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National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness, miscarriage, loss

Today is October 1st, the first day of National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. Today also marks 5 months since we lost our baby. It’s been 5 months since my miscarriage. It’s the anniversary of the worst day of my life.
National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness, miscarriage, loss

This was the first time we ever saw our third baby

We had already been blessed with two beautiful children and I was waiting for the day that the little heart beating blip would turn into a goo covered bundle being laid on my chest. I looked forward to it. My brain ran wild with thoughts of my girls playing with their newborn brother or sister, fawning over his every breath and cry and whimper. I could already see Bella mothering him and sitting by my side as I nursed him begging me to hold him. Gabi would be over the moon. All she’s ever wanted was to big be a big sister. She would have adored that baby like you couldn’t imagine and the Big Guy, he would have fallen so deeply in love with that baby that he would have been his forever, just like he has done with each of our babies. I wanted that baby so much, for so many reasons.

In the past five months, my heart has broken a million different times at the most random occasions but lately it’s gotten harder. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that I keep bumping into women at school, at church, in the store who are pregnant and look to be as far along as I should be. Every time I see one, my heart is reminded of what will never be and it hurts. I know that I am not the first one to suffer this devastating loss and I know that those around me don’t feel this gaping hole that is where my heart used to be but I do.

My girls have moved on from asking about our baby in heaven and the Big Guy never talks about it but he listens when I need to. He knows that the first day of every month, I’m not myself and a little part of me wants to crawl into bed and die just like I did on the day that I found out. I am not purposely lingering in my loss but it’s always there. It haunts me. I think it might always haunt me. I will never forget, any of it. My miscarriage changed me forever, I know that now.

I am past the anger of my miscarriage now, on most days. Now, it’s just a quiet lingering pain of loss. I am happy for those around me who are pregnant and having babies. I am excited at the prospect of my sisters and sisters-in-law and friends to tell me their joyous news. I can’t wait to hold them close and kiss their tiny foreheads but still I am sorry that I will never get to hold my third baby. I will miss that. I am sad knowing that just for a little while I had a little miracle living inside me that I will never get to meet.So today, on the first day of the month and the first day of National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Month, I sit here looking at the ultrasound photos and sob for my beautiful baby in heaven.

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I first shared this post on my friend, Jill’s site Scary Mommy on August 23,2012. She gave me a place to share the events of that day when I was too afraid to share it here. I didn’t want to be that mom who couldn’t stop talking about this one moment but I feel that today is the perfect time to share the details of that day. I can’t promise I won’t talk about it again. I have a feeling that my due date is going to be a pretty painful day for me. Thank you for all of your support and love.

For National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, I am sharing my story with you

It was a sunny Monday morning. I had just dropped my 4 year-old off at preschool. I had approximately 2 hours to get to my OBs office and have her check me and tell me nothing was wrong. As I lay there alone on the cold, hard table in the ultrasound room, I expected nothing to be wrong. I had some spotting, as I had with both of my previous pregnancies. Both times previously, everything was fine. I had overreacted. I was 10 weeks and 4 days pregnant with our third child. I just needed the ultrasound and the confirmation that everything was okay and I could continue on with my full day of errands. I wasn’t scared at all. That’s why my husband wasn’t with me. I was wrong.

The ultrasound tech made idle chit chat, apologizing for the wand of the vaginal ultrasound and any pressure that I might be feeling. Then her face went white. I knew. But it had to be a mistake. She continued on in silence. Then the words came, as if in slow motion from across the world, “I’m so sorry, I can’t find your baby’s heartbeat.”

I was in shock. All I could think was, she must have done something wrong. There is a heartbeat; she just doesn’t know what she is doing. I lay there for a couple more minutes, paralyzed and horrified. Embarrassed and humiliated, I wanted to disappear. I wanted to die. I wanted to be dead with no heartbeat, just like my baby inside me. I couldn’t talk. I didn’t cry.

I was interrupted from my internal psychotic break by the ultrasound tech taking my hand softly and telling me, once again, how very sorry she was for my loss and that she would take me downstairs to see my obstetrician “the back way”. I know it was so I wouldn’t have to walk through the waiting room filled with beautiful round bellies full of life. I knew. But it felt like, I was being taken down the back stairs because I was not worthy.

My body had failed my baby and me. There was malfunction and all I could do was take one step at a time and try not falling to the ground and crying forever. It felt surreal like I was watching this happen to someone else. I was outside of my body as I found myself in the Ob waiting room downstairs, not sure if I should politely smile or cry at the other expecting mothers. I was jealous. I was pissed. I was hurt. I felt like my initial reaction of surprise to this pregnancy had somehow made me unworthy to hold my baby. I could not speak. I saw my doctor. She explained the situation. I could barely hear her through my own thoughts. My head was so congested from holding in my pain. I was afraid to open mouth because all of the emotion would come pouring out and drown us all.

I was physically aching. My legs were shaking, my mind was racing, my head was spinning and I was alone; more alone than I have ever been in my life. I needed to hear my husband’s voice. He had to be told. I was the only one who could make that call. He knew I was at the doctor’s office. We’d been here before. We worried for nothing. It was always fine. Not this time.

I dialed the number through my blurry vision, I heard his jovial voice on the other end, “How’s our baby?” I was silent. “Is everything ok?” his concern was palpable. I started to speak, but it didn’t sound like me. It couldn’t be me speaking those words. I opened my mouth and the words came out like a death sentence, “ We had a M…………” and then I began to sob in an uncontrollable and animalistic way in which I have never experienced before. I could not finish the word. It was choking me. I could not say it out loud because then it would be real and then my baby would be dead. The promise of our baby would be broken. Life would be different. I would be different. It would all be less. I would never get to hold my baby in my arms because my baby was gone.

How do you survive a miscarriage? You don’t. You are changed forever. On the day that you lose a child, you lose part of who you were and become someone new; different. Your destiny is changed. You will never be the same. Eventually, you learn to breathe again, you get up of the floor, you stop crying and you somehow carry on.

 

Our babies who have gone on to heaven may not be here in our arms but they are always in our hearts. During National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month, please remember what we can never forget.

October, National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month

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  1. Cyndy  /  2012/10/01, 12:22 pm Reply

    I wish there was something I could say to ease the pain. So sorry for your loss.
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    • Deborah Cruz  /  2012/10/02, 11:52 am Reply

      THank you and your kindness means more than you can know.

  2. Frissell  /  2012/10/01, 8:54 pm Reply

    Deborah (Truthful Mommy),
    I was truly moved by your rivetting article. It took me back to my childhood. I would have had an older sister, but who died shortly after birth. I still recall the grief in my mother as she related the story to me as a child.
    Stay strong. You seem to have a greatly support system.

    • Deborah Cruz  /  2012/10/02, 11:51 am Reply

      I am so sorry about the sister that you never knew and the fact that your mom had to go through that.IT has been the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with this far in my life. I think it hurts even more knowing how badly my children wanted a little brother/sister and that I almost gave it to them but now,I never will be able to. I am too scared of what might happen. Telling my girls broke my heart. My 5 year old cried and said goodbye to my belly and told the baby she loved it the day I had to go in for my D & E and that nearly killed me. She understood but she didn’t. You know. I wish no family EVER had to go through a loss.

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  4. Sofia@baby registry  /  2012/10/18, 4:50 am Reply

    I am really sorry for the loss. Well, that is the worst thing that can happen to any expectant mother. The 1st time I knew I was pregnant there are so many thoughts coming to my mind, positive and negative ones but still I am thankful that so many people are there to guide me through the way. I guess no one can predict what will happen but for as long as we have faith in God everything will be well soon. Maybe there might me other plans for you. I was really touched by this post. Thank you for sharing this.

  5. Sally  /  2013/10/15, 11:48 am Reply

    I just suffered my first miscarriage this past weekend. This would have been our fourth child. I was 8 1/2 weeks along and your story is so similar to mine. Nothing can even prepare you for the heartache that miscarriage brings. So thankful for the support of family and friends, and for the comfort of reading other’s stories. Bless you!
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    • Deborah Cruz  /  2013/10/15, 12:17 pm Reply

      Oh, sweetie. I am so very sorry. It hurts so much. I am so sorry that you are going through this and know this void filled with pain so intimately. I’m here is you need to talk or someone to listen. There is nothing I can say to make this hurt stop, eventually with time it will become a dull ache but for now, it’s soul crushing. Feel your pain. It’s the only way to survive it.

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