by Sally Matheny
October is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. In my last post, I shared with you the excitement of my third pregnancy, and the devastation of a miscarriage.
Today, I want to encourage you by sharing another portion of my miscarriage journey.
If you’re dealing with an infant or pregnancy loss, you already know some days are hard. Really hard. I promise you, it will get better. I hope you'll find encouragement here, and in a resource I've included at the bottom of the post.
And, if you’re someone who has never experienced a miscarriage, and are at a loss of knowing how to help someone who has, there’s something here for you as well.
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by Sally Matheny
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Trusting God Through a Miscarriage
(photo by Pixabay) |
Not even the startling, cold lubricant squeezed onto my belly could stifle my excited chatter.
I was on the verge of being the first one to hear a great secret—the gender of our third baby!
Earlier that day, I had taken our seven-and nine-year old daughters to a sitter. They wanted to go with me for my 12-week check up. I told them the following month’s appointment would be an ultrasound. I assured them they could go with me, and their daddy, to see the baby growing inside my tummy then.
Now, here I was, by myself about to hear the big reveal earlier than expected. Finding it difficult to locate the tiny baby with his stethoscope, the doctor asked how I felt about an ultrasound to see if I was as far along as we thought.
I happily agreed but told him he’d have to do another one next month because I’d promised my girls. Plus, my husband was out of town on business so there was no way he could get there in time to see today’s ultrasound.
So, I felt like I was special since I was about to receive some exciting news before everyone else. What a nice gift to receive after enduring three months of nausea!
“If I’m not as far along as we expected will you still be able to tell if it’s a boy or girl?” I asked.
“Maybe. We’ll see,” the tech said as she slid the probe around.
A few seconds later, she added, “There’s the baby.”
“Awww, it looks like it’s waving,” I said, noticing five, distinct, widespread fingers held in front of a profiled head and nose.
My heart pounded, waiting for her to tell me the big news. Boy? Or girl?
A few more swipes. She announces, “Okay. The doctor will be in to see you in just a minute,” as she leaves the room.
Odd. Maybe the tech isn’t allowed to say anything and has to wait for the doctor.
A few minutes later, the doctor comes in and repeats the same movements over my belly. It’s awfully quiet in the room until the doctor grunts a low and short, “hmm.”
I feel my enthusiasm fade in the dimly lit room. Something isn’t right.
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Very nice review. I am awaiting my signed copy. I sent a friend to Escondido to get us a copy... of course... it wont be the same experience you had... but i still look forward to it!
Thanks for your review - makes me more excited to read it when i get mine... yes I read... most words.
-Aman