Monday, October 30, 2017

Yesterday I was pregnant and today I'm not

Miscarriage.  Did you know that as many as 50% of pregnancies end in miscarriage?  A lot of them happen before a woman even knows she's pregnant.  But still.  A miscarriage is not something you assume will happen to you.  And then it does.  And then what?  

I went to my first sonogram when I should have been 9 weeks.  I was irritated because in the past I've pushed my first sonogram to 14 weeks because then they usually tell me the gender.  But my new doctor wanted a sonogram before 12 weeks.  When we got into the sono room, the first weird thing happened.  The tech couldn't see the baby from my belly so I had to get one of those super fun vaginal ultrasounds.  An image popped up on the screen that indicated the baby was actually only 5 weeks and 6 days.  Could my dates seriously be that off?  I am an avid cycle tracker but I wouldn't put it past my mom brain to track on the wrong date.  So we decided I should come back in a week for a follow up sonogram.  If you've ever had a baby, you know the last week of pregnancy is actually 37 days long.  Well the week between these sonograms was even longer than that.  My anxiety was through the roof.  When we finally got to have this followup sonogram, it was painfully obvious that there was no longer a baby forming.  And then she turned on the microphone and all we heard was silence.  There was no heartbeat.  I'm wondering if I even had a heartbeat in that moment?  If you know me, you know I appear to be made of stone.  Clearly my body knew this baby was not going to develop so it did what my body was supposed to do.  And now we don't have to wonder where we're going to fit a fourth child in our tiny house. And now I won't be 9 months pregnant at my husband's graduation.  

But now I don't get to have a baby in May.

  I already have 3 beautiful, perfect children.  I am so blessed.  Other women have it so much harder than me when it comes to fertility.  But any miscarriage is a lost child and every miscarriage is hard.  I had a d and c really early this morning and physically, my body feels amazing.  Those early pregnancy symptoms are gone which means I'm not tired all the time and I don't have a nose like a hound dog.  
But I'm interested in seeing how my mind and heart heals.  
We were prepared for this.  Like I mentioned above, I am an avid cycle tracker.  When the dates were going to be 3 weeks off...I knew.  There was no way.  But my husband knew immediately that something was wrong.  The day I told him our exciting news, he told me he felt weird.  Did he know what felt weird?  Of course not.  But now we know we were being prepared for this trial.  Isn't it interesting how that works?  I was mad at him for telling me he felt "weird" about this baby, but it did put the thought in my head that maybe everything wasn't perfect.  And then it wasn't, but I was prepared and I'm so grateful for that.  

We prayed for this baby and we prayed over this baby.  Others prayed for me and my body and for this baby.  This miscarriage is part of my life plan.  So I'm going to dust myself off and learn from it.  It's made me want to be a better mother and be more in tune with the spirit.  I gave myself today to mourn.  And I know tomorrow I'll still be sad.  But my three babies that are here now need me and so do my future babies who are waiting for me to be ready for them.