I guess I’m a bit late for this one and I apologize for
that. I heard that today is National
Bereaved Mother’s Day. This day is to
help honor and celebrate the mothers who weren't able to carry their children
in their arms, but rather in their hearts.
It’s a time to lend support and love to those that have experienced loss,
whether through a stillborn or miscarriage.
These women are still mothers…just to wee angels now. If you know someone who has experienced a
loss, please remember to hold them in your thoughts and hearts today. Know that they need to be recognized for
their strength and determination to continue living life to the fullest; despite
the extreme loss they have or are going through.
I remember seeing the term “Rainbow baby” a few weeks
back. This term is used for a baby that
is born following a stillbirth or miscarriage.
I think the term is so beautiful.
It lets us know that there can sometimes be something wonderful and special after a
storm. A rainbow is a sight to
behold. I have a rainbow baby in my
family; my son. I look at him every day
and realize that I have been blessed.
I've known a few people in my time that have experienced a
stillborn or miscarriage. I am one of
those people who have suffered a loss. I
mentioned in my last post about recent events that have shown how vulnerable we
can become once we are faced with this heartache. This last one was actually my
3rd miscarriage.
I experienced one a year before my son was ever
conceived. I thought all was going well,
but when I hit 13 weeks, I knew something wasn't right. I headed in for what I thought was going to
be a routine prenatal appointment, but instead, was met with terrible
news. There was a sac, but no baby. I was told I was inevitably going to
miscarry. A few days later, late at
night, I started to experience bleeding.
It was horrendous. After an hour
or so, I realized there was something VERY wrong. I bled so much, I started to get lightheaded
and dizzy. My boyfriend at the time and
I rushed to the emergency room and discovered that I was hemorrhaging. They gave me some pain meds via IV and
informed me that there was no other choice but to head to surgery for a
D&C. I will never forget the damage
(emotionally) that the miscarriage had inflicted on me…and my
relationship. I will NEVER forget that
first baby. Although I was told there
wasn't a baby, only a sac…that was still a pregnancy to me. Sometime during that, something was trying to
grow; a life was trying to grow.
I know this may sound strange or even out of place to some,
but although I may not know some of you, you have a friend in me. You are not alone and do not have to face any
of this on your own. If you need someone
to talk to or just to shoot the breeze…you can count on me. I will do my best to be there. :)
As I stated in my previous blog post…WE are NOT alone.
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