Rotten Eggs or Destiny?

Rotten eggs or destiny?

I tried to resign myself to never having my own child to hold.

I had lost so much, too much, over and over the joy and anticipation followed by the loss and self- recrimination.

What did I do wrong?

Why did God take my babies,

all four,

when they were barely formed?

Miscarriage is not a strong enough word.

But why?

The doctor might know what was wrong now, maybe.

One last try.

And then the first time I felt a tiny kick aback the hand I was resting on my melon belly.

I smiled a great big watermelon smile, and I was in love.

-Bonnie Koefelz