The Physical Process

After experiencing 5 miscarriages and walking with hundreds of women who have also miscarried babies, I’ve become quite familiar with “the physical process.” Whether a mama needs or is opting for a D&C, whether she is inducing or timing the miscarriage with a medication like cytotech, or whether she is waiting for nature to take its course, the physical process is taxing – emotionally, mentally and physically! So I often encourage women to focus on what they CAN control, which are specific aspects of supporting their body PHYSICALLY throughout the process.

***Diaclaimer – I am by no means a medical professional and encourage you to discuss all things miscarriage related with your doctor. The suggestions below have been deducted as “best practice” purely through decades of experience.

Hydration. Did you know that our bodies replenish blood supply through water intake? So I order for a woman who is hemorrhaging to recuperate and replenish her blood volume, she needs to be more than adequately hydrated. Suggested water intake on an average day is 1/2 of one’s own body weight in oz (so if you weigh 140 lbs, drinking 70oz of water a day is recommended). When going through a miscarriage, I suggest women try to get a gallon of water in their system per day. That includes the days leading up to the physical loss AND the week or two afterwards.

Protein. Having good protein fuels our body with energy, helps steady blood sugars, aids in recovery and builds muscle. Keeping a steady input of protein can significantly aid a woman’s body through the miscarriage process. Eating spoonfuls of peanut butter, having handfuls of almonds, or eggs every morning are just a few ways to nurture one’s body with a good amount of protein.

Iron. As a woman bleeds heavily, not only does blood volume drop, but so do iron levels. Signs of low iron can be shakey legs, dizziness, and weakness or aches in the legs and feet. To keep iron levels up, a woman can consume iron rich foods (red meats, leafy greens & spinach etc…) or take an iron supplement. This should be maintained through one month post miscarriage.

Several other tools to support the body throughout the process are: warm compresses, electrolyte drinks, epsom salt baths, tylenol and ibuprofen. The goal in focussing on the physical process is to regain some semblance of control during a situation which is greatly out of one’s control, while also providing the body with love and support, during a time when a woman typically hates her own body for what it’s doing.

There will be plenty of time after the physical process of miscarrying is over to process all the mental, emotional and spiritual aspects of this loss. Now is the time to support the body physically as it too falls victim to living in a fallen world & faces the reality that it too is flawed and broken at times.

Ectopics

“I’m so sorry. I’m not seeing a healthy pregnancy in the uterus.” Were the words that sent my mind reeling & simultaneously made time stand still. “But! But! But!” was all I could think because I was feeling VERY pregnant, had good rising hcg levels & was confident this was a healthy pregnancy! She repeated, “I’m not seeing a healthy pregnancy IN THE UTERUS,” she emphasized.

Oh. My. Gosh. Her words made one of my worst fears become a reality. “You’re not seeing a healthy pregnancy IN THE UTERUS” I repeated. “You’re seeing a healthy pregnancy in the tube!” And immediately she replied, “yeah… that’s what the doctor’s going to speak with you about.” It hit me like a ton of bricks – we were dealing with an ectopic pregnancy.

This conversation took place 2yrs ago today, and it’s hard to relive, especially because of the juxtaposition between the extreme grief and sadness we felt two years ago and the immense joy and elation that we are experiencing now as we hold our rainbow baby! (He’s now just over 1)

But our son Leon’s story is remarkable in its own way & deserves to be shared (and will be in another post). And the tremendous loss we experienced deserves to be recognized and thoroughly processed. We not only lost a baby, I lost a tube & it felt like we lost the hope of the having another biological baby. After all, it took 6 years to conceive with two tubes! What we’re the chances of conceiving now with just one? I don’t

“DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT’S AN OBSTACLE FOR ME (having just 1 tube)” the Lord asked me that day in prayer. And, “HOW MUCH MORE GLORY COULD YOU GIVE ME IF YOU CONCEIVED WITH ONLY ONE TUBE?!?!”

Admittedly, I was angry, bitter and super doubtful. Yes, I thought having only 1 tube was an obstacle! And again, how likely was it for us to conceive with only 1/2 of my fertility?!?! Well, the Lord in His goodness and mercy and love had an incredible plan. And over the past year the verse “for nothing is impossible with God” has taken on a whole new meaning as I’m sitting here holding our rainbow baby!

Today was filled with a wide array of emotions, ones that are very difficult to articulate. So for tonight, I will send love to little Leon in Heaven & thank him for his sacrifice and for allowing JP to come to our family!

Ultrasounds

Ultrasounds can trigger major PTSD for a mom who’s previously experienced a miscarriage. Will I have the same technician? Will they find a heartbeat? Will this be the scan that breaks my heart and shatters my dreams? Or will I be able to breathe after today? These are just some of the thoughts that go through our minds. And last year – St Patrick’s Day 2022 – was one of those days for me. The first ultrasound for this pregnancy, a pregnancy following an ectopic loss.

This pregnancy was a complete surprise to us! We conceived just 1 cycle after our ectopic loss of baby Leon and loss of my right fallopian tube. Prior to that we’d been trying to conceive for 6 years, so WHY would we think we’d conceive anytime soon now that I only had 1 tube?!?! So although we were pleasantly surprised that we were expecting, I was also crippled with fear. What if I have another ectopic and lose my only tube left? I can’t imagine being sterile at 35!

And wouldn’t you know it, we have the same ultrasound technician who had to tell us during the last pregnancy that our baby was in my tube. She was incredibly compassionate, sharing how often she’d thought of us & prayed for us & got excited for us as she saw us on her schedule! But still, my stress & fear & anxiety were palpable as she started her scan with all the disclaimers. She can’t show me the screen or the pictures. She’s going to take all of her pictures before telling me anything. And we’re not looking for a baby or a heartbeat – just looking for the sac to be in the uterus. Blah blah blah blah – the same stuff I’ve heard time and time again at these early scans. I should be used to this by now! I mean, my track record up until this point was 1 for 6. That’s right – I’d had FIVE miscarriages and one live birth. But, I laid back and tried to breathe and relax and trust in Gods plan. Easier said than done!

“THE BABY’S IN THE UTERUS!” the tech screamed just 1 minute into the scan! Bless her heart, those words were music to my ears and SUCH a blessing to dispel my biggest fear (another ectopic) right away! I sighed a BIG sigh of relief and we went on with the scan. Praise God we saw “the Diamond ring” image they were looking for, where the band is the yolk sac and the Diamond is literally the baby. It was AMAZING!

Yet how many more scans like this would I have to have in this pregnancy. Would the “bad news” ultrasound be inevitable? Or do I dare to hope that maybe, just maybe, I could carry 1 more baby to term? That had been my prayer for over nine years – “Lord, please just let me carry 1 more, healthy baby full term!” Could this be it?!?!

I borrowed belief from the three people closest to me – my husband, my best friend, and my mom – who all along kept saying I was going to have another biological baby. And I cautiously held my breath, as two priest friends shared stories of women who went on to have bio babies post-ectopic pregnancies & lost tubes. And here I am, 1 year later, holding our miracle – our rainbow baby, a perfectly healthy 4 month old baby boy!

So if you’re dealing with those kind of scary or triggering ultrasounds right now, know that you’re not alone. The trauma is real. The fear is real and completely valid. And yet – we serve a God of miracles. The God who makes the impossible possible! So borrow my belief, that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful!

The 10th

It is no secret that I’m a control freak. As in a full blown Type A, come up with plan A, B, C and even Q to be prepared for anything so I can control as many aspects of the situation as possible. And well when it came to when I was going to go into labor with JP, it was no different.

I had all the possible “options” (aka my preferences) all lined up!

Oct 30th – Anniversary of one of our miscarriages – this would be perfect redemption.

Nov 1st – All Saints – this would be the perfect gift from our little saints in Heaven

Nov 2nd – All Souls – this would be the most beautiful day to bring another soul into this world and pray for those in the next

Nov 4th – our Pastors bday – this would be perfect to give tribute and thanks to a man who has prayed us through our entire fertility journey?

Nov 7th or 9th – the days before or after LJs birthday – this would be the perfect answer to LJs prayer to not share his bday but to have back to back bdays

Nov. 11th – the anniversary of my Grandpa Joe’s death – this would be perfect to bring our Joseph into this world in a day so close to his namesake

and well… no luck on any of those days! Nope, God had other plans. And that whole “Gods timing is perfect” saying? Turns out it’s true!

Our Joseph Patrick was born in November 10th, EXACTLY 10 months after our ectopic pregnancy ended! January 10th was the day we found out our baby Leon was in my right fallopian tube, which was about to burst, and we had surgery that night to remove the tube & subsequently the pregnancy. (No this is not considered an abortion, but rather a procedure to save the mother’s life. More about the church’s teaching about what’s licit in this situation in a post to follow). We’ve always recognized January 10th as Leon’s Heavenly birthday & have also shared with many that “we conceived 1 month after our ectopic… with only 1 tube!”

Now to explain just HOW miraculous this is, you must understand that Jake and I had been trying for 6 years (since our last miscarriage) get pregnant. And if it hadn’t happened in 6 years with TWO tubes, what were the chances that it’d ever happen with only 1 tube?!?!?!

I remember the Lord asking me in prayer, as I rumbled and complained begrudgingly after that loss, “do you think having only 1 tube is an obstacle for me?” Um YEAH I thought to myself… but really I was humbled thinking of the verse “for nothing shall be impossible with God.” (BTW – that verse was spoken to Mary in regards to her old cousin Elizabeth, who was barren when the Lord was informing her she was 6 months pregnant! Aka – that verse was in regards to an infertile woman conceiving!!!) Anyway, I digress…

The Lord revealed His power to us in a VERY REAL, tangible way, when we conceived – without any hormones, without any meds, and without really “trying” – just 1 month after a loss… and with only 1 tube!!!

Throughout JPs pregnancy, however much I thought about Leon, and if he were still here, we wouldn’t be carrying JP, I kind of forgot about the 10th. In fact, I even forgot to celebrate or commemorate what would have been Leon’s due date, which is something I never forget! And even leading into November, I never even considered the 10th as a cool or good option for our due date. After JP was born I even prayed “Lord, maybe someday you’ll reveal to me why Joseph had to come on the 10th,” not thinking anything of it.

Until our son was about two weeks old and I was praying while nursing, and it hit me like a ton of bricks! THE TENTH!!!! Oh my gosh – JP was literally born 10 months TO THE DAY, since our ectopic!!! Conception 1 month after ectopic & then 9 months gestation = 10 months !!! (Insert Maria super humbled and sheepishly approaching the Lord in prayer)

And it wasn’t like God shamed me or guilted me for wondering “why the 10th.” He knows how He made me… and that I have questions, and doubts, and control issues 🤪 and yet He delights in showing up and surprising me & blessing me in big ways over and over again! So until my dying day, I will remember and be grateful that despite my efforts to control what day our little son arrived, that the Lord had better and more perfect plans for us. What a good lesson for us all to learn!

Dates

Dates are really just numbers in a calendar throughout the year. Then how come some of them carry so much more weight than others? For a miscarriage couple, that answer is obvious. Because those numbers signify the end of a life. They carry the sadness of a broken heart and the burden no parent should ever have to carry. Those numbers mark the date our baby passed.

Today is one of those days for me. May 30th. The day, four years ago, that we birthed Baby Hope to Heaven. I’d been carrying his lifeless little body inside of me for two weeks, knowing his little heart had stopped beating, but waiting for my body to recognize that and for nature to take it’s course.  During that time, we prayed desperately for a miracle, and yet resorted ourselves to the fact that God’s will, no matter what that be, is better than ours.

Then it happened. I started spotting late on May 29th and knew exactly what was coming. At 3am, the hour of Divine Mercy, I woke up to a gush and hurried to the bathroom. But I paused before sitting down, knowing, as any birthing mother knows, that with that next push, my baby was going to come out.  Sure enough, in a perfect, little, water-balloon like yolk-sac came out completely in tact, and there inside was a perfectly formed little baby… just bigger than the size of a gummy bear.  He fit perfectly inside my hand as we held him, baptized him, and cried over him.

How could anyone ever forget a day like that. You can’t. Those moments in that bathroom with my husband, in the middle of the night, are permanently etched in my head and heart.  The peace and quiet… the depth of sadness… yet the gratitude for providence that our 3.5yr old son Jacob was alive and well and sleeping in his bed.

No matter how many years pass, though, those dates still loom over head.  The dread as the day approaches, the deep breaths as the day ensues, and the sigh of relief as the day passes… we’ve survived that date one more year.

 

The Gift

As a newlywed young wife, I was blissfully naive to the challenges of infertility and loss. Although my mother had suffered multiple miscarriages in my childhood, I thought getting pregnant and carrying to term would be easy. It was a rude awakening when we miscarried our first baby and I became the 1 in the statistic that “1 in 4 women” lose a child. The innocent gift of naivety was gone along with my baby.

The fear and anxiety I had with our second pregnancy was palpable, but I refused to allow it to become all consuming. I fought with all my might to stay mentally disciplined and think full-term, positive thoughts. We were blessed to carry our son LJ to 40 weeks and deliver a healthy baby boy (somehow he’s now 6.5yrs old!)

When he was 9months old, we discovered we were pregnant yet again. Following on the heels of a full-term pregnancy, I thought we could carry to term again. But I was mistaken… not once, but three times in a row as we miscarried three times in 18months.

What happened in the process was something I couldn’t have predicted. The gift of blind trust and naive thinking was traded for a gift much greater. The gift of perspective.

Although I would love to have our 4 little saints with us on this Earth, because they are not, I understand how miraculous every single pregnancy is. I celebrate the birth of every single baby. I recognize the gift of ALL human lives.

Miscarriage mommies all have this in common – they don’t take their pregnancies or their babies for granted (not saying that mommies who haven’t experienced a miscarriage do.) But in a particular way miscarriage mommies know and appreciate what they have because they know and recognize what they have lost. This is the blessing, and the curse, of the gift they have been given… the gift of perspective.

Sensitivities

MOne small gesture can go a long way, especially when dealing with a grieving heart. Acknowledging a person’s loss & being sensitive to how they may be feeling can impact not only how they respond to that situation but also how loved they feel. 

For a miscarriage mommy, it’s important to be most sensitive when announcing a pregnancy or a birth in front of her or to her or around her.

You see, miscarriage mommies and daddies just want to know that you haven’t forgotten about the little one(s) they lost & that you haven’t forgotten that they themselves are still hurting.  They want you to know that, although they are excited for you, they are consumed with their sorrow. They want you to know they are sorry when they feel jealous and envious of you, but it’s a feeling they can’t control. They want you to know that they wish it was different, but that they are making the best of it. 

And how, you may wonder, can you help with that? Put words to the silent reality they are dealing with. Acknowledge the elephant in the room. Tell them you are sorry. Tell them you haven’t forgotten about their loss. Tell them you wish it was them sharing the news that they’re expecting. Tell them they are not alone.

What you don’t want to do is shame them for their grief or rush them along in the process. Instead of searching for words that attempt to make them feel better, just sit with them, in their pain for awhile…. and maybe bring chocolate and wine!

The smallest of gestures can go a long way in being sensitive to where another person is at.

 

Solidarity

October is pregnant and infant loss awareness month. It’s a time when women bravely share that they are apart of the 1 in 4 women who experience the loss of a child to miscarriage or stillbirth. It’s when women seem to come out in droves, sharing that they too have experienced an unforgettable loss. Each of these women belong to a club they never signed up for. 

The thing about clubs, though, is you typically know who else belongs to the club. And there’s camaraderie, there is sharing, there is togetherness, there is laughter, and there are tears. Unfortunately, there is a stigma around pregnancy and infant loss that often silences those who are suffering and therefore prevents others from coming alongside to support and encourage them.

With each of our four babies that were delivered into Heaven, the Lord birthed a ministry in our lives and mission here in Earth. I’m here to break the silence! I’m here to be the voice that says “you’re not alone.” I’m here to cry with you and pray for you and hope with you for the rainbow to come after the storm. Im here for you in solidarity. Who’s with me?

“Rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep.” Romans 12:15 

Mount Moriah

Old Testament stories sometimes seem outlandish to us today in 2017. Take Abraham and Isaac for instance. By God’s command, Father Abraham takes his son Isaac up a mountain and prepares to kill him as an offering to the Lord (anyone see the foreshadowing of what God actually does for us in sacrificing His son Jesus? Ok good. Just checking). Crazy, right?!?!

Well, on Oct 30th, 2013, I learned what it meant “to lay ones child down” and offer them back up to God. This time it wasn’t on Mount Moriah, though. Moriah was in my womb.

I was in my first trimester, and Jacob and I had already seen the beautiful flicker of a heartbeat at an early ultrasound. We were prepared & expecting to go full term, just like we had with our son one year earlier.  But at my next OB appointment, that flicker was gone, and I was devastated.

I’ll spare you the details of this tragedy (I’ll share Moriah’s full story another day,) but will tell you  that having this baby almost killed me… literally.  Our bathroom looked like a murder scene. I hemmoraged for three straight hours, went into shock and was passing out. But I vividly remember saying to Jacob, “if I passed the baby, that was it” when her little body perfectly encased in a water balloon like yolk sac left mine.

And I knew what Abraham must have felt like… hating his body for doing something that his mind and heart were screaming NOT to do. Only He was laying down his son out of obedience to God… I didn’t have a choice. And an angel stopped Abraham from killing Isaac that day. For us, there was no saving our little one.

How my husband came up with the name Moriah is beyond me. But he KNEW it was the Mount where Abraham, the Father of our Faith, laid his son down.  So in faith, we also laid our daughter down.

The Lord gives. The Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.