Sunday, January 28, 2007

Miscarriage

Although I pray in hope, I am not surprised when the doctor can find no heartbeat. A few minutes later in the ultrasound room, the lights are turned down and the doctor peers at the grainy images on the screen. Inside the dark shape of my uterus where there should be a kicking, flapping little being, there is only a tiny quiet fuzzy blur. The doctor leans closer, squinting and blinking, readjusting the angle.
Darkness. Stillness. Emptiness.

The doctor finally leans back in his chair to give me his speech and I try to concentrate on his words. I am not surprised and yet shocked to my core. I can be stone-faced with his solemn business manner, but afterward when the nurse gives me a hug, I crumble.

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In the days and weeks that follow, the weight of our loss is in constant painful focus. This little someone has left us. We have lost a child, our second child is already gone.

In the initial raw shock and grief, simple things like an empty shoe box in my closet cause me to break into tears, even though I'm holding the shoes in my other hand.
It is so hard to get my mind around the fact that there's been a death inside my body.
I feel so tainted by this failure.
I have a constant stream of theories going through my head of what made this happen. Was it something I ate? Did I do something wrong? (That must be it.) Or is it just my turn to have some rain in my life? I know God doesn't have "oops" moments, but like the Sesame Street character, "I WANNA KNOW Y!"
In the beginning, I had a passing thought that maybe this little person had so much wrong with it--and that's why it couldn't develop--that it really wasn't a person, just a little hunk of tissue that was inside me for awhile.
But that's so wrong. It was a little living human being, and as such it had a soul. She was alive and grew for approximately seven weeks and then for some incomprehensible reason, died. Like the story of the workers who were paid the same wages whether they worked in the vineyard all day or only for an hour, this little one had a soul as unique and treasured as an eighty year old's. She just didn't get to stay in the "vineyard" very long.

I so long for this little one and wish I could have her back. Instead, I have to learn to say goodbye.
"Give us grace, we beseech thee, to entrust the soul of this child to thy never-failing care and love..." from The Book of Common Prayer.
As one so tiny, helpless and wordless, I commend her to Jesus' arms. I know she is safe there and not crying and lost, wandering among the stars. I look forward to someday meeting this lovely one. And as much as it hurts, I do not regret that she lived. It was a privilege to be her mother, though for such a short time. I know her life has something to teach me, though the lesson is beyond me now. I know my life is forever changed because of her, insignificant she may have seemed. Even though I never met her, her absence makes a lasting hole in my life. I will always dearly miss this little one.
And how I look forward to meeting her someday.

5 comments:

jennifer said...

oh Rena... I so feel for your loss and wish I could hug you and make it all better...
I cried reading this like it was my own story as I am so connected to you, my dear friend...

I am always here for you...

It's so hard not knowing why these things happen...

aenaia said...

I am very sorry for your loss, Rena. I can only imagine the grief that you must feel. Hold on, friend. Just hold on and trust that the Lord always has a plan for each one of us, including your little angel. God bless you.

Joelle said...

Rena, I'm so sorry for your loss. I'll pray that you and Brent feel God's peace during this time of grieving. I cried reading your post also. You chose a lovey name for your daughter.

RD said...

I can't imagine how painful this must be. What a beautiful name you gave her. I'm so sorry for your loss.

Liza's Eyeview said...

One day we'll all be together and you'll see Anna Hope in heaven (I saw that nice botton Anna Hope so I assumed that's her)

I lost our first baby in a miscarriage. I know how you were feeling when you posted this...and I know that there's always that soft spot in your heart that would feel a tinge of sadness when you remember your precious one...even when time passes by. As I've told my friend who lost her baby...think of it this way...we have the greatest babysitter we can ever find taking care of our little baby at this time....that's our Lord in heaven and his mighty host of angels. I'm sure she's having a grand time as she waits for all of us.

BY THE WAY, the song that I posted today...if you click on the You Tube link that I placed at the end of the lyrics, it's take you to You Tube where you can listen to the song while watching a slide show. It's amazing. The first time I heard he song, I thought it was ok, the next time I listened to it I thought it's magnificent! It's simply wonderful. I hope your browser will allow the video to play. Go try it.

And last but not the least, THANK YOU for your kind words. I am very glad thatyou are visiting my blog.

:) Liza