I'm reviving the Happy Ranter for this post, and
possibly a few subsequent ones, because this is where my other sad
stories are. I feel like they belong together, in one spot.
On January 5th, 2014 I had the pleasure
of a positive home pregnancy test. On February 12th, I
had an ultrasound and the joy of seeing our baby and its healthy
heartbeat. On February 28th, I learned that little
heartbeat had stopped and my heart broke.
If you've followed this blog, or have looked
through the archives, you'll know that this isn't my first loss. I'm
familiar with how this process will go. I know that only time is
going to ease the pain. Only acknowledging my grief and letting it
run it's course will get me through to the other side. But right now
I'm in the thick of it and I wanted to write this out. This is part
of how I deal with pain and even if no one reads it, my story will be
here for me. I'll be able to come back to it in a few weeks, months
or years and measure how far I've come. But I'll also be able to
remember, which is also just as important.
My previous losses were very early in my
pregnancies, over almost before they'd even begun. Painful none the
less, because the hope, love and joy of what was wrapped up in that
all came to a crashing end. This time....I don't know that I'm more
sad than I was before, but there is a difference. This time I saw
the heartbeat. This time I felt great, like I did during my
pregnancy with Sadie. We had slowly started to tell people, parents
mostly, because everything was looking so good and because we were so
damn close to the 2nd trimester. And then it all
just....stopped. Suddenly it was just over.
As someone who dealt with infertility for years,
and as someone who has had a baby, I've read a lot of material on the
subjects and so I knew, academically, what to expect from this
miscarriage. To be honest, the physical process over the past few
days has been less physically painful than I thought it would be.
The emotions of it though caught me off guard. I've never had
anything happen to me before that I could call traumatic. I've been
lucky. I am still lucky because there are worse things. My rational
brain knows that.
And yet, my baby this time was no longer an
embryo. My baby had officially reached fetus status. My baby had
substance and weight and was a perfectly formed, though tiny, being.
No one – the ER doctor, my midwife, books I have read – prepared
me for what I went through. I'm not going to describe everything
here in detail. I don't have the strength for that and I don't think
I have the words. What I do want to say is that what I went through
in the wee small hours of Saturday morning, while my family was
sleeping, is something that has changed me. It has marked my heart
and I will never be the same.
Those moments were some of the most terrible I've
ever had but there was also love and sweetness. There was a feeling
of incredible loss but thankfulness for the chance to say goodbye.
I'll never let go of my love for my baby but eventually I will be
able to make some peace with what happened. I just won't be the same
me. I'm okay with that, too. I am not weaker for the experience,
although my strength has left me momentarily.
I haven't been sleeping well. I don't want to go
to bed at night because I don't feel tired but I do because I know my
body needs the rest. I do fall asleep but I dream about babies,
about children and it isn't very restful. I feel like I'm not
getting a break. But do I want a break? Today was my first day
alone in a quiet house since everything happened. At random
intervals, regardless of what I was doing, I broke down and sobbed.
Full, body wracking sobs, blinded by tears, and feeling like I was
going to split in two. A minute or two later and I'd be fine again.
Like it never happened. Then the whole process would repeat itself.
I know this is something that I need, too. I know it but I don't
particularly like it.
What I have found the most difficult to deal with
are the moments when I forget that our baby is gone. Thoughts pop
into my head about what we'll do when the baby is here and in the
next instance I remember. It surprises me every single time. I
never experienced that with my previous losses. I have a terrible
feeling that I'm going to start talking to someone about being
pregnant and realize mid sentence that I no longer am. My brain
needs to catch up with my body and I hope it does soon. It will,
eventually. One small step at a time.
A friend posted this on facebook today, and I thank her for it. Sometimes we all need to know it's okay.
A friend posted this on facebook today, and I thank her for it. Sometimes we all need to know it's okay.
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