struggling
I've decided to write on here for now. I have had a MAJOR life changing experience since I have last wrote anything on here.
About 3 months ago, my husband and I had a miscarriage. It was extremely sudden. I was 19 weeks when our baby girl died. I have been (and still am from time to time) so confused, angry, resentful and a number of other emotions.
When I was first pregnant with Brianna (that is the name we gave her), I had to have progesterone injections 3 times a week for about 3 months. It was very tiring and hard on my body. My progesterone (hormone levels) were extremely low. But the doctor believed that the progesterone shots would help. After about 3 months or so, the nurse called me and let me know that my levels were fine and that I didn't need the shots anymore. So at that point David and I thought we were out of the woods. Brianna was going to be ok.
This past November, I went in for the 18 week ultrasound to find out that she was a girl. We were pleasantly surprised. The ultrasound technician said Brianna looked good and her heart was beating strong.
Then on the week of November 19th, David had to go on a business trip on the East coast. I had another doctor appointment because I had to have a routine Papsmear done. The nurse decided to check the heart tones. When she couldn't hear the heart beat, she called in another nurse and the doctor to check it. Neither of them could find it.
I still wasn't worried about it although I was getting a little concerned that my experienced OB doctor couldn't find it by prodding and poking around on my abdomen so much so that it made me wince and close my eyes and count to help me relax. "She's probably just in a certain position and maybe her back is turned", I thought to myself.
My doctor quickly decided to do an ultrasound. A nurse and him took me into the room and started looking at Brianna. The doctor finally called the technician and asked if something was wrong with the ultrasound wand. She said that it should have been fine.
The doctor looked some more. Then I felt really hot and clammy. The nurse who was sitting down on my left, held my hand. My doctor looked at me and then back at the screen.
"Becky, I have some really bad news...... Your baby's heart has stopped beating. I don't know what happened. I'm so sorry."
It looked like a picture of Brianna, almost identical of the ultrasound picture of the week before.
I kept looking at the screen. I thought that something was wrong with the ultrasound screen.
I looked down at my stomach. I couldn't put it together that Brianna was in there.
"NO! This didn't just happen!!!",I thought to myself.
So the nurse kept holding my hand. She told me that I needed to call my family and my husband.
I told her that David was on a business trip and he wouldn't be home until Saturday.
I called him and tried a few times to get a hold of him. I left a text message and a voicemail to let him know that this was extremely urgent.
When I was able to get a hold of David he was just as shocked as I was. He said he would take the next flight home. So he would be home on Friday instead of Saturday.
In the meantime I called a few friends and got a hold of a girl who happened to be available during the dinner time hour. She came to the doctor's office and picked me up. (The nurse said there was NO way in the world that I would be driving now after I just found out that my baby died!) So my friend took me first to the pharmacy and to get something to eat because I hadn't eaten since lunch. I was in complete shock at this point. I actually thought I felt Brianna move.
It was crazy! I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe it.
Amy (the angel who came and helped me :) dropped me off at home and stayed with me for a while until other arrangements could me made and until someone else could be there with me. My neighbor across the street was watching the boys for me while I had the doctor appointment. While I was in the doctors office I decided to call my Aunt and Uncle who live 1 hour away. They are my closest family. They decided to come and pick me, Eric and Ethan up and take them to their house so we could stay the night. No one wanted me to stay alone that night.
On Saturday, I had to give birth to Brianna. I was induced to go into labor. The labor and birth was the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. She was breech and since she was dead, she couldn't move into a better position. It was awful! I wish I felt the Lord's presence but I didn't. I had to believe that He was there but I was so emotional and sad that I had a very hard time believing that He promises to be with me.
The nurses gave me some medicine to help me to relax. She also told me that I shouldn't need an epidural because Brianna was so small. Ha!! But the worst part of the pain was the crowing and the birthing. I wasn't sure if I could look at her. But then at the last minute I decided to.
She looked so small and red. She had eye lashes and fingernails. It was incredible in a very sad way. I really can't describe it. I was thinking "What happened? What went wrong? Why???!!! Why did this happen? What did I do wrong?"
Looking at Brianna in my lap was horrible. The best way that I can describe it is emotional torture. That's what it was to me.
On Sunday, I was discharged to go home. With no baby... I cried all the way home. Everything seemed so blurry around me.
I was so thankful that my Mom was able to fly up and be with me for 2 weeks. It was so helpful to have her here. She took care of the boys for us while David and I spent some time together grieving and planning for a memorial.
The next few days we decided to plan a memorial service for Brianna. It was held the next Saturday (a few days after Thanksgiving).
My doctor prescribed an anti-depressant for me. I can't honestly say if it has helped. Although I have noticed that it has suppressed and delayed my sadness a little bit. I also feel as though it has made me feel sort of apathetic but I'm not sure if that is what it is.
I recently have weaned myself off of the medicine and now it seems like I cry very easily.
It is very hard to just be a Mom to our boys and a wife to my husband. I am not myself. I don't know when or if I'm ever going to be normal.
I had to get this out. I have decided to not use my facebook account for a while. I hope you all understand.
Please pray for me and my family. We really need it. Thanks! I love you all!
About 3 months ago, my husband and I had a miscarriage. It was extremely sudden. I was 19 weeks when our baby girl died. I have been (and still am from time to time) so confused, angry, resentful and a number of other emotions.
When I was first pregnant with Brianna (that is the name we gave her), I had to have progesterone injections 3 times a week for about 3 months. It was very tiring and hard on my body. My progesterone (hormone levels) were extremely low. But the doctor believed that the progesterone shots would help. After about 3 months or so, the nurse called me and let me know that my levels were fine and that I didn't need the shots anymore. So at that point David and I thought we were out of the woods. Brianna was going to be ok.
This past November, I went in for the 18 week ultrasound to find out that she was a girl. We were pleasantly surprised. The ultrasound technician said Brianna looked good and her heart was beating strong.
Then on the week of November 19th, David had to go on a business trip on the East coast. I had another doctor appointment because I had to have a routine Papsmear done. The nurse decided to check the heart tones. When she couldn't hear the heart beat, she called in another nurse and the doctor to check it. Neither of them could find it.
I still wasn't worried about it although I was getting a little concerned that my experienced OB doctor couldn't find it by prodding and poking around on my abdomen so much so that it made me wince and close my eyes and count to help me relax. "She's probably just in a certain position and maybe her back is turned", I thought to myself.
My doctor quickly decided to do an ultrasound. A nurse and him took me into the room and started looking at Brianna. The doctor finally called the technician and asked if something was wrong with the ultrasound wand. She said that it should have been fine.
The doctor looked some more. Then I felt really hot and clammy. The nurse who was sitting down on my left, held my hand. My doctor looked at me and then back at the screen.
"Becky, I have some really bad news...... Your baby's heart has stopped beating. I don't know what happened. I'm so sorry."
It looked like a picture of Brianna, almost identical of the ultrasound picture of the week before.
I kept looking at the screen. I thought that something was wrong with the ultrasound screen.
I looked down at my stomach. I couldn't put it together that Brianna was in there.
"NO! This didn't just happen!!!",I thought to myself.
So the nurse kept holding my hand. She told me that I needed to call my family and my husband.
I told her that David was on a business trip and he wouldn't be home until Saturday.
I called him and tried a few times to get a hold of him. I left a text message and a voicemail to let him know that this was extremely urgent.
When I was able to get a hold of David he was just as shocked as I was. He said he would take the next flight home. So he would be home on Friday instead of Saturday.
In the meantime I called a few friends and got a hold of a girl who happened to be available during the dinner time hour. She came to the doctor's office and picked me up. (The nurse said there was NO way in the world that I would be driving now after I just found out that my baby died!) So my friend took me first to the pharmacy and to get something to eat because I hadn't eaten since lunch. I was in complete shock at this point. I actually thought I felt Brianna move.
It was crazy! I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe it.
Amy (the angel who came and helped me :) dropped me off at home and stayed with me for a while until other arrangements could me made and until someone else could be there with me. My neighbor across the street was watching the boys for me while I had the doctor appointment. While I was in the doctors office I decided to call my Aunt and Uncle who live 1 hour away. They are my closest family. They decided to come and pick me, Eric and Ethan up and take them to their house so we could stay the night. No one wanted me to stay alone that night.
On Saturday, I had to give birth to Brianna. I was induced to go into labor. The labor and birth was the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. She was breech and since she was dead, she couldn't move into a better position. It was awful! I wish I felt the Lord's presence but I didn't. I had to believe that He was there but I was so emotional and sad that I had a very hard time believing that He promises to be with me.
The nurses gave me some medicine to help me to relax. She also told me that I shouldn't need an epidural because Brianna was so small. Ha!! But the worst part of the pain was the crowing and the birthing. I wasn't sure if I could look at her. But then at the last minute I decided to.
She looked so small and red. She had eye lashes and fingernails. It was incredible in a very sad way. I really can't describe it. I was thinking "What happened? What went wrong? Why???!!! Why did this happen? What did I do wrong?"
Looking at Brianna in my lap was horrible. The best way that I can describe it is emotional torture. That's what it was to me.
On Sunday, I was discharged to go home. With no baby... I cried all the way home. Everything seemed so blurry around me.
I was so thankful that my Mom was able to fly up and be with me for 2 weeks. It was so helpful to have her here. She took care of the boys for us while David and I spent some time together grieving and planning for a memorial.
The next few days we decided to plan a memorial service for Brianna. It was held the next Saturday (a few days after Thanksgiving).
My doctor prescribed an anti-depressant for me. I can't honestly say if it has helped. Although I have noticed that it has suppressed and delayed my sadness a little bit. I also feel as though it has made me feel sort of apathetic but I'm not sure if that is what it is.
I recently have weaned myself off of the medicine and now it seems like I cry very easily.
It is very hard to just be a Mom to our boys and a wife to my husband. I am not myself. I don't know when or if I'm ever going to be normal.
I had to get this out. I have decided to not use my facebook account for a while. I hope you all understand.
Please pray for me and my family. We really need it. Thanks! I love you all!
13 Comments:
At 12:29 AM , Unknown said...
My dear Becky, your story easily makes the tears flow! I Feel your pain! And, am so sorry! I can't even begin to know what you went through back in November, and what you have been feeling since then. My heart aches so much for you! Be assured that Daddy & I constantly pray for you & David. Struggles and trials are good because they cause us to depend on the Lord. It is natural at times to be angry, confused, bitter, emotional...you name it! God Does know what you are feeling and He cares! Even when the answers to the whys, and if onlys aren't there, God understands. He has a plan for you...a Good plan! (Jeremiah 29:11). God doesn't always reveal his plans and purposes to us, He just wants us to trust Him. (And, I confess, that I have a difficult time with this myself). When God's purposes and plans are fulfilled, and He calls us all home, we will understand it more by and by!
I love you, Becky! When we all get to heaven, we will see clearly then! Our questions will be answered, we'll see our loved ones that have gone before us, but most importantly, we will be with Jesus! Cling to Him, even when you don't "feel" Him, He will never leave you! Love U, my daughter!
Love, Mom :)
At 12:40 AM , ioi said...
Oh, Becky! You'll definitely be in our prayers. I don't know how well you remember me from when we were kids, but I'm willing to be a listening ear if you need one. My email is might be at telus dot net. I can only begin to imagine the enormity of your pain. But God is there and He has a reason for all of this. We may never discover it down here, and it seems impossible, but one day we'll understand and be eternally thankful for the things we endured, learned from and grew because of.
I wish I could give you a hug right now.
Your sister by Grace,
~ Joy
At 9:43 AM , Becky said...
This post is exactly what happened to us 3 months ago. I haven't typed it out or written it down. So this the first time. I just wanted to get it out. It might be helpful to someone some day. I hope it encourages someone who has gone through a similar experience.
I hope I didn't offend anyone.
At 9:43 AM , Becky said...
This post is exactly what happened to us 3 months ago. I haven't typed it out or written it down. So this the first time. I just wanted to get it out. It might be helpful to someone some day. I hope it encourages someone who has gone through a similar experience.
I hope I didn't offend anyone.
At 9:55 AM , Dinybaby said...
Oh Becky, You have been through a very emotional ordeal. As I read your blog, I couldn't keep back the tears. I wish I could give you a HUG! Please know that we LOVE you & David very much! We continue to pray for you both.
Love you tons,
Dianna & Sam
At 10:43 AM , Unknown said...
Love U, my daughter! ~Mom :)
At 11:28 PM , Anonymous said...
i just know God will use your pain to be a blessing one day to someone else going through such loss and sadness. In the meantime, i pray you feel His love and grace on you as you grieve. Thank you for sharing your story and I'm so sorry.
big long HUG
-melanie
At 1:00 AM , Heather L. said...
Dear Becky,
I only came across your blog because I have a "google alert" subscription that tells me when any new posts online using my business name (Mom 4 Life) come up. After reading your post and seeing that you live in WA (I live in ID) I had to comment and just send you my love and support. There are many things that we can endure as mothers but losing a baby has got to be one of the worst. No words can describe it and no one can understand it unless they have walked down that same road that you have. I am deeply sorry for your extreme loss. My blog tells my own story of loss. It starts here at the bottom of the page (the May 5th post) http://mom4life.typepad.com/mom_4_life/from_a_mom_4_life/page/3/ if you ever feel like reading the story of someone else who has been down that road. My son died 3 weeks before my due date in 2008. God has carried me and taught me many things since then, I know he will do the same for you if you let Him.
Sending hugs, Heather
At 12:01 AM , Unknown said...
Still lifting you up in prayer, Becky! Love U!! :)
At 6:33 AM , holly said...
Becky,
I was 18 weeks pregnant when I had a miscarriage in 2002. I have some books if you would like me to send them to you. It was the most awful thing I have ever gone through and I am really sorry to hear that you had to go through the same thing. If you want to email me or call, feel free. Take care.
Holly
holly2578@hotmail.com
412-225-7149
At 5:19 PM , Mary said...
Becky,
I ached so bad for you when I first heard that you had lost your little girl. My sister also lost a little girl three weeks before she was due. She still struggles with it I think, even though she has had two more boys since then. She just had the last a week ago. She's on facebook and has her name as Raylori Lee, maybe you guys could talk. It might help to have someone else that can understand what you're going through. I'll try to remember to pray for healing from your loss.
Mary
At 3:58 PM , Gina said...
Hey Becky,
I love that you're going to the bible study with me. I love that we got to spend Monday night sitting on the floor talking about how God is moving. I pray for you everyday. I'm so EXCITED when I hear that God is comforting you. And I'm going to miss you so much!
I love you!
At 12:00 AM , Kirsten said...
Becky, I'm so glad I found you here!!! I've been wondering how you were (I'm not on FB anymore) and am glad to know how to pray more specifically for you. I'm also glad you wrote this out and am thankful for your honesty. I have had times when I felt, frankly, ignored by God, and I sure wish I would've talked it out with someone instead of trudging along--putting it out there is, I think, an important step!!
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