Pregnancy After Miscarriage

In my post about my miscarriage, I touched on what pregnancy was like for me after my miscarriage.  While I understand everyone’s experience is vastly different, my pregnancy after miscarriage was a huge emotional roller coaster.  I think many people, including myself, thought that a positive pregnancy test after what we’d been through would be a ray of sunshine and hope.  And while there were those moments, for sure, there were also many, many moments of worry and concern over this new baby’s journey.

Just four months into this pregnancy, I began leaking fluids and panicked.  I prepared myself for the worst and how I would be able to handle another heartbreak.  All turned out to be fine, thank goodness, but this was one of many moments when I braced myself for the worst.  Even at the birth, our little sweetheart had shoulder dystocia, a cord wrapped around his neck, and an arm positioned around his neck as he made his entrance.  When I was finally done birthing, I pulled myself up, saw he was a boy, and collapsed, still holding onto the fear that perhaps he hadn’t made it.

I felt that fragility about his life for many days and weeks and months after he was born, and it sucked.  Of course, as a mama, I want to have faith in my kids and their journeys and this world I’ve helped bring them into.  I want to trust in their strong bodies and their resilience.  But sometimes that’s just hard to do.  And because of my miscarriage, that was REALLY hard for me to do for a long time.

Today, our little man is running around the house, happy and crazy and loving and so very loved.  He is very strong and healthy and loves to show us how fast he is.  I’m still a mama who worries, probably more than most.  But, that panicked feeling I used to carry as an undercurrent has finally subsided.  And that is truly a blessing in and of itself.

One of the trickiest things I remember when I first got pregnant five months after the miscarriage was how to announce the news to my family.  It felt so much more weighty than a typical announcement, and so this is the letter I wrote:

 


I’ve learned so much this year.  What outwardly might sound like such a heart-breaking thing – a miscarriage – has actually left me with deep gratitude and so many opportunities for growth.

~I’ve learned our sweet spring baby signed on for a most courageous journey that helped and continues to help shape our lives.

~I’ve learned you can love a soul with all your being, even though you’ve never met.

~Despite some of my hesitations about Western medicine or hospitals, I’ve learned that the doctors, nurses, and staff I saw in June were Angels doing God’s work with skill, kindness, and compassion.

~And despite my extreme squeamishness about blood and needles, I’ve learned that whenever and wherever I can, I will be donating blood.  I will always remember the feeling of most profound gratitude as I watched someone else’s blood enter my body and save my life.

~I’ve learned that many, many women and families have their own sad stories.  Friends and acquaintances came out of the woodworks sharing their miscarriage experiences with me.  There is no “safe zone” in pregnancy or in life.  All you can do is breathe, love, have faith, and be present.

~Even though I used to skirt around other people’s tough topics, I’ve learned that many people really do want to talk about stuff.  That’s all I’ve wanted to do.  When other people are brave enough to ask how I am doing with everything, they don’t make me sad.  They invite me to talk.  To process.  To heal.

~I’ve learned that once a woman reaches age 35, she will likely be bombarded with frightening medical stats and exhaustive risk lists if she so much as thinks the word, “pregnancy.”

~I’ve learned just how incredible our friends and families are.  In a situation where other women may have regretted sharing their baby news early on, I was so grateful we had.  The outpouring of love and support helped more than I can say.

~I’ve learned that (our daughter) is even stronger than the tough little cookie I had already known her to be. She stayed up all night in the ER this June with zero fussing or meltdowns, watching her mama during some very intense moments. She came through everything with an effortless and deep understanding of what our baby’s soul had signed on for. This very proud and loving Big Sister kissed my belly for months and months after the miscarriage to send the kisses to Baby in Heaven.

~I’ve learned that (my husband) is more supportive than I ever thought possible.  He radiated calm and reassurance when I needed it, despite the panic he later admitted to feeling.  He’s literally been a shoulder to cry on—loud, deep sobs I never knew existed.  And all the while he’s here, listening, loving, and supporting what I need to work through, while processing his own stuff as well.

~I’ve learned that even though Baby was only here 10 1/2 weeks, Baby will be in our hearts forever.  There’s no forgetting, no replacing.

~For many months, I viewed my experience as an example of powerlessness and weakness.  I’ve learned now to start viewing it as quite the opposite.  To suddenly lose our baby’s life and come so close to losing my own.  To physically experience what I did and come through it.  To take such an experience and look right at it and feel the sadness and loss and fear, instead of ignoring them…These are all examples of my body and soul’s strengths.

~I’ve learned that in the place I was fractured, my soul is growing back stronger.

 

I write all this so you know where I’m coming from…still processing, still healing, still a messy, wonderful, crazy mix of emotions and thoughts—sadness, relief, anxiety, gratitude, fear, confusion, comfort, faith, insecurity, hopefulness…

But the only one that really matters right now, the only one I can let win out right now is love.  Love for so many things.  Love for so many people, friends, and family.  Love for (my husband) and (our daughter) and myself.  Love for our sweet spring baby who will always be in our hearts…

 

…and Love for our new baby growing in my tummy now!

Will you join us in loving this new baby?

-estimated arrival July/August-


 

When I had my miscarriage, I scoured the Internet for articles and information.  I wanted to read other people’s experiences and not feel so alone.

When I got pregnant after miscarriage, I did the same, but found surprisingly little.  I wanted to post this for my past self and for anyone who might be helped by it, even a little bit.  Sending out so much love.

 

Other posts you might be interested in:

My Miscarriage

Care Packages

It is definitely a time for care packages.  There are so many circumstances right now that call for a little (or a lot of) extra love, whether it’s sickness or loneliness or a family effected financially.  Even just a general cheer boost is so very needed right now.

When I hear about someone is struggling, whether it’s during Covid or otherwise, I always want to reach out and do something.  I often struggle though with where to begin.  What to say.  What to send.  Especially when the circumstances are very tough, it’s hard to know just what to do.

I’ve been the very grateful recipient of some amazing care packages and gestures during times I really needed it, and this has been a big help in me getting over the hurdle of overthinking things and just reaching out with what feels right at the time.

 

The occasions when a care package is a good idea are endless, but here’s a small list based on when I’ve received or sent one:

–Expecting a new baby
–After a miscarriage 
–After an operation or surgery or treatment
–A birthday
–After a divorce or break-up
–For the parents or siblings after a new baby’s arrival
–For a big celebration- new job, new house, new pet, retirement
–When someone is sick
–After losing a loved one
–For someone who will be alone on a holiday
–After a major life event, happy or sad

 

Obviously, the occasions are limitless.  Every care package I’ve received over the years has put so much joy into my heart.  And while something sent via an online store is fun too, there is definitely something extra special about the time and effort of a hand-packed package.  So, here are some ideas for what to put inside:

Homemade cookies (These usually travel well, unless there are terrible mail delays.  I often make the cookies ahead of time and freeze them for a few days to give them a little extra chance.  I think homemade cookies are good for pretty much any occasion.  (A friend even sent a whole box of cookies to us after my mother-in-law passed away, and they were very much welcomed and appreciated.)

–Store-bought food goodies (After I gave birth to my first kiddo, my sister sent a whole package of baby/mini-sized store-bought snacks for me, and I still think back to how wonderful those tasted.  New mamas are HUNGRY!)

Homemade granola  {If I’m sending homemade treats in a priority box where weight doesn’t matter, I love reusing/upcycling glass jars to package them.  There are also eco-friendly, compostable sandwich bags available at stores for affordable prices.}

–Bath tea blend (I bought a bag of homemade bath tea after I gave birth to my first baby, and I loved how relaxing and calming it felt, even amidst the chaos.  Bath blends could be great for anytime, but especially when someone needs extra love and self-care.  There are some very simple blend ideas online.)

–Eye pillow (These are fairly easy to sew your own)

Corn bags

 

Paper fortune cookies

–“Hugs” (In a recent care package I sent out, I wanted so badly to be able to give hugs, so I cut out small hearts and wrote a “hug” message on each of them.  I wrote a separate hug from each member of our family to each member of their family.  So for their family of five I had five hearts from each one of our four family members, making 20 hearts total.  ” A hug from Mary to Jon”. “A hug from Mary to Natalie” etc.  I put them in a small envelope along with everything else.)

–Pajamas.  (Something about a well-chosen set of soft pajamas just says comfort and self-care.)

–Ditto with slippers

–A hand-written card (Never underestimate the power of your words, even if those words are, “I don’t know what to say right now.”)

–Artwork (If you love painting or creating, or if you have kids who do, this is a great thing to include.)

–If kids are on the receiving end, it’s always fun to include something extra for them (while being conscious of things like the mess or effort it puts on the parents, the interests of the kids, and the environmental impact).

Homemade play-dough.  (It’s not just for kids.  There’s something very relaxing about working with dough, and an adult is probably more likely to try this if it’s sent as a gift.)

–Coloring pages (As above, not just for kids)

 

Care packages are ultimately about the thought–the care you put into the package and the care you’re sending someone’s way.  I try my best to stay away from items that will add more work for the recipient, but, of course, I’ve also got the environmental bug in my ear as well.  Hopefully, the recipient will feel the love and thought that went into what’s been sent and know they’re on my heart.  What can be better than a surprise package in the mailbox that reminds us that someone cares

Programming with Purpose

This is an amazing keynote talk my friend Ish gave in 2019 at Swiftfest Boston.  Swiftfest is a conference for iOS developers, but this isn’t a talk about formulas and code.  It’s a talk about Life and Goodness.  About breaking out of boundaries and fears and taking steps towards following our dreams.  It’s about enjoying life’s moments and not taking our loved ones for granted.  It’s about the actions we take that can change people’s lives.  And it’s about finding our purpose.

I know that in our rush society, people seem to want short snippets of videos and audio while they’re going about their days, so 25 minutes is an investment.  But–if I may–you owe it to yourself to watch this.  If you notice the tags below, this video covers just about everything.  (The original talk isn’t allowed to be posted, so I’m beyond grateful Ish has put this together.)

Ish has a way of speaking and thinking that puts people at ease and helps them tap into their true selves.  Even before I became close friends with him, he’d ask me how I was doing in such a sincere way, that I always stopped in my tracks to truly reflect and consider how I was, instead of resorting to the automatic, “Fine. And you?”.  He’s the guy people meet for the first time and feel like they’ve known forever.  People open up to him with stories and questions and conflicts and joys, because he really listens without judgement or assumption.  He helps people through their problems, not by giving advice, but by listening to what they say and holding the space for them to find their own conclusions.  I can say with absolute certainty, I would not be where I am today without him.

I realize I’ve digressed a bit, but I wanted to take a moment to share a little bit about Ish, because I am hoping it will inspire you to take a pause and watch this video.  A beautiful reminder about what is good in life and how we can help make it even better, just by being ourselves.

Jizo

I fell in love with a Jizo statue at a Japanese garden last fall.  Only after I had left did I read the meaning of these statues.  They are said to protect children.  And, more specifically, many articles say the Jizo statues look after children who have died before their parents or babies who are miscarried or aborted.

After my encounter with the garden statue and reading articles like this one, I knew that the Jizo was something very important to my healing and rememberingUncommon Goods had a darling Jizo that was much smaller than I realized, which was perfect.  (The Jizo is only just over 8 inches tall.)  We keep him (her?) inside and get to have a beautiful reminder of Jizo protecting all our children.  At a time in my life when I’m working to limit possessions and be particular about what we bring into our home, this Jizo has proven its value.  It brings me so much peace and happiness.

 

You might also be interested in:

My Miscarriage
Pregnancy After Miscarriage

What Alice Forgot

What Alice Forgot
by Liane Moriarty

When Alice comes to after falling and bumping her head at the gym, she’s worried about the baby in her belly.  Alice thinks she’s 29 and expecting her firstborn with her loving husband.  What she comes to find out, however, is that she’s lost her memory from the last ten years of her life.  Alice actually has three kids, is on the brink of divorce, and is about to celebrate her 40th birthday.  When this “younger” Alice starts piecing together her last ten years, she doesn’t like who she’s become.  She’s surprised to discover she has become distant from her sister, is too busy volunteering or exercising to really be there for her loved ones, and is in constant battle with the man she married.  It is only when Alice finally starts to get her memory back that she remembers how and why things are the way they are.

As I mentioned in other posts, I don’t read many novels for adults.  But, I’ve read this one twice now.  There’s “young” Alice with her optimism and naiveté, and there’s current Alice balancing motherhood, self-image, and a failing marriage. But it’s much more than Alice’s story.  We hear from Alice’s sister dealing with years of infertility and miscarriages.  Their mom, who has taken on a new, spunky zest for life.  And then there’s the adopted grandma who is cautiously letting love in after many, many years.

I think what I love about this book is the reflection on how we change over time and how our relationships shift.  How those changes can be viewed so differently by different people and even by ourselves.  I flew through this book both times, finding pockets of moments to read more and more.  I highly recommend it to adults.

 

P.S.  I found myself reflecting on this book again this evening, and I realized the (perhaps) obvious–which is that Alice “losing her memory” of the last 10 years is also very much a metaphor for what happens to many of us.  Whether it’s parenthood or a job or other all-encompassing life situations, sometimes people get caught up in the craziness and lose themselves or their awareness.  Not to say that there aren’t moments of clarity or joyfulness throughout, but I was definitely having one of those moments this evening.  A return to me.  A much-needed big deep breath while I realized that seven years of a lot of all-encompassing LIFE and love and chaos has happened.  What parent hasn’t suddenly looked up and, whether they’ve been present for it or not, asked, How did my baby grow up?  So, I was seeing that perhaps this, more than anything may have been the larger message of What Alice Forgot. Not simply about how we change over time, but how we sometimes get so swept up in things that we forget to look around and be present for what’s happening around us and within.