Last fall, I was taking a writing class and was asked to write an essay about a picture. We were supposed to look at that picture and tell a story about it. Whether it was about that specific day or a memory tied to that picture. I chose the ultrasound picture of our first baby.
I'm going to share that essay today as it describes a little of what Josh and I went through a year ago.
You don't ever think it will happen to you because no one ever suspects anything bad will happen to them or at least they hope it doesn't. How could this happen to us? We had just been in to see the heartbeat for the first time just two days before. We had already started making plans. We had already started buying clothes and picking out names. We had hopes and dreams and suddenly, that was all taken away.
Only two days after we had our first, and only, ultrasound, I started experiencing the early symptoms of a miscarriage. I immediately knew something was wrong and that the outcome wouldn’t be good. I was hysterical and inconsolable. However, my midwife, mother and husband all tried to reassure me that it could be something else and that I should rest and that everything would turn out okay.
My husband and I were actually camping at the coast with our good friends when it all started. Looking back on it now, I realize I should have gone home right away, but in that moment for some reason I was much more concerned about “ruining anyone's good time” and I made the decision to stay the night.
The next couple of days, after we had come home, were full of uncertainty as I continued to have some of the symptoms of a miscarriage but still had no real idea of what was happening. A few of my friends had experienced the same thing I was going through and had gone on to carry their pregnancies to term and have very healthy babies. My midwife didn't think I needed to come in and they told me to only go to the emergency room if the symptoms got significantly worse in a short amount of time. So there was no real way for us to know what was happening and that left us feeling very scared but we held onto hope.
However, by the night of August thirteenth, what little hope we had was gone. It was the absolute worst night of my entire life. I had been on bed rest all day and had been feeling much better, but at about 11:30 that night my symptoms got worse within a matter of minutes and my husband made the decision to rush me to the hospital.
I don't remember much of the drive because I was in so much pain, but from what I do remember, I have never, in all of our years together, seen him drive so fast. We live in Veneta, Oregon which is usually about a thirty minute drive into town where the closest hospital is but it took us only ten minutes to get there. He passed three cars in a non passing lane, ran three stoplights and was driving 90 miles per hour in a 55 mile per hour speed zone. The drive to me though, felt like eternity. At that point, we both knew.
The emergency room was a blur of nurses, needles, IV's, ultrasounds, crying, and the worst news I have ever heard in my life. The confirmation that we had in fact, lost our baby.
It was over just like that. The future we thought we were going to have, gone. All of the years we'll never get, the cry or laugh I'll never get to hear, the sweet, soft cheeks I'll never get to kiss. All the things I thought were guaranteed when I found out I was pregnant, vanished. The perfect little bundle that we thought we were going to get to meet and take home in March was gone in an instant.
I left the hospital that night completely empty. My arms were empty, my body was empty, and my heart was empty. I don't know if that emptiness in my heart will ever completely feel full again. There will always be a part of me, a part of my heart and soul, that left this world with my baby.
The weeks that followed this night were very difficult. Learning to cope with the pain, sadness and emptiness was overwhelming and still is. My husband and I have had to lean on each other and get each other through this. It's the worst experience that we have ever been through together. Learning to deal with people trying to be there for us and putting up with their ignorance, even though they mean well, has been a task all in itself.
I think one of the worst things about losing our baby, is that fact that no one gets it, and even then, no one knows how to respond. I feel that in our society, miscarriage is so taboo and nobody talks about it. Therefore, no one knows what to say when it happens to someone they know.
Before I had experienced this nightmare myself, I really didn't know what it meant to lose a child or how to handle the situation when it happened to someone else. I now feel bad for any time that I may have said the wrong thing or just didn't know how to react at all to someone who went through this.
I've noticed that most people brush it off and don't think it's a big deal, because “You weren't that far along...” or “It just wasn't meant to be...” or even worse, “At least it happened now because it probably would've been born with something wrong with it...” Then there's my absolute favorite and one that I have heard so many times that I lost count, “It's so common...” The thing is, cancer is common, dying of old age is common, Alzheimers is common, but telling someone who's been diagnosed with any of those things or has just lost someone due to any of those does not make them feel any better. So why would you tell a mother who just lost their unborn child that?
I already knew how “common” it was going into the pregnancy, but I hoped and prayed that I wasn't part of that 30%. Unfortunately, no matter how many times you read the statistics and learn what not to do, and then do everything you can to ensure the health and well being of your baby, something can still go wrong. We never thought it could happen to us. Most parents never suspect a bad thing will happen to them or to their child. But somehow, for some reason it does.
The only thing that has gotten me through this experience, is that everything happens for a reason. Somewhere out there, there is a reason and hopefully someday we will realize all the reasons why this happened to us. This is what I continue to tell people who talk to me about my miscarriage. Yes, it is common. It doesn't matter how far along I was, I still lost my baby along with any future I thought I had with it. My baby was meant to be, for just as long as it was here, because every life has a purpose and my baby had a reason for being here and impacting our lives. There is a reason that I lost my baby, and though I may be realizing those reasons for the rest of my life, I will always hold on to the fact that I learned something from my baby and the experience I went through. If for no other reason, then to know how to better be there and be a comfort to someone when they go through this unfathomable experience themselves.
I fully comprehend that if we hadn't lost our first, and even our second pregnancy that we wouldn't be where we are today. 28 weeks and 1 day pregnant with our little miracle baby boy. I thank God for him every day and feel so unbelievably grateful for him, and that he is healthy and growing so big safe and sound inside of me. But it breaks my heart that I feel like my body failed my other two babies. I wasn't able to keep them safe.
As I feel my son move and kick inside me as I'm writing this though, I am reminded that if we hadn't lost our other two angels, for whatever reason, we wouldn't have him. We also wouldn't fully understand what an incredible gift he is. If there was any good to come out of what Josh and I went through in the past year, it's how much closer we became and how much stronger we are together, but also, to not take something as truly amazing as the gift of life for granted.
For some people, it's very easy to get pregnant, stay pregnant and have perfectly normal pregnancies that result in perfect babies. For others, it's a struggle... and I'm not saying that those who it comes easier to don't understand what a miracle their children are, but I know, because of what happened to us, that I will always cherish my children's lives and will always be in awe of the miracle they are.
I am blessed. I am blessed to have a loving, supportive husband by my side every step of the way. I don't know how we would've gotten through all of this without one another. I am blessed to have a healthy son on the way. I was also blessed with two angels who taught me one of the greatest lessons I will ever learn. I will forever be grateful to all of my babies for everything they have taught me.
To our first little angel: Thank you for everything you taught us even though you were only with us a short time. We will never forget you and never stop loving you.














