As Saturday was National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day I thought now would be an appropriate time to talk a bit about the other reason I have not been around so much. Apart from the Blojo issues and sickness.
Recently, I reached that 12 week mark, unfortunately, it didn’t end up being something I got to share with friends and family.
We were unexpectedly expecting baby #4 and it was terrifying, exciting, stressful and thrilling all at once. Considering we thought we were done having babies it was quite a shock, but soon it was simply reality. As someone who has always wanted (and assumed I would have) four children, I settled into the pregnancy much faster than James who worried a lot about money and spent countless nights looking up 7 seater cars to fit our expanding family.
I am literally the worst pregnant woman. I never glow, I am always sick and exhausted with all the niggles you can imagine, including a recurrence of my SPD, which was a prominent problem in my pregnancy with Jasper. On top of all this, the effects of my last c-section meant my scar was stretching and hurting and my belly burning as bubs grew. I’m miserable being pregnant but thrilled to be pregnant, if that makes sense at all.
Discovering we were about to have another baby was a big deal and I would go between excitement to complete panic attacks about having to go through the whole birth process again.
Given that our conception to birth success rate is less than 40%, we kept this our little secret, even though our little girl made her presence felt very early on with plummeting energy levels practically from conception, random vomiting with no warning, severely low iron and movements from 10 weeks.
One night, I even had a dream, as vivid as real life in which I saw my Angel – her chubby cheeks, pink cherry lips, big blue eyes framed by long lashes and golden curls. She was the perfect mix of her sisters and brother while being perfectly herself all at once. It was such a clear dream, it felt so real that I was (and still am) convinced that this is what my Angel would have looked like. If only I could take a picture of what I see in my head, as I know the crystal clear image I see now won’t stay that way as life goes on and years pass.
The past few months have been full on and stressful and exhausting. We had to re-evaluate our whole life and the plans we’ve had and started to dream of a family of 6, with three little girls, a big car and lots of changes. And then, nothing.
I have to accept there can be no more pregnancies and no more babies. There is no way my body, incision scar and internal scarring could withstand and support a pregnancy and birth. A simple ultrasound left me feeling as if my whole stomach was going to split open from my scar.
I find these kids of things very hard to talk about and, in fact, after my first miscarriage I became one of those women who didn’t talk (or even write) about these issues as I had those comments “Everyone has losses”, “It’s for the best” and the questions “Do you feel… you know…” Empty? Yes. Whether there’s truth to those statements or not, they are not helpful to a mother who is trying to put her life back together and come to terms with the shattering of the dreams that had started forming in her mind as her child grew in her womb.
I do think the silence surrounding pregnancy loss, miscarriage and stillbirth should be lifted, I think women should be able to speak out. However, I will only be speaking out through the blog and I ask my friends and family to respect my wishes to not speak about what we have been through. When I write I am able to cleanse and express myself the way I want. When I speak I can’t make a single clear thought come out of my mouth. So, please, don’t ask me the pointed “How are you?” if you see me because I will probably not have a single comprehensible thing to say. I do accept chocolates, coffees, gifts, weekends away and so on, hehe. For the record, I am okay. I have my moments, but time and cuddles with my babies is helping .
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