by Ivydragon » Jun 27, 2005 9:21 am
Kari, I am so sorry for your loss. (I am emailing Anna privately, so I'm not slighting her in writing to you). In my religion, we believe heavily in Eternal Life, and the opportunity to become Eternal Families. It is why I invest myself so much in my children and my husband. We are taught that children are innocent until they are baptized at age eight, and if they die before this age at which they can be accountable for their own actions that they automatically inherit the Kingdom of God in Heaven. Last summer I was contemplating and missing so dearly our baby that we miscarried at 7.5 weeks, two years ago this month. It was one of those quiet moments when I got to lay in bed and think in the morning. Instead of just curling up and crying, I was really wondering if the baby was a girl, or a boy, and then received a powerful impression that the baby had been a girl, and could feel such a strong bond with my daughter. My husband has no doubt that because I feel such a closeness with this child that she will be ours for Eternity, and I have heard other references to being able to raise the children you have lost in heaven. Some days when life is hard, and I question some of my choices, I endure what I have been taught is right because I want so badly to be that Eternal Family unit with my daughter, whom I have lost.
I didn't have a delivery. I had an ectopic pg, and the small amount of material that was discharged during my few extruciating cramps was all tested and found to be maternal material. The baby had formed outside of my uterus and fallopian tubes - making it appear that I had 3 ovaries, and I don't. I am facinated by these little tickers at the bottom of posts, and always look to see if anyone is as far along as I was, and am amazed at what my little baby was doing when we discovered there was nothing in my uterus. They gave me methotrexate, and then repeatedly tested my blood to make sure my pg hormones were going down to zero. I miscarried with three children already in my family. It is what you hold on to - their need to keep life going as normally as possible, the birthday party that is the weekend after you miscarry.
Many women suggested that I plant a tree or float candles on the water to represent my child, my loss. I was moving, and knew I wasn't going to stay in the house I was in - not reallizing then where I'd end up. I didn't want to plant something at my inlaws, either. We were not near any deceant water - The Great Salt Lake isn't exactly visitor friendly, lol, or a beautiful green place, and I didn't like the idea of my remembrance and goodbye for my child stuck in Utah, because we didn't want to stay there either! So I spent my summer finishing a cross-stitch that my husband gave to me. Hours of work (years, really) - there is a dove that I did near the end. It's of a Japanese Woman in a garden, and she is walking, enjoying the cherry blossoms on the tree, and yet looking back over her shoulder at a dove who has come to visit her - yet the dove has not landed, but is hovering in the air as she looks at it. That dove to me represents my child, who came to visit me, so strongly that I knew her presence, and then had to leave me. So I look at that from time to time, and it is my own private little remembrance of my daughter - right now, the only one I have. I'm contemplating a scrapbook page to remember her bye, to acknowledge her presence so that they don't all forget. I certainly cannot.
Sometimes it really is just one day at a time, one month at a time, one year at a time. My dh forgot my due date - so remind yours! My friends from here remembered, and it meant the world to me. I still have not forgiven my husband for forgetting my due date, January 23, 2004. Time does help you forget, though - I have forgotten the date I miscarried, and didn't even think of it this year when it was early June. Progress. One little thing at a time, making life a little easier, but never forgetting such a precious child.
Huge hugs, Andy
Mom to Aaron 14 (HG), Anna 11 (HG), Adam 8 (adopted), Andrew 8 (adopted), fostering a newborn . . .