When my husband and I had been married for about three years, I became pregnant. Even though we were open to having children, I felt overwhelmed by fear and panic when I discovered I was expecting. I had so many reservations and doubts about my ability to be a good mother.
That first night after learning I was pregnant, I tossed and turned. The next day I found a bit of solace speaking with a neighbor (also a Christian Scientist) who had successfully raised three children. She quieted my thought and helped move it in a more godly direction.
Over the next five or six weeks, my husband and I continued to pray for a sense of peace about becoming parents. And then while visiting my mother in another city, I miscarried the pregnancy. During the miscarriage I was in such excruciating pain I thought I might lose consciousness. I asked my mother to call a Christian Science practitioner to pray for me, as I was not able to get to the phone. Over the next hour or so I asked her to call the practitioner back three times because I was getting no relief.
