I love
holidays where we get together with family.
They’re such good support even when you don’t really know you need
support. Thanksgiving was not a day
where I was expecting to need support, but it turned out I needed it a lot more
than I thought I would.
I had woken
up the day before Thanksgiving thinking to myself how strong I had been
lately. I hadn’t cried over our baby in
quite a while. That doesn’t mean that I
didn’t think about him, but that I had almost healed from the experience and
was looking toward the future. But everything
came crashing down on me on Thanksgiving.
Maybe it’s
because I was looking forward to the future of trying again. Maybe it was seeing everyone being thankful
for their kids. Maybe it was seeing my
pregnant sister-in-law. Maybe it was
just spending Thanksgiving without our baby.
But I ended up having a bit of a melt-down. I felt the tears coming, so in order to not
embarrass myself in front of our entire family, my husband and I took a
walk. I had to let it all out. We took about 10 minutes for me to gather
myself and put everything back in a box.
But I think that’s all I did.
Just put it in a box so I could get through the day with our family.
I had
several aunts come up to me later that day.
We haven’t seen the family since the miscarriage, so we haven’t really
talked to anyone. It was really nice to
hear that they were thinking about us and praying for us. And they said some really nice things about
our future and how hard this is. It
really meant a lot. It had been so long
since it happened that not many people talk to us about it anymore. And I know life has to move on, but it’s
going to take me a lot longer to move on than the rest of the world. So it was really helpful to have such loving
people wrap their arms around me as I teared up again. I didn’t feel as silly holding back tears
anymore. But I had already put most of my
feelings back in that little box a few hours earlier.
It didn’t
really hit me again until Saturday and Sunday.
I had things to keep me busy throughout the weekend like shopping and
putting up all my Christmas decorations.
I did some pinteresting on Saturday and found some really sweet
quotes. One that most comes to mind is
about pennies from Heaven. It states
“I found a
penny today / just laying on the ground / But it’s not just a penny / this
little coin I’ve found / “Found” pennies come from Heaven / that’s what my
Grandpa told me / He said angels toss them down / oh how I loved that story /
He said when an angel misses you / they toss a penny down / Sometimes just to
cheer you up / Make a smile out of your frown / So don’t pass by that penny /
when you’re feeling blue / It may be a penny from Heaven / that an angel tossed
to you”
Remember
this one for later.
Sunday is
where it really hit me though. I woke up
in kind of a funk, and was in a bad mood almost all day. I was either angry or depressed. While I was in Walmart, I was thinking about
our baby who should have been there for Thanksgiving with me. We should have been talking about the next 3
months and what it holds. But we don’t
get to. And so many women terminate their pregnancies willingly or hurt the babies they are blessed with. But as I was walking out of
Walmart in my funk, I saw a penny on the ground. And I instantly remembered the poem I saw on
pinterest, and it made me think that our baby sent that penny to me to make me
smile and know that he is okay.
I obviously
picked up the penny and squeezed it tight and thanked Baby Ray for sending that
penny to me. It pulled me out of my
funk. But then I was just sad the rest
of the day. Missing our baby. Wishing we had gotten more time with
him. And at the same time, I realized
that I think some of it is from fear. Of
us thinking about trying again. As
exciting as it is to think about being pregnant again, I’m really scared of the
same heartache all over again. I don’t
want the next baby to feel any less loved because of my fear, but I’m scared. I’m scared of walking in to that doctor’s
office again. I’m scared that we’ll lose the next baby too. I’m scared that when we do get pregnant again,
that everyone, including me, will stop thinking about Baby Ray #1.
So
physically I’m doing great. My period
came back 4.5 weeks after the surgery.
Everything seems fine. My body
finally went all back to normal. But emotionally
I had a relapse this weekend. Actually,
now that I’ve typed it out, I don’t think it’s as much a relapse as just new
fears. I had overcome the other fears
and guilt. But now that we are in
another chapter of our lives, new fears seem to have come to light. About forgetting our baby again (but for a different
reason) and the fear of this happening again.
With a little bit of loss remembrance sadness thrown in for good measure
just to bring on the tears.
I’ve been
told by those who have had miscarriages that you’ll have good days and
bad. That sometimes you’ll find yourself
crying for no reason. The littlest thing can bring on a bad day. I think a lot of things surrounding
Thanksgiving brought on my bad day, but it ended up being a bad weekend. But writing this blog has actually helped me
figure out some of my feelings. This
blog has been very therapeutic to me – it was my way of initially dealing with
my grief as well. I’m not sure how many
people actually read this blog, but to those who do, I’m grateful. And I hope my story touches just one other
person who is feeling the same way.
I believe
that our baby watches out for us though.
I believe he wants happiness for us and that he is in good hands in
Heaven. I believe that we will meet him
when we get to Heaven ourselves. In the meantime, he will send us pennies when
we’re sad, to remind us that he’s okay and that we’ll be okay. And that gives me hope. Now I just need to focus on that hope to
overcome my new fears.
