri! I am married to my wonderful husband for 5 years, and together we have an adorable 3 year old son and an 8 month old son! I have been writing for as long as I can remember. My grandma was one of my biggest supporters until she passed away in 2010. I have been writing a book for 10+ years, and am looking to finish it this year! I have written many poems, and some short stories along the way as well. My husband and I are the youth leaders at our church, his day job is a mechanic, and I quit my full time job 2 years ago at a local farm and home store a month shy of being there 6 years, to stay home with our son and be a stay at home mom! Writing is a big part of my life and that played a part in starting this blog!

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