I know I haven't written in a long time. Life just caught up with me and
blogging was far from my mind. But I truly enjoy it and in a time like
this I need to do something that I enjoy. Life has been rough the past
week and a half. It's crazy to think that so much tragedy and pain can
happen in such a short time.
Lets go back to the
beginning. On Sunday, April 28th after three pregnancy tests, (I wanted
to be really sure) T and I were ecstatic to discover that we were
expecting our first child. We had waited for this day for so long and
were so happy to see our dreams coming true. When we first got married
we decided that we'd wait a year before we started trying. Well, life
happens. We decided we weren't completely ready.....we wanted to pay off
some debt first.....we decided to sell our first home and move. Things
happened and here we are, almost married 3 years and we'd finally
decided we were ready! We were so excited to share the news with our
family and close friends. We were so ready for this!
And
then, on Mother's Day things started to fall apart. We went to the
emergency room only to be told that things looked okay and to just
follow-up with my doctor. On Tuesday
I had an appointment with my OB/GYN and they couldn't really figure out
what was going on. They weren't sure if I was having a miscarriage or
if I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was sent home to await blood results
and based on their levels would possibly have to return that evening for
surgery. I ended up not having to have surgery that day, but it was
concluded the next day that I was most likely having a miscarriage.
Last
Friday I had a D&C. It was the first time I've ever been a patient
in the hospital and it was the first time I'd ever experienced major
anesthesia. I was very nervous to be having surgery, not to mention that
it was all taking place after a tragic loss. The surgery was quick and
we were back home sooner than I'd anticipated.
The
support we've received from family and friends has been tremendous.
From calls, texts, cards, gifts and a homemade meal, everything has
meant so much.
I think I'm dealing with
everything as best as I can. We are trying to get life back to a sense
of normalcy. T is truly my rock and has been taking such wonderful care
of me.
Along with trying to heal physically
I'm really struggling with figuring out why this happened. This baby was
wanted so badly and we were ready. I consider myself a pretty healthy
person and yet my body rejected this pregnancy. Everyone says that it's
nothing you did, but it's hard to comprehend that when it was my body
that did it. I start questioning everything I could have done that
caused it. Did I eat something that was bad? Was my workout too intense,
even though everything I'd read said it was okay as long as I felt
comfortable? The list could go on and on.....but I know that I can't
beat myself up about it.
T and I are trying to
stay positive and focused on the future....but I think that's the thing
that scares me the most. I'm so worried that when I get pregnant again
I'll be so scared it's going to happen again, and I know that stress is
not good for me or the baby. I just have to remember to keep the faith.
If and when the Lord blesses us with another pregnancy I will praise Him
for the wonderful gift and put my trust in Him that everything will
work out.
Thank you for your prayers and support. I'll be back soon!