I am not exactly sure where to start, or what to say. What I do know is that when I started SoMuchFattitude I said I would always be real and honest, no matter what. This will undoubtedly be the hardest thing I ever write, as this has been the hardest week of my life.
They say no parent should ever have to endure the loss of their child. While Kevin and I never held our beautiful baby in our arms, we were fortunate enough to spend almost 11 weeks dreaming about what it would feel like. I played everything perfectly safe – no caffeine, 9 hours of sleep a night with a daily nap, no running or getting my heartbeat over 140, pre-natal vitamins daily, no smokey environments, etc. etc. But that didn’t matter. Apparently it was decided from the moment of conception. Whenever people would ask us if we wanted a boy or a girl, we would both say in unison, “We want healthy.”
We went in for a routine ultrasound and we were informed that we had lost our baby. There was no more heartbeat to hear and all growth had stopped. Kevin held my hand and wiped my tears as they told us that I was far enough along that they suggested I have a D&C , scheduling it for the next day. I cried as the anesthesiologist held my hand as I drifted off to sleep the next morning. The pain killers they give me for after the surgery make me wired and strung out. They don’t touch the pain – emotionally or physically. I don’t sleep. Every time I go to the bathroom I’m reminded that my body has betrayed me.
Initially, there was some concern. I had my IUD out in early August and never cycled before we got pregnant. They were concerned then, but told me it didn’t play a roll in the miscarriage. My progesterone was on the low end of normal, so they put me on Prometrium and my levels went up. My HCG wasn’t doubling, but it was steadily rising. I was going biweekly to my OBGYN to make sure things continued to go smoothly. Everything was okay until October 22nd. There were no explanations. No justifications. No causes. No reasons. Nothing to have been done differently. That’s what they keep telling me. It doesn’t seem right. Two weeks before that we heard a heartbeat of 112bpm. The growth was perfect. The beats per minute was perfect. My blood work was perfect. And then, two weeks later it was all gone. I cannot wrap my head around it.
I keep reading miscarriages are very common; it doesn’t help. I keep reading missed miscarriages are rare; it doesn’t help. After you hear the heartbeat your chances of miscarrying drop to 5%. The chance of a missed miscarriage is 1%. We heard the heart beat and had a missed miscarriage. I feel betrayed by my body. With a missed miscarriage you have no idea that your baby is gone. There is no bleeding, no cramping, nothing to indicate that your body has betrayed you. Your breasts continue to swell, the morning sickness doesn’t stop, your tummy continues to expand with bloat. You have no idea, because for some strange reason – your body hasn’t realized that your baby has passed away yet.
Kevin holds me. Wrapping me in his big safe arms. He promises me things will be okay one day. He promises me I am not crazy. He promises me it’s okay to cry. His hugs feel so warm and rich. It’s soothing to replace the feelings of sadness and emptiness that I can’t seem to shake. I’ve cried every day, multiple times a day since the 22nd. I don’t know how to stop. Or when it will stop.
I want to lace up my running shoes and run until my legs don’t work. Run away from what is now my reality. I want to drink until I can’t remember. I want to rewind. I want to understand. I want to feel human again.
I am sad for what could have been. I am sad for that tiny heart beat I heard thumping in my belly. I am sad for my baby. I am sad for my husband and I am sad for myself.
I turned 30 on Sunday. Kevin planned a surprise vacation/get away at a cabin over the weekend for my birthday with my closest friends months ago. We still went. I thought it made more sense to surround myself with family/friends and grieve there instead of crying non stop at home. I feel like I ruined all of their hard work and planning. They were all so sweet. So kind. So nurturing. So loving. And I just cried. I wanted so desperately to get out of my own way and pretend this never happened. I wanted to put on my happy face and be the fun, partying, life loving girl everyone knows, but I can’t find her at the moment. Kevin assures me I was fantastic this weekend, again, wrapping me in his big safe arms. I inhale him deeply and feel the calm come over me. It’s the only time I don’t feel so alone.
I have a 10k this coming weekend that I can now run. I am trying with every ounce of my being to run it so that I can feel some sense of normalcy in this time of loss. One foot in front of the other.
Wow.. I am so sorry for your loss. This is heartbreaking. I have tears in my eyes..
I wish you all the best and please don’t be afraid to feel, to cry and to grieve. You’re only human..
You have no idea how much this means to me. I went back and forth about sharing this or not, but I knew that it would help me grieve and process and start to move on. Thank you again.
Danielle and Kevin, I am so sorry for your loss. I am lifting you both up in prayer for comfort and peace.
Thank you so much, Linda.
I am so very sorry for your loss, it is a heartbreaking thing to endure, and the pain does linger, only lessens over time.
I too suffered a missed miscarriage. It took 6 weeks to realize (at 17w) that my baby had died.
Hugs and hope to you.
I am so, so sorry. I know you are devastated and, unfortunately, I know exactly how you feel. Be kind to yourself. I am glad you have Kevin and that Kevin has you. You’ll get through this even though it doesn’t feel like it right now. Hugs and prayers to you and yours.
Thank you so much.
Thank you very much.
I am so, so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine how difficult it is, nor will I pretend to. Sometimes it’s best just to let your loved one cry until they’re cried out. I doubt you ruined anyone’s weekend because they were there because they love you, and probably did their best to soothe your pain. It’s not going to go away overnight, but I hope it lessens with time and that you use running as an outlet whenever possible. Hang in there. You and your husband will be in my thoughts.
“I doubt you ruined anyone’s weekend because they were there because they love you” – I did not think about it like that. You are right. Thank you so much.
I am glad that sharing this helps you, as it should. Grief is something we go through alone but it doesn’t hurt getting support from unexpected places. Also, talking about things makes the burden less heavy on the soul. I think I can say your blog brothers and sisters are all thinking about you and have you in our prayers.
Yeah, it’s definitely been helpful.
Ohhhh honey! I am so so sorry for your loss. Grieving is going to take time. Take everyday one at a time, breath by breath. We love you.
( I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to say. )
Thank you very much. ❤
There are never sufficient words.
You are thought of…
I am so, so sorry. Thank you for sharing so openly with us, and all my good thoughts are with you. ❤
Thank you for commenting. My intent from day 1 is to be open, honest and raw. The good, the bad and the ugly. Thank you. ❤
I’m so, so sorry for your loss. My heart hurts for you. Thank you for sharing your experience, and I’m so glad you have such a loving husband there to help you through this.
I am very, very sorry. I know that No words can help but thoughts are with you.
Thank you so much, and same to you. ❤
I am sorry for your loss. There are so many cliche phrases that can be used, but I know that none can make you feel better. I hope that your heart can heal.
Thank you so much.
You are human, you are loved and you are worthy of feeling emotions! My thoughts and prayers with you and your family. You are so strong for sharing this!
Thank you very much.
having a miscarriage is never easy. the pain lessens but you still wonder what your child would have been like and whop they would have grown to be. i had 2 miscarriages in between Tay and Debbers and I still wonder about the babies that never were.