{Warning: This post contains some graphic portions and a few bad words. I apologize in advance... Nope, not really.}
Two weeks ago, Husband and I experienced what could possibly be the best day of our lives.
He was out of town training for the weekend and I expected him home at any moment. While cleaning, I found a pregnancy test that I had tucked away some months ago after a "not pregnant" showed up for what seemed like the millionth time in a year and a half (see our infertility struggle here). My mind got the best of me (hey, I'm a daydreamer) and I thought about how nice it would be to surprise Husband with a "pregnant" on the stick that currently lied in my hands. So, I figured... What could it hurt to take one more? After all, I am a week late and though that is quite normal for my circumstances, I'll just go ahead and take a whack at it.
I left it in our bathroom and went to the kitchen where I proceeded to talk to Dog as I fed him. As I walked back into the bathroom, I noticed something I had never seen before on the HPT.
This is what I saw...
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! FINALLY!!!
I called my family, crying (of course). Then, Husband came home and his face said it all... He was so, so happy. We both were. But, much to my family's insistence (and my utter disbelief), we rushed out to get some more HPT's. About 10 of them, actually.
Two error codes, two negatives, and one more positive the following morning, led us to the doctor's office. Sure enough... I was 5 weeks pregnant. Early, but still definitely pregnant. We just couldn't believe it.
"I have a baby inside me", I said about every five minutes.
Over the next few days, I kept going in for blood level checks (HCG levels) to make sure this baby was growing. Levels were going up... Slowly, but they were increasing.
Our parents and a few select people close to us soon found out that we would be welcoming a baby into the world. Happy cheers and dances, cries of joy, and great encouragement filled the phone lines as we broke the news to our nearest and dearest. We always promised each other that nobody, except for our parents and a few close friends, would know about a pregnancy until we reach the "safe zone". And that's what we did. We kept reminding everyone that this was still very early and considering I have many complications, this already was considered a high-risk pregnancy.
As much as we tried to not get overly excited until it was considered "safe" too, we couldn't help but talk baby names, nursery ideas, shower plans, etc. Husband was hoping for a boy {secretly, so was I}.
Saturday was the worst day of our lives.
At 7 weeks pregnant, Husband and I lost our baby.
I was at work and suddenly felt slight cramping (which I was told was normal). Around noon, I started spotting and the cramps became more frequent. By 2.30, I was full on bleeding and really cramping. As I drove home, I wept with my Sister and Momma on the phone. No words are sufficient in describing the fear I felt. I knew what was happening and there was nothing I could do about it.
Husband and I rushed to the Emergency Room. The doctors were cold, the nurses handed out fake smiles, and compassion seemed to have no place there. After ultrasounds that showed no baby, HCG levels that lowered by the hundreds, and cramps/bleeding that only got worse, they told us that it was true. We were having a miscarriage. I was to go home and "pass the baby" in the comfort of my own home.
The drive home felt like it took hours. My Momma and Daddy sat with their ears to the phone as I wept uncontrollably while Husband picked up some food for us. All I wanted was to be home and in my family's arms.
Heartbreak. Hopelessness. Anger. Bitterness. Fear. Loneliness. Grief.
The pain I experienced physically is indescribable. Never have I experienced such pain like that. One lady described it as, "Contractions without the happy ending". And though I know not what they feel like, I'll take her word for it since she has experienced it. Husband wanted to help, but there was nothing for anyone to do. I just wanted it to end.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as screams of pain left my mouth and the vision of blood frightened me for hours on end.
The emotional pain...
I flushed my baby down a toilet.
I never saw an ultrasound of my baby nor will I ever get to see them for the first time. There won't be pregnancy announcements, gender reveals, baby showers, or maternity pictures. I'll never feel Baby kick for the first time. We will never know if Baby was a boy or girl, redhead or blonde, blue-eyed or brown-eyed. No nursery to put together, no big plans to make.
All the doctors swear it's normal as they spit out statistics and facts. They claim that "it was too early to even be a real pregnancy". They assure me that my body will recuperate in no time and that I will forget it even happened.
Having a baby die inside you is NOT normal. Having to "pass" your baby into a toilet is NOT normal. Having to hold your wife for hours on end as she cries uncontrollably is NOT normal. Having to let numerous doctors examine you inside and out with different instruments is NOT normal. Having a doctor tell you that you just lost your little miracle is NOT normal.
Heartless bastards.
{excuse me}
I will never get to be a mother to my first child. And after a year and a half of praying and begging God for children, my heart is shattered into more than a million pieces. I never knew a heart could hurt so much. I never knew I could grieve over something so new and unknown to me... I never knew I could miss something so much.
Until you have experienced it, you really don't know how it feels. I do know how it feels now and I do not wish this on anybody, ever. You think you are prepared for something like this to happened, but you are not. Nothing can prepare you for this.
For Husband and I, the grieving process is not over. It's all still so fresh and present. The road to recovery is going to be long and full of not-so-happy days. But, we believe in a God that has full control of our lives. He is a Wonderful Creator, a Mighty Healer, and an Omniscient King that has never left us on our own. We may never know the "why's", but He does and that is sufficient for us. We have faith that He will give us children, one way or another, and we believe He can do miracles every day. He will heal our hearts, renew our minds, and bless our faithfulness to Him.
While we are sharing this publicly, we do ask that you respect our privacy and give us a little space. I share this because it is releasing to me and because I need to write about it. We understand that people will mean well with their words and we greatly appreciate it, but for right now, we ask that you {please} refrain from messaging, emailing, texting, or calling us. We would, however, appreciate your prayers during this grieving and healing process. Thank you.
Sweet Baby of Ours...
We love you so much.
I am sorry that I never got to nurture and nourish you fully. I am sorry I never got to cradle you in my arms, kiss you on your forehead, or show you just how much I love you. From the moment we found out that you came to be, we loved you.
I know God is taking care of you until we get there. We look forward to the day when we see your face for the first time and can touch you, hold you, and hear your voice. You will always be our first child and no one will ever replace you.
Love you forever and ever,
Your Mommy and Daddy


















