However, there are still moments that come and seem to come from nowhere, that take you right back to that raw place. I have had a couple of those over the past few weeks. One of them was on Christmas day. Christmas day began with a big southern breakfast, continued with opening gifts, and was interspersed with visiting with family. The day was full and so were the homes we were in. Yet, at the end of the day, I had this feeling of aching emptiness.
At first, I was not sure where these feelings were coming from. I thought, "Maybe I am a little homesick since we are not celebrating Christmas in our own home this year". But that failed to explain the depth of my feelings. My feelings also failed to be explained by loneliness because I was surrounded by family who loved me and I loved back. Then it hit me, the most obvious reason, "Our baby is not here with us". Ashton's due date was about two weeks before Christmas and although Christmas had arrived, he or she was not in our arms.
My heart was aching for our baby and my arms were empty. And suddenly the unexpected pain of our initial loss flooded my heart and mind. The horror of that day. The heartbreak. The flood of tears. The fears coming to life. The pain. Words fail to bring life to my feelings that day, but on the eve of Christmas, they were very real to me. It was one of those moments and I felt raw.
Earlier this week, I had another one of those unexpected moments. As a counselor, I know that people who experience trauma (or loss) can be triggered by a sound, a smell, a movement, a sight, a word that can instantaneously take them back to a traumatic moment they experienced in the past. I know this, but had never experienced it like I did that day. On Tuesday morning, my period started and it was more painful than it had ever been. In an attempt to go on with my day, I took some pain medication and waited for it to kick in.
Later in the day (I am getting really personal here), I took a trip to the bathroom and realized that it was not only more painful, but also heavier than it's ever been. And in that moment, at the sight of blood while simultaneously experiencing painful cramps, I was taken back. Back to the moment of our second miscarriage. It literally felt like I was experiencing it all over again. I had been triggered. I felt paralyzed by fear and my eyes instantly welled up with tears. Immediately feeling what I felt then. The fear. The pain. The loss. The grief. The tears flowed and I let them. I could not control it. I could not stop it. Not that I had a choice, but I did not even try to fight it. They needed a way out and I needed it too.
These were the moments that came and unexpectedly took me back to that place. That painful, raw, heart-wrenching place. And although I hate re-experiencing the heartbreak and pain, I don't mind the fact that they remind me not of where I have been, but of where I have come from. Those moments, even though they hurt like do, do not mean that I am back where started from. Instead, they are a reminder of what I have overcome. A reminder of what God has brought us through and continues to. A reminder of my love for our precious babies. For if the love was lacking, it would not hurt so bad. So instead of living in fear of those unexpected moments and attempting to fight the pain when it comes, I hope to embrace the reminders of where I have come from, what I have overcome, what God has brought us through and will continue to, our love for our precious babies, and our babies lives - even though short they were - they have forever changed us.
At first, I was not sure where these feelings were coming from. I thought, "Maybe I am a little homesick since we are not celebrating Christmas in our own home this year". But that failed to explain the depth of my feelings. My feelings also failed to be explained by loneliness because I was surrounded by family who loved me and I loved back. Then it hit me, the most obvious reason, "Our baby is not here with us". Ashton's due date was about two weeks before Christmas and although Christmas had arrived, he or she was not in our arms.
My heart was aching for our baby and my arms were empty. And suddenly the unexpected pain of our initial loss flooded my heart and mind. The horror of that day. The heartbreak. The flood of tears. The fears coming to life. The pain. Words fail to bring life to my feelings that day, but on the eve of Christmas, they were very real to me. It was one of those moments and I felt raw.
Earlier this week, I had another one of those unexpected moments. As a counselor, I know that people who experience trauma (or loss) can be triggered by a sound, a smell, a movement, a sight, a word that can instantaneously take them back to a traumatic moment they experienced in the past. I know this, but had never experienced it like I did that day. On Tuesday morning, my period started and it was more painful than it had ever been. In an attempt to go on with my day, I took some pain medication and waited for it to kick in.
Later in the day (I am getting really personal here), I took a trip to the bathroom and realized that it was not only more painful, but also heavier than it's ever been. And in that moment, at the sight of blood while simultaneously experiencing painful cramps, I was taken back. Back to the moment of our second miscarriage. It literally felt like I was experiencing it all over again. I had been triggered. I felt paralyzed by fear and my eyes instantly welled up with tears. Immediately feeling what I felt then. The fear. The pain. The loss. The grief. The tears flowed and I let them. I could not control it. I could not stop it. Not that I had a choice, but I did not even try to fight it. They needed a way out and I needed it too.
These were the moments that came and unexpectedly took me back to that place. That painful, raw, heart-wrenching place. And although I hate re-experiencing the heartbreak and pain, I don't mind the fact that they remind me not of where I have been, but of where I have come from. Those moments, even though they hurt like do, do not mean that I am back where started from. Instead, they are a reminder of what I have overcome. A reminder of what God has brought us through and continues to. A reminder of my love for our precious babies. For if the love was lacking, it would not hurt so bad. So instead of living in fear of those unexpected moments and attempting to fight the pain when it comes, I hope to embrace the reminders of where I have come from, what I have overcome, what God has brought us through and will continue to, our love for our precious babies, and our babies lives - even though short they were - they have forever changed us.
My heart goes out to you, and my condolences to you. My best friend and his wife lost a child due to miscarriage and I saw what it did to them. My wife and I did all that we could to be there for them and comfort them, but we still weren’t sure if what we were doing was helping. We heard about a book that we got for them as a gift called “There Was Supposed To Be a Baby” by Catherine Keating, you can check her and the book on the website http://therewassupposedtobe.com/. After they read it they said what a wonderful book and comfort it was to them. Wishing you the ability to find peace and I’m so sorry for the loss you have endured.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your words, Brett. Thank you also for the book suggestion. Another reader recently suggested this book as well. Thank you for reading and for your peaceful wishes and condolences. They are much appreciated.
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