My pediatrician did not know that I lost two babies. It was a timing issue mostly. Quentin has a March birthday, and I wasn’t pregnant yet when we went in for his Well Child visit. By September when it was time to take Theo in for his Well Child visit for his birthday, I had lost Nelle – just two weeks prior. I remember going into that appointment thinking “Do I say something? What would I say? It probably won’t come up.” And it didn’t.
I had my annual female exam today. First time I have been in my OB/GYN office in over two-and-a-half years for a non-pregnancy related visit. My first visit when I was pregnant with Nelle would have been around May of 2015, when I was about 8 weeks pregnant. The exact date is not important to anyone but me. It was a bit surreal, to walk into that building and know that there would be no discussion of medications, or risk factors, or how many weeks along I was. Continue reading
My six-week postpartum appointment was this morning. It felt like a definitive “end” to such a long journey. No more pregnancy-related appointments, ever. I spent time picking out what to wear, as if I wanted to convey “See? Even five years older, tired, and dealing with a baby after loss, I can still bounce back!” The medical staff would not even notice my effort. It was more of an assurance for myself. Continue reading
I have had so many bad dreams. The one that reoccurred the most was a doctor telling me that something was wrong, or that I had lost a baby, followed by me screaming “No. No. NO!” I would wake from fitful sleep, often drenched in sweat or tangled in my blankets. Continue reading
Use the belief others have in you until you are strong enough to carry that same belief in yourself.
Last night, I said to Ger “I’m doing ok.” Then I woke up shortly before midnight, drenched in sweat, and realized “I’m really not ok.” It is now five days. And by the end of the day, it will be four and a half. Continue reading