My worst nightmare came true...
I have never been stabbed in the heart with a sharp instrument, but I imagine it to feel something like what I'm feeling now...
To believe that you are three months pregnant, when in fact your body contains no baby at all, well, that would have to be one of life's ultimate cruelties.
Sadly, I now know firsthand the meaning of reaching 12 weeks in a pregnancy. It means nothing. Absolutely nothing. It is a not a magical milestone that means you will have a healthy baby. It is just a number. For me, it will never be a reason to celebrate. The only milestone I will ever bear to celebrate is the birth of our child. Until I can hold our baby in my arms, I won't allow myself to celebrate.
How sad!
It is so very devastatingly true that once you have suffered a miscarriage or loss, you have lost that wonderful naivety that comes with falling pregnant. And that is such a terrible shame. Particularly when it is your very first pregnancy, when the mother and father are so very in love, and when they both desperately wanted to become parents.
I must confess, I have never felt confident in this pregnancy. Shame on me for saying so. But it's the truth. Right the moment those miraculous two little lines appeared on the home pregnancy test, I knew that something wasn't right.
I kept telling people...but everyoe told me I was being paranoid, negative, worrisome, silly. I tell you, I have never been so unhappy to be able to say, "I told you so"...
When we arrived at the ultrasound office, Anthony noticed a sign at reception advertising that DVD's were available for obstetric ultrasounds. He eagerly asked the receptionist to ensure that the sonographer record a DVD of our baby.
I just didn't have the heart to tell him not to bother, that we wouldn't be walking out of there with a DVD full of happy snaps of our unborn child.
A woman's intuition is quite an amazing thing. I fought my innermost feelings for five long weeks. I wish I'd listened to myself and had an earlier ultrasound. We might be trying to conceive again if I had. Instead, we are only just starting out on our journey of loss.
With my wonderful, precious husband by my side, holding my hand so tightly in his own I thought my bones would break, the sonographer placed the ultrasound tool on my belly and time seemed to stand almost still.
I knew that the news wouldn't be good. Anthony kept looking from the screen back to me, searching for answers. I couldn't bear to look at him yet - I knew I would lose it if my eyes met his.
The sonographer said, "There doesn't appear to be a baby..."
He kept trying, futilely.
In this moment of absolute devastation and despair, I was amazed at the calm relief that washed over me. I calmly asked him to measure the sac and tell me how far along I had been.
No tears yet. They would come later.
Anthony was holding my hand so tightly. He didn't understand. Or if he did, he didn't want to admit defeat.
I looked directly into his beautiful brown eyes and shook my head. He understood. I've never loved him more than I did in that moment.
After an internal examination to confirm the diagnosis, the sonographer left us alone for a few minutes. I stood up and leapt into Anthony's arms. And the tears finally came. They haven't stopped...
The consulting doctor let us sneak out the back door. We were thankful for her discretion. I couldn't bear sitting in the waiting room, all those pregnant bellies staring back at me.
A blighted ovum. Huh?! You're telling me that I never even grew an embryo inside me?? How can my very first pregnancy end so disastrously?? What did I do to deserve this? What did Anthony do to deserve this??
Surprisingly, the loss is easier to handle when I know that there was no baby to lose in the first place. I'm sure I was only dealt a hand that I could deal with. Seeing a lifeless baby on the screen would have been too much. Seeing a black, empty sac is bearable. Devastating, but bearable.
I underwent a D&C yesterday. We were at the hospital from 7:30 in the morning until 7:00 at night. What an epic! I had no more tears to cry by the end of the day. It was the most emotionally exhausting experience of my life.
The hardest part was having to tell my story to what felt like 50 different people. And I broke down with every one of them. Some told me that the baby had died. I kept wanting to tell them that no, there never was a baby. Didn't they understand that it was easier for me to believe that they would be taking an empty sac from my body and not a little baby???
Anthony was so wonderful. My precious husband didn't leave my side for a moment. He has been a tower a strength, putting aside his own emotions to make sure that his wife is OK. I always called him my knight in shining armour. He truly has earned that title this week.
I've been searching for meaning in all of this. Surely I must have a lesson to learn from so much heartbreak.
It's not enough to say that it just wasn't meant to be, or it just wasn't our time. There must be more to it than that.
There are a number of answers I can come up with. The first is luck. We were too lucky, this pregnancy came to us too easily. We fell pregnant within a couple of months of trying, in fact, in our first month of seriously trying. How easy was that!
We don't know what it's like to try for years to fall pregnant, unsuccessfully, to have heartbreak after heartache.
We had never experienced loss...until now.
Everything came to us so easily that maybe we took it for granted. Maybe we would not have fully appreciated a baby at this point because we barely had to try for it.
The second answer is happiness. Having gone through such a gut-wrenching, heartbreaking experience has really opened our eyes to all that we're missing out on in life.
Don't get me wrong, our marriage is strong and beautiful and gets better by the moment. We couldn't be happier together and are so in love that our hearts break every time we're apart. But maybe we've been missing the big picture. Maybe we've been letting work rule our lives. Maybe we've put too much emphasis on earning money and not enough emphasis on living a life that makes us both happy.
We've been talking about moving this week. Not running away. Just moving to a place that will make us happier. Having gone through this experience has given us the courage to make changes. And I think it will be changes for the better.
I know that we will fall pregnant again soon. And I have a good feeling about the next time around.
But I tell you what, our next little cherub will be loved and cherished so much more because I know that they could have been taken away from us in a heartbeat.
I know that we will fall pregnant again soon because Anthony is just so deserving of a child. He will be the perfect daddy. We just need to wait for the perfect child to come along who is worthy of his love.
And I know that I will make a damn good mummy. Please Universe, just give me the chance to prove it...
Love
Goldilocks
-xxxooo-