Sunday, June 6, 2010

Loss

Oh friends, what a sad time this has been. I have struggled with so many emotions, some I never knew I could feel, all in the span of four days. I can't begin to explain the empty feeling, the pain, and the numbness.
I have debated whether or not to share our story, worried that some might think it is too private, worried that it might be too painful, but I have realized that this baby deserves for it's story to be told, and I want to tell that story because it's wonderful. So, there may be tears, there may be hurt, but here it is, for better or worse.
We found out we were pregnant on April 30th. You can read the full story on the new blog I started here. Our first sonogram was May 17th. We all crowded into the little room and saw... not much. Only the sac. I didn't worry too much, but I thought I was 6 weeks and 6 days pregnant based on my last cycle and VERY CERTAIN conception date. So when she told me the sac was measuring 5 weeks and 5 days I thought it was weird, but thought I may just be growing more slowly. It wasn't until my Dr. called later that afternoon that I started worrying. She basically told me that she thought it was probably too early and rescheduled me for two and a half weeks later, but based on my dates, I could tell she was a little concerned. She told me that my levels and numbers were perfect, though, so there was no need to worry.
I started feeling better right before we left for Vegas, which was nice, but looking back, was probably a sign. I had been nauseous most days since I found out and all the sudden, I didn't feel nauseous at all. The one thing that was weird though, is that I started showing right about that time. I mean, a definite baby bump. While we were in Vegas, Dan asked how I was planning on keeping the pregnancy a secret with a belly. When we got back, it was a little difficult not to say anything with an obvious bump that I assumed meant everything was great and healthy. We told our Sunday School class through email and waited for Wednesday.
My mom flew in that morning for the sonogram and Tom and Beth met us there. Dan and I decided to go back to the room by ourselves since I was so nervous and I am glad we made that decision. Once I got laid down on the table and she started, we saw the baby, but I knew something wasn't right because it was too small. It looked like Grace's sonogram we had at 6 1/2 weeks. I was 9 weeks. The idea of no heartbeat never crossed my mind though; I thought I must be wrong about my dates or that the baby was just growing more slowly. Then it hit me that she said the sac was measuring almost 7 weeks and the baby was measuring 6 weeks. The sac had grown, but only 7 days in the last 2 1/2 weeks. I knew something was wrong and it was confirmed when she said she wanted to do an internal sonogram. I shouldn't need an internal if I'm nine weeks. We should be seeing more than what we're seeing. The next five minutes were the most quiet and terrifying. I was afraid she was going to tell me the baby was growing too slowly, or didn't have a brain, or anything besides there wasn't a heartbeat. But when she said the words, they hit me like a punch to the stomach and I burst into tears. I know she said something about talking to the doctor, but I only remember Danny scooping me up and crying with me and telling me we would see him again one day. I didn't want to tell our family. I couldn't bear to tell them that there wasn't another grand baby on the way. They met us outside after Dan told them and we numbly parted ways because my doctor asked me to come over right away.
After talking with the nurse on Wednesday and Dr. Owen on Thursday, we decided on a d&c for Friday morning. I can't explain the range of emotions those two days. I didn't want to talk to anyone, but couldn't even think about being alone. I wanted to scoop up Grace and hold her so tight, but at times looking at her made me cry, thinking about what we lost. I wanted to scream and just be silent. I wanted to run away and crawl under the covers and not think.
My friend Emily went through this very recently as well. Our girls are about 3 1/2 weeks apart and our babies were due 3 1/2 weeks apart. Talking to her helped me understand so much. It made me feel normal, let me know what might happen to my body medically, and gave words to the grief I was feeling. Em, I will be forever grateful that if this is something we have to go through, I had a friend like you to grieve through it with me.
The procedure on Friday was very quick and quite painless. I had some mild cramping and spotting but no real pain to speak of. I remember thinking right before how ready I was to get the procedure over with, but when the anesthesiologist came in and started explaining things I was gripped with the feeling that I just wanted to leave. The procedure would be quick and virtually painless, but they were taking the only part of the pregnancy I had left. They were taking my baby out of me and I would be empty when they were finished. I was heartbroken again at the realization.
Friday afternoon was really a "good day" if those are even the right words. I wasn't very weepy or emotional, I was grateful for the medical aspect to be over, and I felt better than I thought I would. Saturday was full of numbness and emptiness. My mom left, which was so difficult, and the day seemed to drag on. Today has brought much of the same, but I know things are going to get easier and easier.
I haven't had any real peace to speak of yet. No real closeness with God, which I think is surprising. Not that I don't know the truth; that He is close and grieving with us, that He understands what we are going through, and that this world is not the end for us, but my head and my heart aren't communicating much yet. Everyone's words feel empty and hollow, because I feel empty and hollow, not because the words don't mean anything. I want this time to be over, want to move on and start feeling "normal."
Thank you for letting me share. This is by far the most difficult thing we have ever experienced (I know, we have been very blessed!) and we are ready to be on the other side of it. Ready for more children. Ready to come out stronger because of it. Ready to feel God in all of it. Ready for the tears to stop. We are so grateful to all of you who have prayed for us, cried with us, shared your time and meals with us, and been the hands and feet of Jesus to us in all of this. We know that slowly, this will start to get easier.

16 comments:

Vicki said...

There really are no words that can help, I know. I just wanted to tell you we've been praying hard for you and your family and the healing process. Please do not hesitate to ask us for anything. I am very sorry.

Brie said...

I had a molar pregnancy a few years ago and lots of
issues and finally a d&c. I started my blog because of that so you can read back to the very first posts. Somethig that helped me tremendously was reading Tommy Nelson's book on Ecclesiastes.

kristen lewis said...

Much love to you my sweet friend. I wish I could take your hurt away.

Fortner Family said...

I am so sorry! I know what you are going through....we lost 2 babies and you are right....its heartbreaking! If you need anything or just want to talk let me know.

Mike and Emily said...

whew, Ashley. You left this momma in tears. I want to say thank you for going with me through this. But that doesn't seem right since it was horrible. But I really am thankful for having you - I think you said it better than I can on your blog. And those last two paragraphs could have been precisely from my brain. You are loved and understood. Thanks for understanding me.

Unknown said...

Oh, how my heart hurts for you. I had a molar pregnancy before I had Linley. I had an unbelievable range of emotions. You have expressed the realness of this so well. May Father bring you that peace and understanding someday that only He can. Please know how much we love you guys!!

Brigitte said...

This breaks my heart. I am SOOO sorry you had to go through this. Just so sorry. Sending hugs and love and prayers.

Kim said...

I am so sorry sweet girl. And you are right. There are no words. I have had a few friends experience this recently, and the only thought that ever comes to mind when I have zero words of comfort to offer is that we serve a God who knows what it is to lose a child.

I'm so very sorry for your loss. I am lifting you up today.

The Reeds said...

I am so so sorry.... I wish I had the right words to say. Instead I will say that I am so so sorry.

Mike and Emily said...

HAve you heard the song "Glory Baby" by watermark? I've listened to that over and over and it's so good. I just have to listen to it and then give it all back to God. Thinking of you.

Patti said...

We are so very sorry for your loss, but glad you are surrounded with people who love you and walk beside you through this. Your little one was loved, as are you. love you

Melissa said...

I'm so grateful to you guys for sharing. Loss is the perfect word. It is like everything just disappeared. But morning does come...might not be exactly like we pictured it...but it comes. In our case it came in my sweet Mailey baby. Prayers.

Libby said...

A sad time, indeed...I'm so sorry that you all had to go through this and am praying for you while you do go through a healing process...please, let me know if there's anything I can do.

Anonymous said...

i love you.

Sarah said...

I am so, so sorry for your loss. May you find peace in this difficult time.

Kara said...

It happened to me last about a year ago...my first pregnancy ever. I was crushed and the emptiness and pain and overwhelming feeling of being alone was so hard. The wound has begun to heal, but I was angry for a long time. I remember people trying to say the right thing or give me encouragement or tell me God needed my baby more than I did and I would get so angry. Nothing they said or did could fix it or make it better. I couldn't really talk about it with anyone till the last few months. It probably would have been better if I could have opened up earlier...so good for you for opening up. I'm sorry it happened to you. May you rely on God and keep on during this time. It was the only way I made it thru. Love Ya!