Friday, June 9, 2017

The Truth About Miscarriage: Mourning Before We Rejoice

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They tell you not to announce a pregnancy too soon. Who "they" is, I don't know. I just know the ill-explained societal rule that you don't publicly announce until around 12 weeks. But when I got the positive pregnancy test, I couldn't help but tell a handful of close friends... my virtual momma tribe.
Because I couldn't contain my excitement.
Because I wanted those close to me to share in the baby magic.
Because I needed their support.

Two weeks after I found out I was pregnant, the support of my closest friends was what kept me afloat during one of the heaviest times of my life. It's taken me a week to write about it. Partially because nothing I can say can begin to touch the pain, and partially because hitting the publish button makes this all real...permanent.
By the time I gave birth to my son, I had two miscarriages.  They were heartbreaking, but that was back before the days of social media. So I was stranded in my sorrow, unaware that other women were dealing with the same grief I was. Then I had my first baby. And a few years later, another one. And the darkness of that pain was diminished by the light those two little ones brought to my days. But still... I felt unfinished. Like I was meant to be a mother to more....

Fast forward to three weeks ago. I felt different. My little nursling, Sunny, said that her "nummies" tasted different. And even before the positive pregnancy test, I was pretty sure that I was pregnant.  Sure enough, I took a test, and...

And in an instant, I foresaw all that was in store for me. I saw that baby's face, felt that little hand upon my face, and heard that little voice call me "momma" for the first time. I was on cloud nine, ready to welcome the next little one into our family. Then last Thursday, I woke up and discovered I was bleeding.  I knew in an instant what was happening. A trip to the doctor's office for an hcg blood test, a pelvic exam, and an ultrasound told us what we needed to know. 

And then I was sent home for my body to do what it needed to do while I pretended that nothing was wrong around my littlest two kiddos. I had to put on a happy face for my daughter's birthday party. My body hurt, my soul ached, and I was heartbroken. And I felt alone, because only a handful of people actually knew what was going on.

That first morning, when I woke up and realized I was miscarrying, I vague-booked... posted a status asking for prayers. But I wish that I'd had those prayers from the second I found out I was pregnant.  Because so many women feel awkward or silly announcing in those early days of pregnancy. But isn't that precarious, delicate, scary time when expecting mommas need their support system to circle the wagons and send prayers and super sticky baby juju?

Instead, we stifle the joy of having life grow within us because society says we aren't suppose to get excited too soon. And for a small minority of expectant mothers, that means harboring the grief of their loss alone.

Too many of us mourn before we rejoice.
Three of my babies have seen Jesus before they've seen me. This is the comfort I've found... the peace I can hold onto with my empty arms. Because unlike other losses, there won't be a funeral. How do I deal with this loss without a formal way to say goodbye?
A well-meaning friend tried to console me by reminding me I'd only been pregnant a few weeks. No. No. No. No. Something that other loss mommas may relate to is that you can ask any one of us how old our angel babies would be right now, and we can tell you. Mine would be 17 years, 14 years, and I would have a baby due in January 2018. Though their lives maybe brief, we remember their presence... on those milestones, our due dates, on the anniversaries of their expected births.
I'm handling this publicly because there should be no shame. No longer should we have to hide our grief. And perhaps another loss momma will find some comfort in my words.
I'm here if you need me or want to share your story to honor your precious lost little one. Many blessings.

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