Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Teenagers make it look like having babies is easy...

Today I found out that another one of my girlfriends has had a miscarriage.  Every time I hear of someone having a miscarriage it brings back all the emotions I felt with mine.

It all seems so unfair.  I mean look at all of the unwanted babies out there.  Sixteen year olds have unwanted pregnancies everyday!  And then you get couples - good, Godly, have done everything right couples - who either have trouble getting pregnant or staying pregnant.  As a kid you are told, "Don't have sex, you'll get pregnant and you're not ready to have a baby!" Then you get married and sex is good and right and you are ready to have a baby, but then things don't seem that easy.  How ironic?!

Truth is one in four pregnancies end in miscarriage.  Unfortunately, I am one of the 25%.  Here is my story...

In late summer of 2008, Bryan and I decided to start trying to start a family.  We weren't sure if we'd get pregnant right away so we were surprised when it worked with the first try!  We had planned it out just right.  The baby would be due in May, and since I was a teacher, I would take maternity leave for the rest of the year and then would have all summer to spend with the baby.  We were so excited and told everyone immediately.  I didn't think miscarriage could even be a possibility.

Everything was going great for about 6 1/2 weeks.  I wasn't sick or tired at all.  Then I noticed that my breasts weren't tender and sore anymore.  In retrospect, it should have sent up a red flag, but I was just glad that symptom had gone away and I was ready to see what symptom I'd have next.  For two weeks, nothing new happened.  Then in my eighth week, I started bleeding.  I asked around and was reassured by many that a little bleeding is normal and not to worry.

The next weekend we traveled to Charlotte to celebrate the many birthdays in our family in October.  Bryan, his mom, my mom, and myself were all looking at baby stuff in Babies R Us when I started to feel crampy.  I went to the bathroom and saw that my bleeding had picked up.  I knew something was wrong but decided to keep it to myself just to be sure.  I couldn't stay in that store anymore though or I would lose it.  I came out and told everyone I didn't see anything I liked and wanted to leave.  As much as I was trying to hide it, both Bryan and my mom knew something was wrong with me.  After leaving, I told them and we decided to wait it out to see what would happen over the weekend.  If it continued, I would go to the doctor on Monday.  Well that plan was short lived.  When we got home, my bleeding was even worse than before.  I called Bryan and my mom in and as soon as my mom saw it she said, "We need to take you to the hospital now!"  At the hospital, they did an ultrasound and everything looked great. Plus, my bleeding had virtually stopped.  There wasn't a heartbeat, which they said was normal since I was only measuring six weeks pregnant.  I kept trying to tell them that couldn't be right because I knew I was 9 weeks.  I knew the exact day we conceived.  This should have sent up another red flag, but the doctor assured me I must've been wrong and we left the hospital with a lot of hope.

The next day Bryan and I left to go home and the entire way I had horrible cramps.  We got home and my bleeding was horrible again.  I fell apart in the middle of the bathroom.  This time, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I knew that I was losing the baby.  We went to the doctor first thing the next morning and they confirmed it...I was having a miscarriage.  Because I had been bleeding for a week, we decided the best option was a D&C.  Plus, this would ensure that I would not have to go through the emotional pain of actually having to see the full miscarriage.  The rest of the day is a blur to me.  It was filled with more crying than you can imagine and the dread of knowing that in 24 hours there would no longer be a little baby inside of me.

At the hospital, the next day is when I started to see God's hand in everything again.  The doctor that was doing the D&C came in and shut the curtain with a long look on his face.  I immediately thought, "Uh oh, what's wrong now?"  Instead of bringing me bad news, he asked if we (myself, Bryan, my mom, and my stepdad) could all join hands and pray before he did the procedure.  Right there, in the middle of that small prayer, God showed up.  I knew He had sent Dr. Stallard to me.  I couldn't believe that of all the doctors, I got one who loved the Lord and who knew how devastating this was to all of us.  The D&C went smoothly and in a couple of hours I was home, resting, and no longer pregnant.

The next several weeks were absolute torture.  Bryan and I were a wreck.  We were angry at God, mourning our loss, and were unsure we even wanted to get pregnant again out of fear that it would happen all over again.  I knew neither one of us would be able to take that.  Then God sent many amazing women my way who helped Bryan and I realize that this was not His will, that He was mad with us, and that we would one day see that baby again.

We slowly started to heal and then Bryan had a very vivid dream.  He dreamt that we had a little girl with blonde hair and freckles and we kept calling her Emma.  This was strange because that was not even a name we had considered.  The next morning he looked up the meaning of the name and was blown away by it.  Emma means, "To be made whole and complete."  We both know that God was telling Bryan that the baby we lost was a little girl and that her name is Emma.  She is up in heaven waiting to meet us, and has been made whole and complete.

Following doctors orders, we waited three months before trying to get pregnant again.  We were super excited and it happened, again, on the first try.  This time everything went just as expected.  I had all of the horrible symptoms of pregnancy, which were miserable, but I was thankful for.  It helped me know that everything was just fine with the baby.  On October 1, 2009, we welcomed Jackson Cole into the world.  It is amazing to me, the timing of it all.  God gave me a baby exactly a year after I was miscarrying my first.  Jackson is the love of our lives.  I know that every parent is thankful for their children, but considering that we lost one, I feel Bryan and I are so much more appreciative for Jackson! He is our little miracle baby!

Thanks for reading...XOXO

5 comments:

  1. As a woman who has also suffered a miscarriage and is now pregnant again (with twins) and due the same time I found out I was pregnant the last time, this was a sad read. But not in the sense of depression but in encouragement. We don't really understand why bad things happen (especially to Godly people), but if we hold hope and faith in Christ and God's plan for our lives (whether it be exactly what we think it ought to be), He will show us His perfect plan for our lives. Not that it doesn't make our pain easy to bear or that we will never be hurt or angry with our circumstances, but I have seen evidence in my life that God is good all the time (even when the world is not - as it's not supposed to be) and He hears the prayers of the faithful. I am thankful for His plan even when it has meant some pain and growth for me. I am happy to have a friend that walks with the Lord and is transparent in her walk. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. I am amazed by your strength. Thank you for having such a Godly heart. We have never met and you have touched my life in many ways.

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  3. If anyone deserves to be a mother, it's you, Lindsey! It's very brave of you to share this with everyone!

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  4. Hey Lindsay-
    I haven't shared with many my experience with Miscarriage but I also had the same thing happen. Mine happened to be with my second pregnancy and I was 13 weeks pregnant. I found out I was pregnant December 25th, 2007 and I miscarried on February 14th, 2008. I did end up getting pregnant right away with my sweet boy Brayson, I do agree it was very hard to go through I never wish that on anyone. I also had to have the D and C.

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  5. This is beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your experience and helping others that are experiencing the same thing.

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