Thursday, December 20, 2012

16w4d and Baby is officially a BOY!



How far along are you? This picture is from yesterday. I am 16w5d today.

How big is baby?  An avocado...makes me want some guacamole :P

Maternity clothes?  Mat pants and a few maternity T's from target, still wearing most of my tops though.

Weight loss or gain?  I actually weighed less at my Peri appt yesterday than I did at my OB appt last week... I assume this is just a difference in the scale. I don't think I've gained though.

Stretchmarks?  Nada.

Sleep?  Falling asleep is easy, but I am waking up several times a night to pee. 


Best moment this week? Finding out that baby is definitely a boy at our appt yesterday!



Any movement?  no

Food cravings?  baked potatoes!

Food aversions?  still ground beef, vom.

Belly button in or out? still in.

What do you miss?  my energy!

What are you looking forward to?  Can't wait until Friday at 3:01pm so I can enjoy my holiday break! I want to sleeeep!

What was the BEST part of this week?  Peri appt and coming home to find a sweet surprise from a friend in WI. Baby C got his first outfit and bib set. LOVE!




What is the WORST part of this week?  I was lying in bed to fall alseep on Monday night and was suddenly overcome with a strong wave of nausea... I sat up to try and take a zofran, but couldnt contain it and had to make a mad dash to the bathroom and threw up. I thought I was past this sort of thing!?


Milestones:  We made it facebook official yesterday... wow!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

15w4d!



How far along are you? 15w4d

How big is baby?  An ORANGE!

Maternity clothes?  maternity pants mostly. I bought a pair of mat leggings for target that I am in love with! I also discovered Charming Charlies this past weekend when I was out with my friend. They have some cute tunic style tops that I plan to rock as I get bigger. 

Weight loss or gain?  Didn't weigh myself this week yet, but I don't think I've gained anything really.

Stretchmarks?  Nada.

Sleep?  I slept through the night without getting up to go to the bathroom the last two nights....hooray for small miracles!

Best moment this week? snuggling with DH while watching Footloose last night.

Any movement?  no

Food cravings?  hummus and pita bread.

Food aversions?  still ground beef, vom.

Belly button in or out? still in.

What do you miss?  my energy!

What are you looking forward to?  Our next U/S on the 19th. Having two weeks off over Christmas!

What was the BEST part of this week?  Lots of holiday parties at work and no students around. It's been pretty relaxing at work.

What is the WORST part of this week?  Totally starting gagging from brushing my teeth on Monday and ended up throwing up.... not a good way to kick off the week.

Milestones:  I'm officially out at work... crazy!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

14w4d

I've been such a bad blogger. I've just been so tired, and didn't really have the energy to type #firstworldproblems, lol.

All has been well these last few weeks. We had our NT scan the day before Thanksgiving, and baby was measuring a day ahead and looked perfect. The tech told us that she would be "SHOCKED if baby were not a boy" so for now, we are tentatively TEAM BLUE. That being said, I am not running out to buy anything yet.

I'm officially out at work. I told the Dean of my department on Monday. I'm not really comfortable chatting all about my pregnancy so I haven't gone around telling people, but it's not a secret anymore. I know that I have had several colleagues from other departments ask my boss if I was expecting... so my blump must be getting kind of noticeable!

Here we are at 14w4d!


How far along are you? 14w4d

How big is baby?  A lemon

Maternity clothes?  I've been sporting maternity pants for a while, but the top and sweater are just my regular size... looking a little tight though! 

Weight loss or gain?  I'm up about 3-4 lbs.

Stretchmarks?  None.

Sleep?  All I want to do is nap still. If I make it up past 9pm it's a HUGE deal. I am requiring a lot of ZZZ's to grow a human.
Best moment this week? I think I may have felt some tummy flutters on Tuesday night, but I am not sure... could have been gas!


Any movement?  see above.

Food cravings?  buffalo chicken salads from Steve's downstairs from my office. Apple Juice is suddenly delicious too. 

Food aversions?  ground beef, vom.

Belly button in or out? still in.

What do you miss?  Energy to make it past 9pm!

What are you looking forward to?  Our next U/S on the 19th. I'd like to confirm that he is still a HE before Christmas!

What was the BEST part of this week?  Laughing with my husband last night on the couch while browsing strollers online. Anytime I listen to BC's HB on the doppler.

What is the WORST part of this week?  I can't think of anything. 

Milestones:  Everyday, I tell myself that I am further than I've ever been! Just trying to relax and enjoy this adventure. :)

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

So Thankful

A lot of people complain about their in laws...MILs get a bad wrap specifically; however, I cannot say enough about how blessed I feel to have the mother in law that I do. I don't tell her probably enough, but she has been such a help to us since I found out I was pregnant this time. I have had a tough time with keeping up with the house- in large part because the lovenox makes me incredibly short of breath and sick to my stomach from even the most basic physical activity. I feel terrible and worry that people think I am just lazy because I can't seem to keep up with the laundry and floors. I guess I am just used to having my house look a certain way.

Anyway, MIL had been coming over about once a week to clean the house for me while I am at work. In the past, this probably would have bothered me a ton because I am a prideful person who would totally feel awkward having someone see my house messy, but I have long since gotten over that. I am so grateful and so blessed to have someone so selfless and willing to help out like that. I came home last night to clean floors and a spotless fridge. How fantastic is that?!

In other news, we had our OB appt tonight. Baby is still there! My OB said the HB was registering on the doppler at 163. He made some joke about it being a girl, and I told DH his family was going to be very disappointed in him if that were the case since they all swear that they only make boys, ha.

NT scan and first peri appt is scheduled for next Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. If all goes well, we will probably feel comfortable enough to announce to our extended family on Thanksgiving... although, I am pretty sure most of them know because NO ONE in my family keeps a secret. They're all really good about acting like they dont know, but I know they do because my aunt always asks how "I'm feeling..." when I talk to her, lol.

I bought the shirt below for Cody when we found out we were expecting our first baby back in January. Sadly, he's never really been able to wear it, and it's been stuffed in a bottom drawer for so many months... but, I think it might be safe for him to pull it out. In fact, I told him that, assuming all goes well at the NT scan next week, he should wear it over to my aunt and uncles to make our announcement official. I'm excited. :)

Thursday, November 8, 2012

I think we're having a baby!

So I don't think I wrote about this, but I had a minor hissy fit when the front desk lady called to confirm my appt  with my new OB. She said the u/s tech would not be there during my evening appt because she leaves at 3:30pm everyday so I wouldnt be getting an u/s. Of course, this caused me to have a little bit of a panic attack because I have become so spoiled to my weekly u/s appts with the RE. Internally, I felt like such a little diva, and wanted to scream through the phone... "Don't you know my loss history! The RE sent over my records! I am VIP!" ::cue stomping of feet and tears!::

Anyway, the first thing the OB said when he walked in the room to meet me was that he had just popped in to the u/s room to "fire up the machine" since he had reviewed my history and knew I was probably wanting one, lol. I think I made mooney eyes at him from that point on. He was extremely attentive and spent over an hour with us (I was shocked!). We talked about my history, and he also told me about his sister who has four children but has had 13 losses (um, wow). So, I feel like he totally "got me".

He was glad to see I was already on lovenox thanks to the RE, and is sending me to the peri next week. He used the doppler to show us that we could find the HB with that and it would be the same as seeing it on the u/s before we also had the u/s, and he told me I can come back as often as I want for a doppler check until I start to feel more comfortable... which I told him would probably be once I can start feeling movement.
He didnt really like the idea of me trying to use a home doppler bc he thinks it will just stress me out trying to find the HB so he would prefer me to come in when I want some peace of mind.

The u/s was awesome and we got to see baby wiggling all around again. I was amazed at how much growth there was between my last u/s at 9w5d and yesterday at 10w4d.

After the appt, we headed to the Melting Pot to celebrate a healthy, wiggly baby and Cody's 29th birthday! Poor guy had to let me choose the place bc I said "THE BABY REALLY WANTS FONDUE!"



Overall, I am really happy with how things went and am so excited to say that I am more pregnant than I have ever been today. I think I am having a baby!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

He is My Greatest Blessing

Today is my husband's birthday. I often say to him, "You are my greatest blessing." It's true. I believe that my greatest blessing from God has been my marriage. We are not perfect... not by a long shot, but I recognize what a true treasure he is in my life.

This year has been one of great trials for us. Not only because of our losses, but also the loss of my husband's best friend, we've had to leave their shared business, we've been faced with a lawsuit... it has been a lot. Any of these things individually can cause strain on any sort of relationship, but the one thing that has remained solid throughout this tumultuous year has been my relationship with him

My husband is a man of integrity, of patience, and of kindness. I truly believe he is a better person than I am, and I often look to him as a model of how to treat others, and he will make a wonderful father to our children one day. He truly is my greatest blessing.


I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

They don't know how long it takes
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss


Saturday, November 3, 2012

Fingers and toes!

Our appt with the RE went great this past Thursday. Baby had a HB of 173 at 9w5d, and we officially were released to our new OB. We have our first appt this Wednesday at 10w4d which will be my loss milestone from our first miscarriage.

I think I am actually getting a little excited. I told DH that I just realized that I might actually be having a baby! A real little baby!

It was so cool seeing the baby on the ultrasound this week bc you could really start to see the definition of his little arms and legs... even some fingers and toes! He was wiggling and stretching his legs which was just so adorable to see! I am in love <3.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Getting my pills down


So my gag reflex is becoming a serious issue. Honestly, even typing this up is making my mouth all watery and gagg-y feeling... yuck. That being said, taking all my pills, there are 10 of them, is becoming an issue. Over the weekend, things got so bad that I ended up throwing up twice after taking them. This is concerning to my PgAL brain because I know the baby needs increased L-MTHF (natural folic acid) and the other vitamins that come in my metanx prescription, as well as other stuff I'm on.

After wallowing over this, a friend suggested I crush the pills up and make a smoothie. Ah-ha! Fortunately, all but one of my pills is in a capsule so I just had to break them for the powder to come out. I one up'd her and went a step further and made myself a chocolate ice cream and peanut butter milkshake. All is now well with the world and baby is getting the scripts we need. :)

Friday, October 26, 2012

8w5d

Baby is doing well. We had another u/s yesterday and the RE said things look perfect. HB was 180. He also said my bloodwork testing for elevated nk cells came back normal. GREAT NEWS. He seems to think that I should be good to go to be released to the new doctor after my u/s next Thursday. I actually feel a little excitement! :)

Our last miscarriage ended at ten weeks, but the baby stopped growing at 8w5d so yesterday's u/s was a major milestone for us. I feel like if we make it through next week with a healthy HB, we will have really made it as our first loss occurred at 11 weeks with the baby only growing to 9w4d. I feel like I will really start to enjoy this process once we make it past this final hurdle. I hope my brain will also start to think WHEN not IF we take this baby home.

Here's our little gummy bear at 8w5d.

Monday, October 15, 2012

How did it become me?

You never think bad things are going to happen to you. I never thought I would be the girl who would lose multiple pregnancies. It just didnt seem fathomable. It was completely off my radar.

I have to try my best not to laugh or say something utterly snarky when I hear someone make a comment like, "well I'm young and healthy, and don't have a history of miscarriage in my family....so I'm sure things will be fine." O_o Really? That's interesting, because up until February 27th, 2012, I thought I was "young, and healthy, and didn't have a history of loss" in my family either. There isn't a single woman who THINKS she will be the one to face recurrent pregnant loss. But now, almost eight months since my first loss, with two additional to speak of, and a little baby in my belly, I have come to terms with the fact that I am the 1 in 100.

Today is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day, and as a friend so eloquently put it, "Pregnancy and Infant Loss is not just something that happens to 'somebody else'. It happens to your sister, your friend, your coworker, the girl who checks out your groceries... it happened to me. It affects many families every day."

Losing a child that you so desparately wanted is something that changes you completely. It has left marks on my heart that have redefined my entire identity. Loss is something you don't get over, or forget, even with the hope of another child. It stays with you and bleeds into your thoughts everyday.

It's difficult for me to appreciate that each of my babies would not exist if it hadn't been for the loss of the other. I wouldn't be pregnant with the baby I currently carry if I hadn't miscarried the others. This thought brings new meaning to the Rascal Flatt's lyrics, "God bless the broken road, that led me straight to you..." I hope with my whole heart that this baby is the end of our broken road, and that the losses we have suffered have served a greater purpose which was to lead us to this pregnancy, and to this baby we want to very much to love on and care for.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Phillips says hi!


Measuring in at 7w this morning, we're still going strong at two days ahead. I am 6w5d pregnant today and the nausea is in full swing. I live off of carbs, preggie pop drops, and syfo water. Phillips had a HB of 134 bpm. We'll go back for another u/s next Thurs. My RE says he plans to keep me for another 3-4 weeks while we wait for all of my bloodwork to come back and to monitor me through my loss milestones. I don't really care to return to my old OB so Dr. G said he would refer me to a peri that he works closely with that also accepts OB patients.

I can already feel my anxiety level start to creep up as we head into the next few weeks. I am so worried that today was the last time I'll see our LO with a HB at the u/s. I am actually really emotional about it. I suppose claiming to have faith means actually putting it into practice though. It seems the next few weeks will be the perfect time to practice when I preach.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Snug as a Bug!

I've been so tired lately. I feel like I have been stuck in the first trimester for way.too.long! I calculated that based on my pregnancies, I have been suffering from first trimester exhaustion and morning sickness for almost thirty weeks so far this year. BLAH. I really pray this one sticks and we get to take this baby home so I can say that all these symptoms were not in vain.

We had a minor scare last week when I woke up Thursday morning to some red bleeding that had gone through my underwear. I had no cramping or clots so it was a complete shock to see when I looked. Of course my brain automatically assumed the worst... how could I not? I called the RE who had me come in right away for an u/s to check on everything and I was grateful since we had already had an u/s three days prior. Well it turns out that Phillips was still snug as a bug in a rug and had made some great progress in the growth department. I measured 6w exactly which put me two days ahead, and we were even able to see a flickering little HB this time. Not that a HB means anything though... I'm still so sad that I am so jaded to think that HBs dont mean jack shiit in the miscarriage department.

The RE thinks that the crinone I am on irritated my cervix and that, coupled with the lovenox, caused for more bleeding than normal. He said that the bleeding wasnt anywhere near the baby and that my cervix was nice and closed. I spent the rest of the day off my feet just to help with it to stop though. I'm so thankful that everything was okay, but talk about a mindfcuk. I'm in for a really long 8 months at this rate. I'm going to be one paranoid momma if this child ever makes it outside!

Anyway, here's Phillips at our emergancy u/s last Thurs. measuring 6w! I go back this Thursday for another peek at our little guy. :)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Meet Phillips



Meet Phillips, our 5w3d yolk sac and fetal pole. We named this little guy Phillips because the ultrasound machine is the Phillips brand and the logo was in the upper, left corner of the screen, next to my name.  We had our second ultrasound with the RE on Monday to make sure that everything was "in the right place" as Dr. G so eloquently put it. I guess he was a tiny bit concerned after my last appointment last Thursday when we only barely saw what looked to be the very beginnings of a sac. I guess he was surprised that my betas came back at 2,263 and felt we should have seen a little more, but all seemed to work out well. I am measuring a day ahead based on ovulation so that makes me happy. I go back next Monday for another ultrasound and hopefully will see a little heartbeat.

I feel sad that I am not excited yet. I don't really get any peace of mind from these early ultrasounds or properly rising betas. With the exception of my second miscarriage, a chemical pregnancy, both of my late first trimester losses included good betas and strong little flickering heartbeats when we checked at 7 weeks both times. I guess I just expect everything to look "perfect" up until 10-11 weeks because it always has before; but I know I will be a nervous wreck and basketcase as we get closer to my loss milestones. I hope that if we get further with this little guy that I will become more excited and allow myself to get attached and maybe even dream a little of the possibilies of a take home baby.


Friday, September 28, 2012

TGIF

It's been quite a week, and I am so glad to be sitting on my couch, in my pajamas, doing absolutely nothing. We had our first appt with the RE on Tuesday. He decided to put me on lovenox and switch me from prometrium to crinone. He wants to run additional bloodwork to test for elevated NK cells and other bloodclotting disorders that were not in my initial RPL panel. I feel so relieved knowing that I am working with an office that will focus on maintaining my pregnancy. I feel like if the worst case scenario happens, as in I miscarry again, at least I know that the RE will continue to work to find out the answers to why this has happened.

I want to be positive though. I got my beta results from yesterday, 19 dpo, and they were 2,263! I have always had good betas that had good doubling times, except for the CP, so this news is taken with a grain of salt. Nevertheless, good news should be celebrated. I cannot wait to get to a point in pregnancy when I truly feel optimistic and excited. I know that time will come, and today was a small step in that direction.

The RE wants to see me back on Monday for another U/S. We did one on Thursday, the same day my betas were drawn, and saw what looked to be the beginnings of a sac. I'm a little nervous bc I feel like we should have seen the sac with the betas being over 2k, but I realize I worry about everything. all.the.time. I need to just chill out and let this ride.

I had a minor meltdown earlier in the week bc the lab that my RE uses for their bloodwork, reprosource, is out of my network, and I dont have out of network coverage. They told me that the bloodwork alone was going to cost almost $1900. With DH's new business situation, literally all of our money is tied up, and I just don't have the luxury of writing a check like that anymore without a little bit of planning. Fortunately, I put on my big girl pants and spent all morning this morning on the phone with my in network lab and my insurance and found out that they are able to do the same testing and that it will be covered as long as I use the in network lab. I think my RE isn't too thrilled with this option, but oh well. It's saving us money, and I would definitely call this bit of news a blessing! DH and I go tomorrow morning to the lab to have the draws done.

Friday, September 21, 2012

September 21, 2012

Today is Peanut's day. It is the EDD of the first baby that we lost, and it is a day that I have been dreading for a long time. I think the build up to today was worse than what so far has actually been though. It seems like another lifetime ago that I saw two lines of my very first positive pregnancy test. I don't even feel like the same person, and it's amazing how time can feel like it has sped by in an instant, but then you can still feel so far removed from something.

The day that we found out we had lost our sweet baby will be a memory that stays with me forever. I don't think I had any idea what true loss was like until this year, but rediscovering God's grace for me through this process is one thing that I dont think I would trade. I have come to truly understand what a blessing is. It is a a special, merciful, benefit that He gives to us. What stands out to me in that is the merciful part because I have realized over the last 6 1/2 months that I don't deserve to be blessed. It is because of God's mercy and love for me that I am. I think that was the hardest part of this lesson. It was realizing that I don't deserve a baby, just like I don't deserve a lot of things in my life, but being blessed with a child is a gift.

Obviously, I find music to be therapeutic. It makes me feel better and helps me cope. I can easily, VERY EASILY, start to become angry with God; so I find that by listening to worship music, it helps me to focus on what I do have and what I have been blessed with. That being said, I want to today to be a day of thankfulness and praise. I want to chose to remember how much I love this little baby that God blessed me with for 11 weeks. I may have only carried him for a little while, but I will always be his momma and totally in love with the small gift God blessed me with.

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name




Thursday, September 20, 2012

Jeremy Camp





Would I believe you when you would say
Your hand will guide my every way
Will I receive the words You say
Every moment of every day

Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares Your will for me

Help me to win my endless fears
You've been so faithful for all my years
With one breath You make me new
Your grace covers all I do

Well I'm broken- but I still see Your face
Well You've spoken- pouring Your words of grace

Well hallelujah, hallelu
(I will walk by faith)
Well hallelujah, hallelu
(I will walk by faith)

I will walk, I will walk, I will walk by faith
I will, I will, I will walk by faith

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

BFP.OMG.WTF?





It would appear that we officially suck at trying to avoid pregnancy.

Let me explain. I have always been a consistent late ovulater. In the year and a half that I have charted my cycles, I have pretty much always ovulated in the 23-26 range. Therefore, I did not feel the need to be concerned about using protection when DH and I got busy on cd 15/17. This was a non-issue...until fertility friend suddenly gave me crosshairs on cd 20. Cue my WTF.OMG.SHIT meltdown. As soon as I had realized this "oops," I decided it was best to start taking the prometrium and baby aspirin that my OBGYN had prescribed for whenever we decided to start TTC again. For a few days, I thought that maybe the reason my temps were rising and my chart was so pretty was in fact due to the progesterone... but that was not the case, because on 10 dpo, I got these nice lines. Again, OMG.SHIT.I.AM.NOT.READY.TO.DEAL.WITH.THIS.AGAIN.

TTA = EPIC FAIL!


Now that I have gotten that out of my system, I am trying, TRYING, to be positive. I am making a conscious effort to TRUST God right now because I cannot fathom how or why this would happen to me unless there was a reason. I was in the car on my way to work this morning, and one of my favorite songs came on spotify. We sing it in church all.the.time. It's "Mighty to Save" and the lyrics that really hit me were:

Savior
He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save

He is mighty to save
Forever
Author of Salvation
He rose & conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

I guess I sort of had a moment where I realized that I can sing along with these words every week and how he can "move mountains", and I can say that I believe in God... but I am so scared to trust or believe that I will successfully carry this baby. I'm not a holy roller by any means, but it really made me focus on my faith this morning and that I can't pick and choose what I want to believe about God  or trust him with, and what I don't. I realize I am starting to ramble, but I guess the only way I think I will manage to possess any sort of sanity in the next few weeks is if I choose to trust in God's sovereignty. I have always claimed that I believed God allows things to "happen for a reason," and now this is really a testing of that belief.  If ever there was a blessing in suffering, I suppose this could be it.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Our Sweet Boy

     So I made the decision to see a reproductive endocrinologist (RE). I have gone back and forth on this decision a lot because I didn't want to feel like I was over reacting. I know that sounds lame, but my OB seemed to feel that he could run the basic RLP b/w I needed and that an RE at this stage wasn't necessary. Well, of the tests he ordered, all of them came back "normal". The only little thing was I did test positive for one copy of the MTHFR C677T mutation. From what I have found online though, this isn't considered to be a factor by most doctors unless my homocysteine levels are elevated. The only problem is that my OB didn't order a test to check that. In fact, he didn't even mention the mutation... which sort of pisses me off. I get that it is not uncommon and that it is not always a factor in RPL, but I am a little annoyed bc it's still not "normal." It seems like there are two camps of opinions... some think it's a bigger deal and a factor in RPL and some just don't.
    
     Anyway, I just don't have peace with trying again. My OB basically told me that he thinks we should try again and said that at least I know I can get pregnant ::blank stare::. He said he would perscribe progesterone when we are ready so that I can start taking it right after ovulation instead of waiting until I get a positive test this time. You know, just in case I have an LPD. I asked about cd3/7dpo bloodwork, but he didn't want to do it. I guess I just feel like I am at the end of the road with him when it comes to RPL and that if I want to continue any testing it will have to be with an RE... who probably actually knows what he's talking about. I was already on progesterone and baby aspirin this last time and still miscarried... so obviously that isn't doing the trick.

     After calling the RE and scheduling the appt, I had my OB fax over all my test results from the karyotyping and bloodwork. There on the first page in the middle were the words, "46, XY, Male." Obviously, I am not a guy so this surprised me. Of course once I read the top of the page, I saw it was my results from the chromosome testing they did on the baby. I knew these results would be in the paperwork, but I guess I was just a little surprised to see them so clearly on the first page without having to dig and read through everything.  Our sweet boy. We were going to have a little boy.

     I was so so so sure that he was going to be a she, lol. I just had this feeling while I was pregnant for those 10 weeks that it was a girl. I guess my intuition is just as screwed up as my uterus. Regardless, it seems so much more real to know that our baby was a boy. I was going to be his mom. He was my son. I have a son. I had a son. I may have only carried him for 10 weeks, but he was a part of me yet so completely different and independent and his own little person. He was all boy.  My heart hurts to know that I should have been able to keep him alive. That I was his mom and was supposed to protect him and keep him safe. I feel like I failed him because he was perfect. It's just so sad. I'm just still so sad.

Give Me Faith





I need You
to soften my heart
and break me apart

I need You
to open my eyes
to see that You're shaping my life


All I am
I surrender

Give me faith
to trust what you say

That You're good
and You're love is Great

I'm broken inside I give You my life

I need You
to soften my heart
and break me apart

I need You
to pierce through the dark
and cleanse every part of me

All I am
I surrender

Give me faith
To trust what You say
That You're good
and You're love is great

I'm broken inside
I give You my life

I may be weak,
but Your Spirit's strong in me
My flesh may fail,
My God You never fail


Give me faith
to trust what you say
That Your good
and Your love is great

I'm broken inside, I give You my life


I may be weak...

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Kutless


Everybody falls sometimes
Gotta find the strength to rise
From the ashes
And make a new beginning

Anyone can feel the ache
You think it's more than you can take
But you're stronger
Stronger than you know

Don't you give up now
The sun will soon be shining
You gotta face the clouds
To find the silver lining

I've seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn't ever end
Even when the sky is falling
I've seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That's what faith can do

It doesn't matter what you've heard
Impossible is not a word
It's just a reason
For someone not to try

Everybody's scared to death
When they decide to take that step
Out on the water
It'll be alright

Life is so much more
Than what your eyes are seeing
You will find your way
If you keep believing

I've seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn't ever end
Even when the sky is falling
I've seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That's what faith can do

Overcome the odds
You don't have a chance
(That's what faith can do)
When the world says you can't
It'll tell you that you can

I've seen dreams that move the mountains
Hope that doesn't ever end
Even when the sky is falling
And I've seen miracles just happen
Silent prayers get answered
Broken hearts become brand new
That's what faith can do
That's what faith can do

Even if you fall sometimes
You will have the strength to rise

Friday, August 24, 2012

Blessings

So the purpose of this blog was originally for me to write about and reflect on the blessings that I often forget about during this whole mess. I feel like I haven't really done that though. It's so so so hard to focus on the positive when you just want to wallow. I sort of feel like it's similar to when I go for a walk and I catch myself just starring down at the pavement in front of me and not looking up to enjoy where I am and the scenary around me. The walk becomes so much more enjoyable when I don't just focus on the ground (or the lowest point) the whole time. It also seems a lot shorter too!

One of the things I am most grateful for through this entire experience has been my rediscovered relationship with my mom. We have always been "close," especially when I was growing up. My parents have been divorced since I was two, and even though she was remarried for a time, she acted mainly like a single parent to me (think Lorelai and Rory)! Anyway, I moved out of state to marry DH and we haven't lived close to one another for about four years. Back in July 2011, she made the move from WI to S. FL and now lives about twenty minutes away. I admit that having her so close again has been a little bit of an adjustment. I guess I was just used to my routine with DH and having my mom back around and close by changed some of that.

All of that said, my mom has been such a rock for me through all of this. She was with me in the OB's office when I found out about my first m/c (DH couldn't be there bc he was helping with his best friend's funeral the same day). She saw me meltdown and completely took over. She went on auto pilot and just completely helped me cope through each situation. She came over and spent the night the night I miscarried naturally. She washed the bedding and the clothes afterward so I wouldn't have to. She put away all the reminders of our babies so I wouldn't have to. She made dinners, and lunches, and breakfasts. She's come with me for my bloodwork bc I am a wuss when it comes to needles, and she's met me for lunch at work most days since my latest loss so that I can just sit in the car and cry if I need to.

She has been so supportive, and I am so incredibly blessed to have her nearby. I cannot imagine living this nightmare without her. It's a blessing I want to recognize more than I have because even though I wish things were different, and that I hadn't had one miscarriage (let alone three), and that I was still 36 weeks pregnant today, I am so grateful for the mom I have, and the new, redefined relationship we have discovered through this experience.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

The words I can't say.




A Letter from Women to their Friends and Family
by Elizabeth Soutter Schwarzer
I assert no copyright for the material. Please use it as you see fit to help women who have endured this terrible grief. Thank you.

Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2002

When women experience the loss of a child, one of the first things they discover they have in common is a list of things they wish no one had ever said to them. The lists tend to be remarkably similar. The comments are rarely malicious - just misguided attempts to soothe.

This list was compiled as a way of helping other people understand pregnancy loss. While generated by mothers for mothers, it may also apply similarly to the fathers who have endured this loss.

When trying to help a woman who has lost a baby, the best rule of thumb is a matter of manners: don't offer your personal opinion of her life, her choices, her prospects for children. No woman is looking to poll her acquaintances for their opinions on why it happened or how she should cope.

-Don't say, "It's God's Will." Even if we are members of the same congregation, unless you are a cleric and I am seeking your spiritual counseling, please don't presume to tell me what God wants for me. Besides, many terrible things are God's Will, that doesn't make them less terrible.

-Don't say, "It was for the best - there was probably something wrong with your baby." The fact that something was wrong with the baby is what is making me so sad. My poor baby never had a chance. Please don't try to comfort me by pointing that out. ( I am particularly sensitive to this comment after my most recent loss because we know for a fact that there was absolutely nothing wrong with our baby. Results showed a perfectly perfect baby.)

-Don't say, "You can always have another one." This baby was never disposable. If had been given the choice between losing this child or stabbing my eye out with a fork, I would have said, "Where's the fork?" I would have died for this baby, just as you would die for your children. (Again, this one is particular hard for me to hear given my losses. I don't know that I can/will successfully carry a baby to term. I believe I will have children, but I don't know for sure...so this offers me no comfort, in fact, it highlights and serves as a reminder of my losses and that so far, I havent been able to "just have another one.")

-Don't say, "Be grateful for the children you have." If your mother died in a terrible wreck and you grieved, would that make you less grateful to have your father?

-Don't say, "Thank God you lost the baby before you really loved it." I loved my son or daughter. Whether I lost the baby after two weeks of pregnancy or just after birth, I loved him or her.

-Don't say, "Isn't it time you got over this and moved on?" It's not something I enjoy, being grief-stricken. I wish it had never happened. But it did and it's a part of me forever. The grief will ease on its own timeline, not mine - or yours.

-Don't say, "Now you have an angel watching over you." I didn't want her to be my angel. I wanted her to bury me in my old age.

-Don't say, "I understand how you feel." Unless you've lost a child, you really don't understand how I feel. And even if you have lost a child, everyone experiences grief differently.

-Don't tell me horror stories of your neighbor or cousin or mother who had it worse. The last thing I need to hear right now is that it is possible to have this happen six times, or that I could carry until two days before my due-date and labor 20 hours for a dead baby. These stories frighten and horrify me and leave me up at night weeping in despair. Even if they have a happy ending, do not share these stories with me.

-Don't pretend it didn't happen and don't change the subject when I bring it up. If I say, "Before the baby died..." or "when I was pregnant..." don't get scared. If I'm talking about it, it means I want to. Let me. Pretending it didn't happen will only make me feel utterly alone. (This is a HUGE one for me. I really resent the friends who can't acknowldge my losses and instead just don't talk to me for a few weeks and then want to catch up like nothing ever happened. This was easier when I had only miscarried once, but given that this has now been an ongoing struggle for my husband and I, I cannot pretend that it didn't happen.)

- Don't say, "It's not your fault." It may not have been my fault, but it was my responsibility and I failed. The fact that I never stood a chance of succeeding only makes me feel worse. This tiny little being depended upon me to bring him safely into the world and I couldn't do it. I was supposed to care for him for a lifetime, but I couldn't even give him a childhood. I am so angry at my body you just can't imagine. ( I am working through tremendous guilt that I have not been able to carry my babies to term. I know there is nothing that I could have done, but my body failed me, and it failed them.)

-Don't say, "Well, you weren't too sure about this baby, anyway." I already feel so guilty about ever having complained about morning sickness, or a child I wasn't prepared for, or another mouth to feed that we couldn't afford. I already fear that this baby died because I didn't take the vitamins, or drank too much coffee, or had alcohol in the first few weeks when I didn't know I was pregnant. I hate myself for any minute that I had reservations about this baby. Being unsure of my pregnancy isn't the same as wanting my child to die - I never would have chosen for this to happen.

-Do say, "I am so sorry." That's enough. You don't need to be eloquent. Say it and mean it and it will matter.

-Do say, "You're going to be wonderful parents some day," or "You're wonderful parents and that baby was lucky to have you." We both need to hear that.

-Do say, "I have lighted a candle for your baby," or "I have said a prayer for your baby."

-Do send flowers or a kind note - every one I receive makes me feel as though my baby was loved. Don't resent it if I don't respond.

-Don't call more than once and don't be angry if the machine is on and I don't return your call. If we're close friends and I am not responding to your attempts to help me, please don't resent that, either. Help me by not needing anything from me for a while. ( I am aware that I have pulled away from a lot of my friends recently. Please do not think it has anything to do with you. It is about me. It is my only way of coping right now, and as I mentioned in an earlier post, for my own self preservation. If you are offended, I am sorry you feel that way, but I am not sorry for doing what's best for me right now.)




If you're my boss or my co-worker:
-Do recognize that I have suffered a death in my family - not a medical condition.

-Do recognize that in addition to the physical after effects I may experience, I'm going to be grieving for quite some time. Please treat me as you would any person who has endured the tragic death of a loved one - I need time and space.

-DO understand if I do not attend baby showers/christening/birthday parties etc. And DON'T ask why I can't come.

Please don't bring your baby or toddler into the workplace. If your niece is pregnant, or your daughter just had a baby, please don't share that with me right now. It's not that I can't be happy for anyone else, it's that every smiling, cooing baby, every glowing new mother makes me ache so deep in my heart I can barely stand it. I may look okay to you, but there's a good chance that I'm still crying every day. It may be months before I can go a whole hour without thinking about it. You'll know when I'm ready - I'll be the one to say, "Did your daughter have her baby?" or, "How is that precious little boy of yours? I haven't seen him around the office in a while."

Above all, please remember that this is the worst thing that ever happened to me. The word "miscarriage" is small and easy. But my baby's death is monolithic and awful. It's going to take me a while to figure out how to live with it. Bear with me.

Gungor


All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us


Monday, August 20, 2012

Purgatory

Some days are harder than others.

This weekend was pretty good though, and I think it's the days that don't seem like I am stuck doing the ordinary that I find leave me feeling the most positive. I think this is because I am able to say that I'm still living and enjoying my life, regardless of where I thought I would be at this point. For example, this weekend my husband and I took the opportunity to enjoy brunch on the beach and then laid in the sun under a cabana for a few hours. At one point, I leaned over to him and said, "you know, if things were different, I would be 35 weeks pregnant right now, and there is NO WAY, I would be sitting in this Florida, August heat and pregnant!" -regardless of which baby I was still pregnant with. Talk about a mood killer though, huh? I also wouldnt have been able to enjoy the bellinis and blood marys we had during brunch. But even though it was a nice day, my heart still got heavy as soon as I made that comment.  My heart is always heavy, but it is heaviest when my mind wanders and I start to think about what I would be doing... if things were different. It's easier for my mind to wander when I am in my regular routine. I suppose this is because I can pretty much make it through my work week on auto-pilot which lets my brain think to much about my grief, but even when we try to get out and break the monotony, I find that my mind still inevidably wanders back to my babies.

Unfortunately, today has been hard. Days at work are generally hard anyway. I have a coworker that is a week behind what I would have been if I had not miscarried our first. She stopped by this morning to introduce her new GAs for the semester and seeing her and how big she has obviously gotten hurts because it is a blarring reminder of my baby and how he isn't here. It's not my coworker's fault that I don't want to see her though. In fact, I like my coworker very much, and I even consider us friends... but since my miscarriage, and subsequent miscarriages, I have found that I have distanced myself from so many people who either have small children, are expecting, or are even trying to conceive. Anything baby related has become off limits to me, and I know that's not fair to the people who have been/want to be in my life, but it's my only way of coping right now. It's self-preservation.

I feel like I am stuck in this awful purgatory where everyone else is able to go about their lives with their babies and move forward, but I am stuck with my feet in cement and can't move. I want to be happy, and I want to experience all of the joys that they have been so blessed to experience, but I'm unable. I don't understand why I can get pregnant (relatively easily in fact, and I can even see healthy heartbeats, but when we get to the 10-11 week mark, things don't go our way.) I've heard all sorts of statistics saying that once you see a heartbeat you have anywhere from a 5-8% chance of miscarrying...I'm no math whiz but that means that the chances of having consecutive miscarriages after seeing a heartbeat each time is below 1%. It just does.not.make.sense.

Gosh, I am rambling today. I am pretty sure most of what I just wrote makes no sense... and that's what happens when your fingers start taking over for your brain. I'm going to call it a day now, and find some wine... lots of wine.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Grace is Sufficient


What are you gonna do
When the doctor comes
Into the waiting room
Puts his hand on you
And says I'm sorry?
What are you gonna say to God
When all you do is pray to God
To take the thorn away?
And all you hear Him say is:

My grace, My grace
My grace is sufficient
My grace is sufficient
What are you gonna do
When your neighbor walks
Into your living room
And you to tell him
Who could deliver them
Like He delivered you?

What are you gonna say to God
When all you do is pray to God
For them to know His name
And all you hear Him say is:

My grace, My grace
My grace is sufficient
My grace is sufficient
My grace, My grace
My grace is sufficient
My grace is sufficient

It's all you need

What are you gonna say to God
When everything you prayed to God
Came your way but you forgot to thank Him?
And all you hear Him say is
My grace

Am I still sad?

So on my birthday, a family member who will remain nameless because I love them so much and do not wish to draw attention specifically to them, wished me a happy birthday and asked me how I was doing. I gave my standard/canned, "alright, trying to move forward and be positive" to which they replied, "oh, so you're still feeling sad?" ::head desk::

I almost had to laugh. I found it that funny... really. What would someone expect me to say? "No, actually, I'm ecstatic! I just found out that I lost my third pregnancy, and that the baby was completely normal and healthy and that it is most likely something to do with me! I'm just giddy over this news!"

Yes, I am still sad. My most recent d&c was only three weeks ago. I still have pregnancy hormones in my system thanks to the pleasant reminder of the faint positive hpts I am still getting... and no, I am not peeing on pregnancy tests bc I am hoping to some how magically be pregnant still. My doctor suggested doing it once a week to track down my hcg levels until I get a negative so that I know when I will start to ovulate again, but I digress. My point was that yes, I am still sad. Of course, I am still sad. I think a part of me will always be sad. I know it will become a smaller part as time moves forward. But time only moves so fast. Yes, I imagine that six months from now I will be a stronger, emotionally healthy person, but that doesn't happen overnight. I have to wake up each morning for roughly the next 180 days to get to that imaginary point six months from now where hopefully I will be a little less sad.

I have a pandora charm bracelet that my mom got me after my first loss. She got a little charm with a sapphire to represent the birthmonth of the baby we expected to welcome next month. I treasure it because it reminds me that even though this baby only existed for 11 weeks, it was so loved and so wanted. Over the course of the last several months, the bracelet has since taken on even more significance as we sadly added additional charms for the losses of our sweet babies. But for my birthday, my mom got me a little clock charm. She told that it represented time, and that time is what would be the thing to make things better. I know she's right.




Thursday, August 16, 2012

Third Day

 
When the rain comes you think that everyone has gone away
When the night falls you wonder if you shouldn't find someplace
To run and hide
Escape the pain
But hiding's such a lonely thing to do
I can't stop the rain from falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain, but I will hold you till it goes away
When the rain comes you blame it on the things that you have done When the storm fades you know the rain has fall'n on everyone
So rest a while
It will be alright
No one loves you like I do

I can't stop the rain from falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain, but I will hold you,
I can't stop the rain from falling down on you again
I can't stop the rain, but I will hold you till it goes away

And now I am 27

So yesterday was my birthday. Normally, this is a cause for great celebration. My mom has always made a huge deal out of them, and I have always looked forward to my birthday each year as this exciting, magically day. I know that as we all grow up, this day becomes less exciting to many, but not for me.

All of that has changed though. This has been a difficult year, and I am sad. I am tired, and I feel such loss... and for whatever reason, as my birthday approached, I began to dread the day. It was a day filled with so many "supposed to be" milestones and the idea of turning a year older was filled with mixed emotions.

I have always been a planner, and for the most part, my life has gone pretty much according to this plan. I met a lovely, perfect boy in high school, fell in love, and married him, I graduated from a good college, got a good job, started graduate school, bought a nice house, practiced my parenting skills on two sweet puppies...and it only made sense that I would become a mom next. This plan that I have followed has also always included the idea that I would have a child when I was 27. My mom was 27 when she had me, and for some reason the age of 27 has always represented motherhood.

But the likelihood of my "planned motherhood" seems to have vaporized into thin air. I was "supposed to be" 35 weeks tomorrow with our first sweet baby (we called him peanut). Celebrating my 27 birthday with a huge, round, fat belly. I had imagined taking one last, final vacation to celebrate this day as we entered the last few weeks of just being a twosome... but that isn't the way it is. But then if that wasnt the way it was really "supposed to be" then surely it was supposed to be that I would be 19 weeks pregnant on this birthday, celebrating my birthday by cutting into a cake filled with either pink or blue filling and learning if our baby would be a he or a she... but as quickly as we discovered our second "would be" blessing, that too disappeared. I guess that wasn't really how it was "supposed to be."

The grief and the tears are still most fresh from what I had truly started to believe would be our "supposed to be" baby. Just a few weeks ago, I had had a conversation with my husband sharing my cautious excitement that we might actually get to announce our pregnancy at a birthday BBQ this weekend... but again, I guess that wasn't "supposed to be."

I am blessed beyond measure in so many areas of my life, but when it comes to motherhood, it just wasnt "supposed to be" this way, and yesterday, my 27th birthday, served as a painful reminder of all the plans I had made, all the hopes I had started to believe would become real, and all the dreams I had so naively bought into.

It is easy to blame God, and to be angry in this situation, but I'm not... really, I'm not. If anything, this horrible nightmare that has gone on for far to many months has made me rely on Him so much more. Everyday, I wake up and make a conscious choice to believe that He is preparing my heart for something that will make all this heartache worth it. He is teaching me that his plans are greater than my plans, and I am choosing to submit my will and the planner in me to his will. It's a process. It's a fight that I have every morning in the car when I cry on the way to work. Because everyday I question why this is happening to me, and why things are the way they are, and why they aren't the way they're "supposed to be." And then everyday, I try to make myself believe what Isaiah wrote... that his thoughts are nothing like my thoughts, and his ways are far beyond anything I could imagine (Isaiah 55:8).

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

No real reason

Hi,

There's no real reason for this blog. I guess I just felt like I needed a place to put all things that touch my heart. I feel such immense loss and sadness after finding out that we lost our third pregnancy at 10 weeks, but dont really have the heart to actually write about it; maybe one day I will. For now though, this is my place to keep all the words, songs, pictures, and verses that help me cope. If anyone ever runs across my little piece of the internet and happens to be going through the same thing, or something similiar, or something entirely different but grieving nonetheless, I hope you find some peace in the things that bring me comfort.

Mercy Me



Why?
The question that is never far away
The healing doesn’t come from the explained
Jesus please don’t let this go in vain
You’re all I have
All that remains

So here I am
What’s left of me
Where glory meets my suffering

I’m alive
Even though a part of me has died
You take my heart and breathe it back to life
I’ve fallen into Your arms open wide
When the hurt and the healer collide

Breathe
Sometimes I feel it’s all that I can do
Pain so deep that I can hardly move
Just keep my eyes completely fixed on You
Lord take hold and pull me through

So here I am
What’s left of me
Where glory meets my suffering

I’m alive
Even though a part of me has died
You take my heart and breathe it back to life
I’ve fallen into your arms open wide
When the hurt and the healer collide

It’s the moment when humanity
Is overcome by majesty
When grace is ushered in for good
And all our scars are understood
When mercy takes its rightful place
And all these questions fade away
When out of the weakness we must bow
And hear You say “It’s over now”

I’m alive
Even though a part of me has died
You take my heart and breathe it back to life
I’ve fallen into your arms open wide
When The hurt and the healer collide

Jesus come and break my fear
Awake my heart and take my tears
Find Your glory even here
When the hurt and the healer collide [x2]

Jesus come and break my fear
Awake my heart and take my tears
Find Your glory even here