At the moment of their deepest, darkest pain, Jewish mothers become Jewish heroines
AS Basya reached for the rice in her cabinet, she could feel the promise of new life within her.
Basya smiled and thanked Hashem. It had not been an easy journey. It had been five years since their youngest was born, and when Basya found out she was expecting, the thought of a new baby in the house was exhilarating.
Yet it was not to be.
Midway through the pregnancy, complications arose. To Basya’s dismay, the doctor could no longer detect a heartbeat. Instead of a bris or a kiddush, Basya buried her so-anticipated baby.
And now, a year after the traumatic loss, Basya was again expecting. With early medical intervention and modified bed rest, Basya was less than a week away from her scheduled delivery.
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