The Room.

We went back to the doctor's office today for another try at the 3D ultrasound.  Henry hadn't cooperated very well two days ago.  As we walked down the hallway I realized that we were being led to the same room where we had been told Nathan was gone.  I stopped in the hallway and told my husband I wasn't sure I could go in there.  Then I took a deep breath and entered the room.  As soon as I sat down on the table I started to cry.  I could remember sitting there when the technician told us she had to go get the doctor.  I remembered sitting there while my doctor explained to us that Nathan's heart had stopped beating.  I remembered being half-carried out of the room by my husband and my doctor.  I guess God thought I was ready for all of that emotion.  It's one more step in the healing process and it hurts.  But, each new thing I think might break me only seems to show me how strong I am.  It is true that with God's strength I can do anything.  Even return to the room where I was told the worst news of my life.