Babies and Prayers, conclusion

Some may wonder why I've chosen to share something so personal and seemingly private.  The answer is twofold.  First, we live in a small town and despite any effort on our part, our private lives don't really remain private.  Word spreads.  And secondly, I'm kind of glad it did.  There are women who've experienced similar brokenness, from miscarriage or other events.  And they've been able to speak with my husband or myself, knowing that we know what it's like.  That is the point.  We are called to weep with those who weep (Romans 12:15).  I believe the things we experience in life often are used by God to equip us to be ready to walk alongside those who need us. 
The other thing I learned is to let the body of Christ be the body.  We live in such a society of independence, often saying that we can go it alone.  But we weren't meant to go it alone.  I took people up on their offers of dinner or just company whenever offered.   We were cared for by the Body.  I'm sure I could've scrounged up food for our family or gone out to eat, but allowing people to care for us, to share their stories with us was far better.  To have a friend bring us brownies the night we couldn't find our baby's heartbeat was a precious gift.  To have friends bring a silly movie over to watch with me was a blessing I didn't know I needed.  I've since made an effort to take folks up on their offers of help.  If someone feels called to serve, I shouldn't refuse.  To wash one another's feet is a lovely gift.
I feel as though I could write a thousand pages on this topic.  The things I've learned, the way it hurt, the road of healing and restoration....If our story can be of any benefit to anyone else, please pass this along. 
I remember emailing a friend when we lost our baby.  I told her I felt like an infant in the faith because I was needing to re-learn everything.  Her response made all the sense in the world:  I was an infant in faith.  I had lived a life knowing these things happen in the world.  But now it had happened TO ME.  And that changes everything.  But thankfully we have a God who walks with us into the fire AND BACK OUT.  He works His healing in us so that we don't even wreak of smoke (Daniel 3:27).
Our first child was miraculous, our second child (born unto us) was redeeming, and our soon-to-be third child marks the end of the struggle with infertility and grief.  I know that sounds ridiculous.  We weren't barren the moment we conceived our eldest.  But it has taken this long and this many children to realize that that isn't a burden we need to bear or fear any longer.  Thanks be to God.