My Family

My Family
July 2011

When I decided to start a blog like this it was a very hard decision. Not only do I feel like I really am not “seasoned” enough to offer advice or guidance about life experiences, but it is also very hard to relive and put into words some of the hardest moments in my recent experience with the loss of my angel baby, Gabriel Michael (9/18/2011). I talked to a few people that said they waited years before they wrote about their journey through the loss of their own baby, but God keeps bringing this blog back to my mind and reminding me that there will be someone that might need this, the parts that I can write about, tomorrow or next week or next year. I am unsure about how much I will write. I do know that it may take years to actually put my entire journey into words, but if what I am dealing with today can help someone tomorrow I want to share it. This blog might seem like pages from a personal journal, and for good reason! I want to be as real and honest to my friends as possible. I want you to be able to read about the raw and painful moments that God can and will carry you through if you allow Him. I believe God can use this blog to help others because a year ago in August I read someones blog about her journey through the loss of her baby and God brought that blog back to the forefront of my mind while I was in labor with Gabriel. And a couple months ago I read a lady's blog about her current pregnancy and how the loss of her last baby taught her to cherish holding her baby in her womb because it might be the only time she gets to hold him. Their words were uncensored when it comes to trying to make me, the reader, feel more comfortable. They were honest and transparent when it came to their grief and reactions to their loss. If these words helped me I pray my words will help someone through their journey. I do not write this for people to see how strong I am, but to see how good God is! I don't want for people to feel sorry for me, but for people to read through the good, the bad, and the ugly and say “I hope if I am ever put in this situation I don't do that!” or “I hope that God is as real to me as He was to her!” Through all of my journey my biggest hope is that God's amazing grace will shine through to you as bright and magnificent as it was to me in my darkest hours!


Friday, November 11, 2011

Chapter 2 - Trouble Starts

July- August 2011

The first few weeks were very smooth. We enjoyed a trip to the beach with lots of fun in the waves and hours enjoying the sun! I was in no hurry to schedule an appointment because I was still early and knew it would be a few weeks until they would see me anyway. Other than the expected fatigue and upset stomach I really felt great until the last week of July. I started experiencing some pretty intense pain across my back and my belly so I scheduled an appointment to get checked out. The doctor expressed concern that I was experiencing a ectopic pregnancy and sent me for a sonogram to verify if the pregnancy was in the fallopian tube or in the uterus where it should be. The ultrasound showed the baby in the uterus measuring 6 weeks and 2 days. The baby was as high and close to the top of the uterus as he could get but we could still see a heart beat and everything looked good. The doctors decided the pain was likely caused from kidney stones and and that I should go home and see if I could "flush" the stones on my own.
Sonogram picture of Gabriel Michael: 6 weeks 2 days

The pain continued for the next several days and then I started spotting so I went back to the doctor for another ultrasound that showed the baby was still okay. The docs sent me home with orders to "take it easy and try not to worry everything is fine" so that is what I did.
                                           7 weeks 6 days

 That night I was laying in bed when I had a very sharp severe pain across my belly. It only lasted a few seconds so I decided it was gas pain and not anything to worry about. A couple minutes later my mind was changed, I felt and heard a snap in my belly and immediately started bleeding VERY heavily. I was bleeding so bad that I knew there was no way my baby would survive. After calming myself down and getting my kids to bed I called the doctor. To my relief it was my regular doctor on call, I explained what had happened and that I was pretty sure I was miscarrying. (I had had other miscarriages and NEVER bled this bad so I figured it was a safe assumption) Dr. F told me that as long as the bleeding let up I was safe to wait until monday since it was Friday night and she did not want me sitting in the ER for hours for someone to tell me something I already knew. So we waited and began to try and deal with the loss of yet another pregnancy. Monday morning I went in for my third ultrasound in 2 weeks, my husband took off work to be with me to hear the news we had prepared for all weekend. I did not even let the technician turn my screen on for me to see. I knew my baby was gone, I did not need to see it. When the tech started the sono my husband hit my leg and told me to look, the baby was FINE! We were completely shocked and excited! The doctors later told me that there was a small pocket of blood between the wall of the uterus and the baby's sack that was a small tear. She said I needed to "take it easy" and put me on bed rest, but that eventually the baby would grow into that space.
                                              8 weeks 2 days

After this appointment was when I really started to get excited about our baby! I was no longer worrying about what was gonna be "wrong" with the baby when he got here, but awe struck by God's hand protecting the tiny precious life growing inside me. God's grace enveloped me after this appointment and I began to see His goodness every time I turned around. The recognition that no matter how bad things might get God is always right and God is always good was an everyday lesson in our lives.
On August 25th I had a nurse visit and a sono with a quick "looking good" from the doctor. Although I was still on bed rest things were calming down and we were settling in. Since I was only 2 days shy of 11 weeks now and needing to pull my maternity clothes out I decided it was time to tell the kiddos so I did not have to dodge any more questions from inquiring minds. My kids were so excited and their excitement just helped my excitement swell!
                                           10 weeks 5 days

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