I have kept pretty quiet about the details of the medical emergency that took me off the airplane to China in a wheelchair and landed me in the Chicago emergency room, leaving Paul scrambling for a travel visa to take my place.
What I experienced is called a large subchorionic hematoma (a blood clot), and it ruptured behind my baby's placenta.
I was actually 12 weeks pregnant when we got on that flight to claim Haven and Aaron. As the plane began to taxi towards takeoff and eventually on to Beijing, it became clear that something was very, very wrong.
Labor pains hit hard and fast, and I began to bleed. Heavily.
I was evacuated from the plane. Lilly, Becky, and I prayed through tears and shock as I was wheeled away from the tarmac while the flight took off without us. I found myself in the ER, where a triage nurse tried to bring me back into reality while checking us in:
"You are having a miscarriage, and this will be over soon."
Then I heard her call in my diagnosis over an intercom - quietly citing the medical term "incomplete abortion" - and I wept. Doubled over in pain, I felt all of my plans literally slipping from my body.
But His plans are better...
Pictures by Amy Allen Photography in North Carolina.
Amy graciously blessed our family by donating her time and these pictures
as a part of the Red Thread Sessions project.