2 months ago today our world was falling apart. We were happy, pregnant parents of a healthy baby that was 10 weeks old. To some of you I know that doesn’t sound like much but to all you mothers out there you know each week and especially each day after that first photos of your baby you feel that you know them. You love them more than you ever knew possible. And then the symptoms start, your doctor reassures you everything is fine but to come on in and as you get there your nightmare begins.
I will never forget that day. Fighting back tears as I drove to his office. Anthony was meeting me there and I was praying each second of that trip. Begging God to let us have a healthy baby. Knowing He is in control but also knowing we want a healthy baby. And as we sat in the waiting room which seemed like an eternity we finally went back with the doctor and our story for this little one came to a crashing halt when we were told there was no longer a heart beat. I tried the best I could to lay still so they could get a photo of our baby. I knew it would be our last so I wanted to be still so he could get a good one but the tears wouldn’t stop and my body was shaking. The tears still ring true even as I type this. Our doctor cried with us knowing at our first appointment he had just seen a healthy baby and this didn’t make sense. Lots of women have a little cramping and light bleeding with healthy babies but that was not our story.
We gathered our things and headed home. I could barely see the road as I called and told my Mom. I just told her our sweet baby had just gone home to be with the Jesus. And all I can remember is her crying and just saying over and over I’m so sorry. Anthony’s parents came up that night and my family the day after. I don’t know that I have ever cried as hard as I did that entire day. We loved our baby and were making plans and dreaming that January couldn’t get here soon enough so we could meet our little one. I know we will see our baby again one day. And that is the only thing that makes it easier. There are times at night Anthony will find me crying myself to sleep because when the stillness of the night draws near and my thoughts start to race as my head hits the pillow, many nights, I just ask Jesus to say hi to our little one and hold our baby tight for us. And I know He does. I can picture it.
One day we’ll be brave enough to try again. But until then I am just trying to get my body healthy and help heal my heart at little. As well as eating lots of sandwiches, sushi and drinking dr. pepper… things I wouldn’t let myself do while I was pregnant. Only God knows the rest of our journey. I’m trying to fight off worry and just take it one day at a time. He knows the outcome and I know I can’t control it. High hopes for another baby one day. To all you Mom’s out there, be thankful for the kiddos you’ve got. I’m sure they drive you crazy at times but don’t forget they are walking miracles. And to all of you Moms who’ve never had a change to meet your baby, you are still a Mom and one day I know we’ll get to hold our precious babies again! Hang in there.