“And I realized something, as I tried to untangle my
sadness and anger and confusion. I had believed that the miscarriage was
an open wound that would only be healed by a healthy pregnancy. So I’ve
been waiting on a pregnancy to move me out of this terrible season of
loss. And I’ve been weighing down a pregnancy that doesn’t even exist yet
with truckloads of expectation and pressure. I realized that I need to
close the wound now and that it’s unfair, to me and to an unknown future, to
leave it open any longer.” Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet
I said to Ellen about a month after we lost the baby how
I just wanted to be pregnant again because that would make it better. She
responded in true Sue Ellen fashion with, “I know your heart well enough to
tell you that one life will not replace another.” I cannot even begin to
explain how true those words are. I wanted to be pregnant again so
bad because then it would all just go away. A baby would be coming again,
the pain would go away, and we could move on. That’s not the way it works
though. When you bury the hard parts of life, they always come back,
believe me…they always come back. It was not until God completely broke
me down to the point that I had to let go, that He brought us another
baby. My close friends who had had a miscarriage kept telling me
that there would be a moment when God would take it away. Now that is not
to say that I would forget, but I would feel a peace and be able to move
on. I told every single one of them that I didn’t believe that was ever
going to happen for me and then I was completely caught off guard when it
did. It was Easter weekend and God just broke me down. BROKE
ME DOWN. It began at Good Friday Service as I was worshiping beside my
dear, dear friend who had lost her baby two weeks before me. We raised
our hands and we worshiped amidst deep, deep pain and loss. Then the
clips from The Passion began. I could barely even watch
them. I don’t even know how to describe what happened in my heart during
the following 9 minutes of that movie but God just broke me. He also
freed from a lot of bondage that I didn’t know was still there.
The Lord wanted me to go through that, He needed me to go
through that. He needed me to be released. Once I was…on Easter
Sunday we would find out we were pregnant.
“Nine months ago, the world was so different. I was so
different. The concept of pregnancy was so different to me, so innocent. Of
course I knew women who had miscarried: my mother, my cousin, my friends. But
like anything, when it happens to you it’s like waking up to a conversation
you’ve heard before and only now grasp, and you realize entirely anew what they
were talking about, what they were trying to find the words to describe.” Shauna
Niequist
I was not at all prepared for how losing a baby
would change my life. I didn’t realize that it wouldn’t go away. I
honestly thought when we miscarried, “okay this hurts like hell, but I am sure
in two weeks I will be fine.” Its 5 months later and the pain has
subsided but it has not completely vanished. I still have every email and text message that was sent to me on the day that we lost the baby and the weeks that followed. I cannot bare to delete them. I am going to carry this pain for
the rest of my life. That is the part I wasn’t prepared for. We are
not going to welcome a baby into our home in two months. He got to go
HOME sooner than I expected. I just don’t know that those words will ever
come from my lips without tears in my eyes.
I also wasn’t prepared for the emotion being pregnant again
would bring. We have had 3 ultrasounds in the past couple months and I have not looked at the
screen until Matt has seen the heartbeat and told me to look. I have
literally felt a weight taken off of me in the last week since the doctor told
us we are now in the safe zone. I have finally begun to think and dream
about a nursery. Miscarriage took away the innocence of pregnancy to
me. Before, I always assumed we would have a baby in 9 months because
that is how it has always happened. Surely after being a single
mother and encountering all the loss that entailed, God will not take a baby
away from me. That is not the way that it works…that is not the way God
works. How can He make us stronger people if we never go through anything
hard, excruciatingly hard? The family verse that hangs in our living room
and that we pray over our children every night is, “Let us run with
endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith." Matt read that to me on our wedding day and
we truly believe that is a calling that God has placed on our lives as a
family. It doesn’t say we will run the race til we don’t get what we want
and then we will quit. Because then it would be easy wouldn’t it?
The race isn’t easy, I didn’t sign up for an easy race so I could collect my
trophy and go HOME. I signed up for the hard race, the race that is worth
running, the one that you have to run with endurance and keep your eyes on
Jesus to finish. Because we are choosing to run with endurance I now have
two more eyes in heaven that I can keep my eyes on.