Showing posts with label Miscarriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscarriage. Show all posts

For my little angels

                                          



On wings of love we'd have laid you down, 
Wrapped moonbeams round your sides, 
We'd dim the light of distant stars 
And sing you lullabies. 
We'd linger round your cradle 
As we'd gaze at you in awe- 
To us you'd  be as angels 
Too perfect for this world. 

You must have dreamt of Heaven 
For you decided not to stay, 
The angels came and took you 
As under my heart you lay. 
Now Jesus gently rocks you 
In His strong and gentle arms, 
We know now, little angels, 
You are safe from any harm… 

Lord, lay them down in a cradle of gold, 
Tuck rainbows round their sides, 
Cover them with Your angels’ wings 
And if they ever cry- 
Tell them Mum and Dad are coming 
Just as soon as they awake- 
Please kiss our little angels, Lord 
And love them in our place.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks


"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 18:10 


Remembering my twins, Sarah Robyn and Ruth Glenys Urbani, born sleeping November 12, 1969

Only God can change your man!



My childhood was not a really good one. My father was an alcoholic and Mum's brother who lived with us was also one. Anger and domestic violence were our lot, especially on weekends.

My mother particularly hated drink and was a tea-totaller herself. I wondered why she married Dad as they were not really well suited. But I think Mum made the fatal mistake of thinking that her love would be stronger than the alcohol and that she would change him after they were married.

Unfortunately, the alcohol was stronger than his love for her, and Mum became a vicious shrew to him and us children.

The more Mum tried to change Dad, the more he rebelled and I can still remember him sitting in his armchair in the lounge room. He would look thoughtfully at the glass of beer he was holding and say loudly, 'I am what I am!' and Mum would taunt him by singing "Nowhere man!" to him. We would then have to flee late at night with Dad throwing beer bottles at us as we frantically ran down the street.

I know God can miraculously deliver people from alcoholism, but unfortunately Dad only gave it up when he had open heart surgery at the tender age of 50. He died six weeks later...

I didn't pick up on the red flags in my own hasty marriage in 1969. At the tender age of 16 I got engaged, became pregnant and married two months later. It was a marriage that nearly didn't take place.

As I said, I should have seen the red flags: the cruelty to animals, the bashing of homosexuals: (before I met him, but he bragged about it), the talking over me, and the strong will that was overbearing. Well, I think I did see those flags, as after a particularly nasty argument, I decided I would break the engagement. 

I was a little hesitant to do that because my period was late.  I broke my parents' hearts when I told them the result was positive and they offered me a view options.
  • They would arrange an abortion: no way would I abort a child. Besides, I was hoping that my child  perhaps would love *this* love-starved child.
  • They would keep the child and raise it as their own: they would have to be kidding- I was already planning the nursery in a home where there would be peace. After all, love would conquer all once we were married...
  • Or they would arrange a hasty marriage... that was the option I took.
But there was no peace, for no sooner had the confetti blown away than the abuse started and when I lost those twin girls six months later, I cried for the babies dying and for the mess I was in.

My marriage lasted 25 long years and I had plenty of time to realise that love does not conquer all. It is far better to stay single than be with the wrong person.

If you can't respect him or condone what he does prior to marriage, don't marry him! People do not usually change just because you marry them or you have a child.

Look carefully before you enter into marriage and never think you will have the power to change your husband after you become his wife. 

We are his wife first, not his mother. Wives accept their husbands as they are, they don't train him.

Don't marry him if you have any doubts and think you can change him after, because only God can change your man! 


© Glenys Robyn Hicks


He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: thou hast delivered me from the violent man. Psalm 18:48

“Little Angels”


On wings of love we laid you down, 
Wrapped moonbeams round your sides, 
We dimmed the light of distant stars 
And sang you lullabies. 

We lingered round your cradle 
As we gazed at you in awe- 
To us you were as angels 
Too perfect for this world. 

You must have dreamt of Heaven 
For you decided not to stay, 
The angels came and took you 
On the clouds on which you lay. 

Now Jesus gently rocks you 
In His strong and gentle arms, 
We know now, little angels, 
You are safe from any harm… 

Lord, lay them down in a cradle of gold, 
Tuck rainbows round their sides, 
Cover them with Your angels’ wings 
And if they ever cry- 

Tell them Mum and Dad are coming 
Just as soon as they awake- 
Please kiss our little angels, Lord 
And love them in our place.


© Glenys Robyn Hicks


"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 18:10 

For Sarah and Ruth born sleeping 12 November 1969

Teardrop babies.



WARNING- POSSIBLE TRIGGER FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LOST A BABY: 

Many years ago, my mother went to the hospital bleeding heavily during her 13th week of pregnancy. It was unclear on her admission if she had in fact lost the baby she had planned. She was laying in the cubicle awaiting results of the examination of her lost tissue to see if she had miscarried or not. It was in the days before ultrasound.

Eventually a nurse came in, winked conspiratorially at Mum and announced that it looked like she had miscarried. Her demeanour was like she was the bearer of good news and that Mum should be grateful that she was no longer pregnant. Mum just turned her face to the wall and cried.

As a young woman, I too had a loss of a much wanted pregnancy. At the time I conceived, I had to have an emergency surgery. I was so ill for so long after the anaesthetic that it dawned on me that it could be morning sickness. It was.

I prayed that I would not lose the baby but it was not to be. A few weeks after my morning sickness disappeared- and I was always morning sick the entire 9 months with my other babies- I started bleeding.

Eventually I lost my baby and Mum had advised me to keep any tissue I lost to show the doctor. I fetched out my lost tissue and found a little embryo, all curled up and just forming its eyes. I was devastated. 

I showed the little one to my then husband, who sniffed and said what a  silly looking little thing it was! Something inside me died and I went outside and wept for the baby who would join its stillborn twin sisters, Sarah and Ruth in God's nursery. I named it Leslie because that name would do for either gender.

Wiping my eyes, I thought about how precious these lives were and how sad most women feel when they never see the light. By far there are more women who grieve over the loss of a baby than who feel relieved or rejoice. I decided that I would call lost babies Teardrop Babies. For many would shed a tear over their loss.

No Teardrop Baby is lost to God and is known to Him and that brings me some comfort. All mothers of those babes will see them again if they know the Giver of Life. I believe that goes for aborted children as well. Many a woman who aborted a baby will suffer great anguish over that choice and if she repents, God will forgive her and show her His great mercy and grace.

No matter what people tell us about our lost Teardrop Baby being just a bunch of cells or tissue, we know that they were our potential son or daughter and we will grieve for them with many tears. Another reason I call lost babes Teardrop Babies.



© Glenys Robyn Hicks


Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them. Psalm 139:16

Mummy remembers you



On wings of love we'd have laid you down, 
Wrapped moonbeams round your sides, 
We'd dim the light of distant stars 
And sing you lullabies. 
We'd linger round your cradle 
As we'd gaze at you in awe- 
To us you'd  be as angels 
Too perfect for this world. 

You must have dreamt of Heaven 
For you decided not to stay, 
The angels came and took you 
As under my heart you lay. 
Now Jesus gently rocks you 
In His strong and gentle arms, 
We know now, little angels, 
You are safe from any harm… 

Lord, lay them down in a cradle of gold, 
Tuck rainbows round their sides, 
Cover them with Your angels’ wings 
And if they ever cry- 
Tell them Mum and Dad are coming 
Just as soon as they awake- 
Please kiss our little angels, Lord 
And love them in our place.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks


"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 18:10 


Remembering my twins, Sarah Robyn and Ruth Glenys Urbani, born sleeping November 12, 1969

"Little Angels"


On wings of love we laid you down, 
Wrapped moonbeams round your sides, 
We dimmed the light of distant stars 
And sang you lullabies. 
We lingered round your cradle 
As we gazed at you in awe- 
To us you were as angels 
Too perfect for this world. 
You must have dreamt of Heaven 
For you decided not to stay, 
The angels came and took you 
On the clouds on which you lay. 
Now Jesus gently rocks you 
In His strong and gentle arms, 
We know now, little angels, 
You are safe from any harm… 
Lord, lay them down in a cradle of gold, 
Tuck rainbows round their sides, 
Cover them with Your angels’ wings 
And if they ever cry- 
Tell them Mum and Dad are coming 
Just as soon as they awake- 
Please kiss our little angels, Lord 
And love them in our place.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 18:10 

For my twin babies, Sarah and Ruth Urbani, born sleeping November 12, 1969