Wednesday, 12 September 2007

Day One

Let me introduce myself. I'm twenty-eight, married, mostly happily married and have four children. Three of them don't have names, although I'm sure they were three girls and a boy. Only one of them every made the transition into this world, is my beautiful daughter whom I'll call Grace.

I never thought it would be hard having a family, I was young, we both wanted a large family, I thought it would be easy, everyone else seemed to do it okay, then I had two miscarriages. The months passed slowly, at Christmas I cried all the way through 'Away in a Manager', I watched friends babies be born and remembered my own due date, I cried again. I thought I would never be able to have kids. Finally we had Grace.

Despite all the longing and waiting I wasn't prepared for parenthood. I was prepared for the invasiveness of this small cherished creature, the overwhelming burden of guilt of what you have or haven't done. The hormones surging inside you reducing you to tears one minute while making you giggle uncontrollably the next.

When Grace was one we decided to start trying again. It took me a while to get used to the idea, the emotional intensity of 'trying', 'hoping', 'waiting' took me some time to get my head round. We got pregnant in the first month and started bleeding in the second. By the third I had lost the baby and it was all over.

Except, nothing is ever all over. My friends are all now pregnant, well it seems that way although it's not true. I find it hard listening to 'baby talk', my baby would have been 20 weeks now, I would be proudly showing off my bump and discussing names, except there is no baby and so it needs no name.

We recently put in a bid for a house which failed, I was told 'Oh well, never mind, at least you don't have to move yet'. That to me seems doubly cruel, in my irrational mind it is as though both plans, screwed up and discarded, are somehow justified as positive by friends and family trying to help.

Miscarriage is a lonely business. People assume you have 'got over it', you're coping so well they forget the times and the dates and deal with the realities of their own lives, their own pain and joy. You watch from the sidelines and smile with them as they show you yet another bloody scan photograph or little jumpsuit they've bought. Then you go home and cry and ask God 'Why?' 'Why did it have to happen to me?'

I know I have so much already, I am so blessed with my precious daugher yet I still feel lonely, isolated and full of grief. So, join me on my journey, the road which is narrow and the terrain barren. Follow my tears and my sorrow as I search for the rainbow, as I trust in God for the future that although I don't know what the future holds, that he holds it in his hands.

5 comments:

r_is_moody said...

I just wanted to welcome you to the blogsphere and say I am so sorry for you losses.

mchope said...

I want to extend a welcome, too. I am so sorry for your losses. My husband and I suffer from RPL (recurrent pg loss) and know how tough it is. As the years go by and the unrealized due dates stack up, it is hard not to get lost in the grief and heartache. Throughout all of it, amazingly, the glimmer of hope remains. Take care and stay strong.

Kristen said...

I am so very sorry for your losses. I would be a little over 20 weeks along myself now, but suffered my second miscarriage in July. I'm sorry we have to watch others live out their dreams while we are stuck out in the cold.

I wish you lots of luck and I hope a sticky bean is waiting just around the corner for you.

Manda said...

So sorry for your loss. I'm in that crazy emotional boat with you. Bless you, girl!
If you need a commiserating read my blog address is:
http://insidedog.typepad.com

Debby said...

I am also fairly new to the infertility blogging world and have found it really, really helps. I'm glad you've found this outlet as well. I am so sorry for your struggle and loss and I am so familiar with your range of emotions in this post. Keep your chin up and keep remembering what you wrote in your past paragraph about God being there and having a plan - cause He does! I know that's the only thing that gets me through this ride each and every day.