Our recent tragedy of loss

What most of you do not know because I have not yet shared is that we recently experienced a loss.  Back over the summer in August I found out I was pregnant with baby #2.  It was a whirlwind and exciting news.  I was extremely nervous and anxious when I first found out as it happened so fast but gradually I started getting more excited.  We told our immediate family members and I told people at work (mainly because I was feeling winded and extremely tired).  Right before my daughter turned 2 in September I started bleeding.  About 6 weeks into the pregnancy I lost it.  It was devastating.  We were planning on telling the rest of the family that weekend at Bree's party about the pregnancy but we never had to as I lost it before that.  

I ended up going to the hospital because of the bleeding and because I couldn't wait 2 days to repeat blood tests to confirm what I already expected.  I couldn't make it through the wonder and anxiety about what was going on.  I had some bleeding with Bree but everything was fine.  Doctor called it implantation bleeding but this was different.  The ER doctor thinks that I lost the baby way before I even started bleeding based on the HCG levels in my blood test.  

I always planned on sharing this story with people but never knew the right time.  Now that October is pregnancy and infant loss awareness month, I felt now is the perfect time to share.  See I haven't wanted to talk about it because it gets me sad.  After this happened I was not the same and at times still don't feel like the same.  Everything has been a trigger for my anxiety; the people I work with, certain places, certain times of day.  My grief will hit sometimes out of nowhere and I would just cry.  For a while like clockwork I was crying on my way home from work.  My anxiety has been, and at times still is so bad that I can't breathe.  I work for a hospice so I know about grief. I also work with people that know about grief and they were all so kind and wanted to check in on me and showed they cared.  The problem was that all the attention, questions about how I was feeling, the "I'm sorry's" made me feel sadder and made me quieter and put up a bigger wall.  I didn't know how to talk to people. I should also mention that the hospice I work for is associated with a couple hospitals in the area and one of those hospitals was the one I went to so whenever I pass it or have to go inside, it is a trigger.   I didn't know what to do except wait for the feelings to subside until a nurse at work told me she had a miscarriage in the past and she had a very hard time.  She said she found a support group and it really helped her.  So I looked into going to options....

See not only did I never expect to experience this but I never expected to feel the way I did.  I never understood how someone going through a miscarriage can grieve so badly.  How can you be sad over a baby you never had, that you never met, that never lived outside of you.  In my case I barely had the baby at all.  How could it effect me this much? It does though.  I am sure part of it is just the complete shock to my body with the change in hormones.  My emotions were up and down.  I was anxious about having the baby and then as soon as I come to terms and get excited it gets taken from me.  And, also, I felt the baby.  No, I did not feel it kicking or moving around but I felt the symptoms.  I felt pregnant and felt everything that comes with it.  I just knew..... 

I also knew that if I couldn't relate to this feeling until having experienced one that the people around me couldn't relate or fully understand either.  I felt isolated and alone.  I ended up finding a support group at the hospital near me and the group is called SHARE.  I have only gone to one so far because they meet 2x/month but I felt a sense of relief after my first session.  I found others going through this.  I found a safe place I could be heard and fully understood.  I had a sense of hope that this isn't the end of the road for me and our attempts at another baby it was just a road block.  My anxiety, although still prevalent at times, has really gotten better.  My anxiety is no longer about this loss but just something I am prone to experience at times and have experienced prior to this loss.  We are still trying for another baby.  As I sit and write this I have received my period and it did not happen for us this month, but you know what I am ok with it.  I didn't feel pregnant like I did last month (call me crazy if you want but I knew with Bree and I knew this last time) so I wasn't as anxious this month about whether I am or am not.  I am trying to let go and let whatever will be, be.  

I am writing this because I want others to know they are not alone.  I want others who are experiencing this right now, who experienced this recently like me, or experienced it a long time ago that it is heartbreaking.  I am here.  We are a community.  Sometimes this happens and there isn't a reason, although we may really want one.  Also know there are support groups and maybe you can find some help and peace in one like I am experiencing now.  If you need help finding one by you, let me know.  I am a social worker by trade so this is what I do.  I have learned to be resourceful.  The SHARE group is a nationwide group.  The hospitals I work with have their SHARE groups and that is where I attend.  They have a walk coming up this month as well.  There are people out there for you and have a story as well.  Don't be afraid to reach out to me if you need it.