This Week's Miracle and A Reason I Miscarried

Last Saturday, I got a call from my niece who miscarried in December. It seemed she was miscarrying again and she was devastated. I finished the grocery shopping that I was in the middle of, took my husband and kids home, and went back into town to Panera Bread to talk to her. She and her husband were sitting in a corner huddled together. I stayed with them for about 2 hours and listened while she talked, while she questioned why her again, and while she wept, sometimes sobbing into her husband's shoulder. I felt so helpless as to what to do to help her. I know from experience that grief is something between you, your spouse, and God, but mostly something you go through yourself. At least I found it to be that way. She asked me why this was happening to her a second time. I told her that God chooses some people to go through the grief of miscarriage so that they can help others in the same situation (see 2 Corinthians 1). Not a fun calling in life, but a necessary one. I don't know why He chooses some, while others can be pregnant 9 times and never have one (I know a woman who never miscarried after 9 pregnancies), but I do know He has a reason, even if we don't see it. After leaving, I prayed, "God, if it's possible, let this be a false alarm." I don't know why I prayed that, but I did. I have been praying for her and hurting for her all week. Yesterday, she called me to tell me that she went to the doctor on Monday and she did NOT miscarry! The bleeding and cramping she was having was probably due to implantation. The doctor told her that when the placenta implants, sometimes blood vessels can rupture to cause the cramping and the bleeding. They did an ultrasound, didn't see a baby, but wouldn't likely see one because it is still so small. They also did blood work, which all turned out normal. Praise God! I was amazed. Now, I worry that she may actually miscarry and have to endure that pain again. I hope and pray not.
All week, I have contemplated reasons why I miscarried and went on NOT to have any more children. I think the main reason is because if I had had another baby, I really don't think the sensitivity would be there. The pain wouldn't have lasted so long and wouldn't have been branded on my heart like it is. I have searched for a reason for almost 3 years and I think that's it.
Three years ago, I was enjoying the 4th day of knowing I had another life living inside me. I think I've blogged about the whole thing already, but my baby's life anniversary is worth noting.
On a different subject--we had a baby shower for my preemie great (grand?) niece today. She wasn't there, but her Mom was. She looks great and Eden is doing great. I'm so thankful. She got her oxygen taken out yesterday and is breathing well on her own. She is also up to 4 lbs. 3 oz. She had plateaued (spelling?) in her weight for about 2 weeks, but she's starting to gain again. Yay!
Our baby weasel (ferret) is doing fine, too. She is kind of ornery, though. She likes to bite and growl if she doesn't like what you're doing. We scruff her and thump her nose when she does it, but the learning is slow. When she's sleeping, she is so sweet. She curls herself up like a cinnamon roll and I can hold her in the palm of my hand.
Talk to you later.
Thankful for every miracle,
Paula