Pregnancy… what a whirlwind! It’s been a long ass winding road getting here. I’m finally 25 weeks and it’s felt like 50. This is the furthest I’ve made it and I am just so excited to get to this day.
I lost my last baby at 21 weeks and the one before that at 20. To say that the 20 week mark makes me scared is an understatement! I have been anxious, sad, emotional, moody and just plain mean. I’ve been snappy with my fiance and I forget that he is going through this with me. Yes, it’s happening to my body, but he is emotionally and mentally invested too. The miscarriages happened to him too. I felt sort of a sense of entitlement to the grief I was going through and it took me a really long time to realize he was grieving also. After the miscarriages, I lost my mind and didn’t talk about anything. “I’m okay” or “I’m always gonna be okay” is all I ever said. I took all of my pain, crumbled it up inside and lashed out at everyone around me. After some time he said, “I didn’t just lose our baby, I lost you too.” And it wasn’t until I heard those words out loud, that it finally hit me. He needed me to be present at that moment, and I had just checked out.
So here we are. I still find it hard to get excited about being pregnant again. I often find myself thinking back to that day when everything was fine and out of nowhere, my water broke 19 weeks early. Pregnancy after loss is just about the hardest thing I’ve been through. I remember hearing that and not getting it. Now it makes perfect sense. Everyday of this pregnancy I live I fear. We’ve had to see the high risk Dr.’s in San Francisco weekly for cervical length checks. I’ve been put on meds starting at 16 weeks through week 36. If someone asks me about a baby shower, I say that I’m not sure if I’m having one. But that’s fear talking, and I don’t want to live there anymore.
So, on Wednesdays we say Happy X# of weeks. We’re going through this together- as a family. I’m so glad that I realized that, so we could be where we are now. Feeling kicks everyday definitely brings a sense of relief. I’m able to tell that everything is still okay. Baby’s just doing flips and beating me up from the inside. Every Wednesday that comes is an accomplishment! This morning, I rolled over as I woke up and let out a squeal of excitement! I know I still have a ways to go, but making it this far is something I have been praying for.