February 4, 2004
I felt so yucky last night, but lay in bed with my new Pregnancy magazine. I sucked on lemon drops as I waited for Justin to get home from a late meeting. He looked at me and mentioned something about his “pregnant wife”. Those words gave me tingles. Now they give me tears… I started to bleed this morning and am still.
October holds a special place in my heart, our first baby was due during this month and although it’s been nearly 6 years I can still remember that brisk morning that we lost it. It was an ordinary morning, I had work that day. As I drifted off to sleep the night before I felt the cramps, but my mom had assured me that was pretty normal. I dreamt of crocheted blankets and middle of the night feedings – I awoke in horrible pain and bleeding dreadfully.
I thought it was most certainly the most horrible day of my life, and in a way it was. Our precious little one didn’t get much of a chance, but as I shared with close friends and family I realized so many had suffered a similar loss. Women grieved with me and family brought flowers and sent cards. We were loved and supported, yet the aching I felt for what could have been was heavy. What did I do wrong, I wondered. Why us, I yelled at God. My body was physically in pain and my heart in a million pieces.
Journaling became my means of healing. I wrote words of despair and hate. I poured into my little black journal all of the hurt and fear I had for the future. Slowly but surely, the pages begin to look less scribbled and a bit more legible. I can see the gradual mending of my soul and I was able to notice once again the wonderful things in my life.
Ten and a half months later we welcomed an 8 pound, 9 ounce baby boy into our lives. He was the beauty from our ashes. Against the better judgement of our doctors and a complete surprise to us, we conceived again the month after our loss. I now look at this loving 4-year-old boy and think that if it hadn’t been for that loss, I wouldn’t have the gift that he is. And what a gift indeed.
Have you suffered a loss of any kind? How about the aching for something that feels so unreachable? I hope if you find yourself in a similar situation you are able to talk about it with others, or perhaps journal some of your feelings – leaning on the shoulders of those who love you.



























