Heavy Empty Arms..........
I had posted this on my blog... but found this forum.... I will most likely post one other post from my blog here... It helps to have support....
I am not as tired as I expected to be... although I am quite tired after my looooooooooong day. It is 5 minutes til midnite and I am running a bath. I have had a very good day for the most part... However I have had some tearful moments as well...
Which means I am definitely in pms mode. I get very emotional around this time... and Donny doesn't understand. I think alot of it is a uterus problem... I know this sounds ...odd... but I will explain... and apparently I have decided to rip the band-aid off the wound of miscarriage.
When I was 21 I became pregnant out of wedlock. I didn't tell anyone because I figured if I ignored it...well it would just *POOF* be gone. (I know this idea didn't work for my mother-in-law either)
I was about 3 months along when I miscarried. I felt that I had no one that I could tell... My mom had given a baby up for adoption...that had torn her life apart... I didn't want to disappoint my dad. My fiancee at the time...was grateful... this meant no money out of pocket for him to dole out on an abortion... although I would have never done that. I think that THIS was where I began my first bout with depression. I cried alot and slept alot. I gained weight... and my arms felt so incredibly empty and it was a heavy emptiness that I still can not explain. When I would see babies I would start crying uncontrollably... and I knew that I had officially made basket-case status. My doctor put me on prozac and I still grieved... I still grieve. Each year that would pass I would think... Wow my baby would be 1,2, 10, 12... and this year my baby would be driving. 16.
Before I married Donny I was completely up front about my life. I told him about my baby... and he was so wonderful and sweet he asked if I had ever named my baby... he said it might bring some closure. I had always felt that the baby was a boy and that his name was Noah John. But I am not sure if there will ever be closure... You just don't suffer as much or think about it with every breath you take.
Donny and I have never used birth control... We decided to let the Lord give us children in His time. I became pregnant a few years ago, I had told Donny that I thought there was a problem, and he thought I was being whiny told me that he didn't think that I was pregnant and not to make a mountain out of molehill.. he didn't want me overthinking...overanalyzing... and over-mooding over brooding the entire weekend. Sunday evening I had told him "Honey I really don't think this is a normal cycle... I think something is wrong do you think I am bleeding too much" Well... He just went nuts... "i don't know! I am not a doctor... and I am not coming in there." I figured I must be putting too much into what was happening and went to bed.
The next day I went to work and my supervisor looked at me and asked me what was wrong... She was more like a friend to me and I told her what had happened... She made me call my doctor right there. They made me go home and get all of my discarded feminine products... and had me bring them into the office. (I apologize for the t.m.i. moment) I drove home my heart was beating and I kept my sob in my throat... if I didn't cry ... if I didn't think... if I didn't do anything but drive it wouldn't be so. I just kept telling myself " I won't think about that now... I will think about it later... " ( my mom has always called me Scarlett O'hara..) As I was driving I was thinking "What if I get pulled over... what if they want to check my purse... how do I explain this... how ridiculous is this situation that I am driving with what could be my baby in my purse?"
The doctor sent all my 'specimins' to the lab and I was sent home with antibiotics and some other drugs that i can't remember. And when they called to tell me 'i am sorry mrs. olzer you did have a miscarriage' I decided that in order to keep from making a mountain I wouldn't tell Donny about my molehill that no longer was. It was a few months later when he asked if the dr had ever gotten back to me... I told him then... he was so angry that I didn't tell him... But he really hadn't given me a choice... so I suffered in silence again.
A year later another miscarriage... this time Donny was right on top of the situation. These two pregnancies I didn't even know i was pregnant until I lost the baby. Donny has felt so guilty about not being there for the first one .. that he took extra time and effort and care ...was involved in every moment of the miscarriage...holding my hand ... wiping my tears. ( I knew he had it in him... It just took longer to find the sensitive side.)
This brings us up to two years ago...Donny and I had gone to Williams Arizona to ride the train into the Grand Canyon. We went with friends but it was such a romantic trip... (hmmm) Soon after I was queazy and found that I do not like to dry heave AT ALL. Donny prodded me to see a doctor and I did. When I went in the office I explained how I was feeling ... and they examined me. My doctor smiled and said "Honey your not sick your pregnant" I left the office in shock... I couldn't breathe... "how on earth did i get pregnant?" ( I know it sounds stupid...but when your not expecting it you ask) I called Donny in the car and started bawling ... I was terrified and amazingly enough I wasn't excited and/or happy. I was FREAKED OUT. I asked him to please not tell anybody til I got back my tests... I didn't want to tell anyone til everything was ok. I went to the lab and they drew so much blood. I went home and Donny came home from work with roses and a teddy bear...It was a Tuesday that I will never forget. I cherish it in so many ways that ... only my heart can know or understand. I was a mommy... I was going to be this child's mommy.
then...
Thursday was the first day I spotted. That feeling of dread that i had swimming around in the back of my head came crashing to the front. I was ...devastated. That feeling of heavy..empty arms was fresh and new. i kept thinking 'God how can you be so cruel to let me find out I am pregnant only to rip it away" and i cried bitterly... and angrily. I couldn't worship ... and it only got worse because two months later my oldest (step) daughter moved out in rebellion. It only added to my list of things that made me less than a "real" woman.
Donny cried and asked that we not try anymore. He didn't think HE could take another miscarriage.
Looking back two years later. I can see that God had a plan. He HAS a plan. I know NOW that he wasn't being cruel by not allowing this child to be born. I have walked through the coals and ashes of the lonliness and suffering of miscarriage and I find that when I wasn't able to be strong that God was my strength. I can rejoice in the fact I will see all of my children again... and i am at peace with this. I do not understand the "whys" or the reasons God chose how He did ... But I trust in the plan that God has set for my life... and even though I have walked through bitter flames barefoot...My faith is stronger because of it. It is late and I hope that all of this makes sense... if not there is always the edit button.
I had posted this on my blog... but found this forum.... I will most likely post one other post from my blog here... It helps to have support....
I am not as tired as I expected to be... although I am quite tired after my looooooooooong day. It is 5 minutes til midnite and I am running a bath. I have had a very good day for the most part... However I have had some tearful moments as well...
Which means I am definitely in pms mode. I get very emotional around this time... and Donny doesn't understand. I think alot of it is a uterus problem... I know this sounds ...odd... but I will explain... and apparently I have decided to rip the band-aid off the wound of miscarriage.
When I was 21 I became pregnant out of wedlock. I didn't tell anyone because I figured if I ignored it...well it would just *POOF* be gone. (I know this idea didn't work for my mother-in-law either)
I was about 3 months along when I miscarried. I felt that I had no one that I could tell... My mom had given a baby up for adoption...that had torn her life apart... I didn't want to disappoint my dad. My fiancee at the time...was grateful... this meant no money out of pocket for him to dole out on an abortion... although I would have never done that. I think that THIS was where I began my first bout with depression. I cried alot and slept alot. I gained weight... and my arms felt so incredibly empty and it was a heavy emptiness that I still can not explain. When I would see babies I would start crying uncontrollably... and I knew that I had officially made basket-case status. My doctor put me on prozac and I still grieved... I still grieve. Each year that would pass I would think... Wow my baby would be 1,2, 10, 12... and this year my baby would be driving. 16.
Before I married Donny I was completely up front about my life. I told him about my baby... and he was so wonderful and sweet he asked if I had ever named my baby... he said it might bring some closure. I had always felt that the baby was a boy and that his name was Noah John. But I am not sure if there will ever be closure... You just don't suffer as much or think about it with every breath you take.
Donny and I have never used birth control... We decided to let the Lord give us children in His time. I became pregnant a few years ago, I had told Donny that I thought there was a problem, and he thought I was being whiny told me that he didn't think that I was pregnant and not to make a mountain out of molehill.. he didn't want me overthinking...overanalyzing... and over-mooding over brooding the entire weekend. Sunday evening I had told him "Honey I really don't think this is a normal cycle... I think something is wrong do you think I am bleeding too much" Well... He just went nuts... "i don't know! I am not a doctor... and I am not coming in there." I figured I must be putting too much into what was happening and went to bed.
The next day I went to work and my supervisor looked at me and asked me what was wrong... She was more like a friend to me and I told her what had happened... She made me call my doctor right there. They made me go home and get all of my discarded feminine products... and had me bring them into the office. (I apologize for the t.m.i. moment) I drove home my heart was beating and I kept my sob in my throat... if I didn't cry ... if I didn't think... if I didn't do anything but drive it wouldn't be so. I just kept telling myself " I won't think about that now... I will think about it later... " ( my mom has always called me Scarlett O'hara..) As I was driving I was thinking "What if I get pulled over... what if they want to check my purse... how do I explain this... how ridiculous is this situation that I am driving with what could be my baby in my purse?"
The doctor sent all my 'specimins' to the lab and I was sent home with antibiotics and some other drugs that i can't remember. And when they called to tell me 'i am sorry mrs. olzer you did have a miscarriage' I decided that in order to keep from making a mountain I wouldn't tell Donny about my molehill that no longer was. It was a few months later when he asked if the dr had ever gotten back to me... I told him then... he was so angry that I didn't tell him... But he really hadn't given me a choice... so I suffered in silence again.
A year later another miscarriage... this time Donny was right on top of the situation. These two pregnancies I didn't even know i was pregnant until I lost the baby. Donny has felt so guilty about not being there for the first one .. that he took extra time and effort and care ...was involved in every moment of the miscarriage...holding my hand ... wiping my tears. ( I knew he had it in him... It just took longer to find the sensitive side.)
This brings us up to two years ago...Donny and I had gone to Williams Arizona to ride the train into the Grand Canyon. We went with friends but it was such a romantic trip... (hmmm) Soon after I was queazy and found that I do not like to dry heave AT ALL. Donny prodded me to see a doctor and I did. When I went in the office I explained how I was feeling ... and they examined me. My doctor smiled and said "Honey your not sick your pregnant" I left the office in shock... I couldn't breathe... "how on earth did i get pregnant?" ( I know it sounds stupid...but when your not expecting it you ask) I called Donny in the car and started bawling ... I was terrified and amazingly enough I wasn't excited and/or happy. I was FREAKED OUT. I asked him to please not tell anybody til I got back my tests... I didn't want to tell anyone til everything was ok. I went to the lab and they drew so much blood. I went home and Donny came home from work with roses and a teddy bear...It was a Tuesday that I will never forget. I cherish it in so many ways that ... only my heart can know or understand. I was a mommy... I was going to be this child's mommy.
then...
Thursday was the first day I spotted. That feeling of dread that i had swimming around in the back of my head came crashing to the front. I was ...devastated. That feeling of heavy..empty arms was fresh and new. i kept thinking 'God how can you be so cruel to let me find out I am pregnant only to rip it away" and i cried bitterly... and angrily. I couldn't worship ... and it only got worse because two months later my oldest (step) daughter moved out in rebellion. It only added to my list of things that made me less than a "real" woman.
Donny cried and asked that we not try anymore. He didn't think HE could take another miscarriage.
Looking back two years later. I can see that God had a plan. He HAS a plan. I know NOW that he wasn't being cruel by not allowing this child to be born. I have walked through the coals and ashes of the lonliness and suffering of miscarriage and I find that when I wasn't able to be strong that God was my strength. I can rejoice in the fact I will see all of my children again... and i am at peace with this. I do not understand the "whys" or the reasons God chose how He did ... But I trust in the plan that God has set for my life... and even though I have walked through bitter flames barefoot...My faith is stronger because of it. It is late and I hope that all of this makes sense... if not there is always the edit button.