Today, September 29, mark the 10 and 9 year anniversaries of my babies who were on this earth but for a brief moment...tucked quietly away in the center of my being. For in a single moment, a moment not known to anyone, they were whisked away and made whole and perfect.
Some Septembers come and go, and I spend very little time thinking about them. Other Septembers, like this September, I find myself remembering each detail of their pregnancies, and watching the days on the calendar, count down, one by one to their anniversaries. Miscarriage has been VERY difficult, emotional and painful for me. Over the years, I have learned it is something that is really not talked about, but so MANY women have experienced miscarriage.
My 3 miscarriages will be forever etched on my heart. The first miscarriage awakened within me a deep desire to be a mother, and it left me feeling cheated, lied to, and despair. We had spent 13 weeks planning a life, a hope and a future for our son, and in one moment...it was GONE.
Mostly though...miscarriage left me desperate. The emptiness that plagued me for the next six months was horrible. I watched friend after friend get pregnant or give birth, and each time a friend would make a joyful announcement, it stung, like a sharp slap in the face. I felt as though I was being picked on in a series of cruel jokes (even though I knew I wasn't). My body refused to do the very thing it was designed to. I was left feeling like a failure as a woman.
The second miscarriage was defeating. I was robbed again. 8 weeks went by this time. Even though my heart had been more reserved, I had ordered maternity clothes, made announcements and even picked out a name...for a daughter this time. I would walk the baby isles in Target, Walmart and Babies R Us, planning, waiting and dreaming. In a moment, she too was GONE. More announcements would come....more tears would fall. I spent many nights laying on the floor sobbing, crying out to God. The next months that followed the miscarriage were almost unbearable as I watched my father die of cancer. More death. More pain. GONE.
Then my little light came....in the form of a foster baby needing a forever family. He changed my life's course. I began to see that perhaps God did know what He was doing.
After Luke's adoption, my third miscarriage. This one came as a complete shock, as everything was going so well. I can still remember the day the doctor told us she was gone (down to the detail of what I was wearing). Laying on the examine table, watching the doctor's face as he kept searching and searching for her heartbeat was agonizing. GONE.
A few months later, we welcomed our princess Grace into our home as a foster-to-adopt baby. She's still here! God had a purpose.
Attempting another pregnancy after the 3 back-to-back miscarriages was agonizing. It wasn't until the 3rd miscarriage that doctors began piecing together why this kept happening. We were incredibly blessed to be given Isabella as a gift. As I held her those first few months, I wondered how having her would effect the pain I hid in my heart surrounding my miscarriages. Even though I gave birth, it did not erase the hurt. In someways, it has intensified the pain. I now have a full realization of what I missed out on. Holding them as infants, smelling them, rocking them, feeding them. I have spent many more hours wondering what they might have looked like. More tears have been cried.
You would think after finally having 3 baby showers of my own, I would be able to attend them without feelings of pain. Or that I would be able to go to church on Mother's day without feeling like the earth was caving in. Neither of those are true, even with Isabella in my arms. Baby showers still bring about feelings of loss for me. It is difficult for me to explain why. I also still do not attend church on Mother's day. Mother's Day has wounded me so deeply in the past that I choose to celebrate it simply.
"He gives and takes away...blessed be the name of the Lord". This is a famous song that we sing in church from time to time. I heard that song for the first time right after my 3rd miscarriage in 2005. I stood in church and sobbed. I have to be honest and tell you that it took me several months to be able to sing that
song "He gives and takes away, he gives and takes away, my heart will choose to say...Lord blessed be your name."
My heart has been scarred and stretched with the grief of losing 3 littles too early. It also has said good-bye to 11 other foster children that I was a "for awhile mommy" too. Those are painful partings also. You get attached, you love, you give yourself away to those babies, and then they move on. It is the way it is supposed to work, but it doesn't stop the pain. You grieve, you heal, you do it all over again, and become a part in a story of a child. Most people don't know this...but I was an almost mommy to a sweet baby girl we were supposed to get from the hospital. She is 5 years old now. Not a day goes by where I don't pray for her.
Today...I was driving home from the grocery store with tears rolling down my cheeks, thinking about each one of those babies, imagining what they looked like. Letting myself feel and accepting the emotions. Grief is such a mysterious thing, and I feel best described as a wave. Waves can be small and gentle or fierce with fury. They can be non-existent and then a storm can come in. That is the way my grief has been. Quiet at times and all encompassing at other times. I like to think of my 3 babies hanging out with my dad, him watching over them, my grandma doting on them, my grandpa teasing them, my aunt enjoying them. Someday....
I have a love/hate relationship with fall. Funny...I know. It is by FAR my 
And finally my most prized piece of fall decor is a card that sat on the window seal of my dad's hospital bed for the entire month of October 2003. It is a card that has an incredible photograph of a pumpkin. I set it out each year and tell my kids about it. It was given to my dad by the real estate office he worked for. It reminds me of all the people that cared for him, prayed for him and supported him during that difficult time. He was truly LOVED by so many. He is still greatly MISSED by so many!
