I'm thinking I have wanted to post this a long time ago.
Little back story here. I have 3 beautiful children ages 8, 6 and 3. And in the last 2 years I have experienced 2 miscarriages. Both being a shock when I found out. The first I went in for my first appointment at 12 weeks (that's when they first see the patient) and finding out the baby stopped at 7 weeks!! What the?!? I thought when someone miscarried the body just knew what to do. Well, not the case for me apparently. So after finally starting to miscarry on my own I ended up in the hospital Easter morning hemorrhaging. I ended up with an emergency DNC and 3 units of blood. It was not something I wanted to be going through and especially not on Easter when I had 3 kids at home. Any other day could have worked better for me. I overcame that one pretty quick. Then my second one I had my 12 week appointment and heard the lovely sound of a heart beat. It was wonderful. So I went about my life and then went in for my 18 week appointment only to not find a heart beat and have an ultrasound that I had no desire to watch, not that they would have let me anyway. Come to find out the baby stopped this time at 14 weeks. And I was not about to go through what I went through with the last one. My Dr. gave me the options of what I wanted to do. I chose DNC that day. That was a week before thanksgiving.
Not really my best of moments. But it made me grow as a person and learn things along the way. The second miscarriage has been more difficult to get over. But I have been working through that and I think I am finally on stable ground.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the kids I have already. They are wonderful! I love having a family and being a Mom. But I would also like my family to grow just a little bit bigger.
Now onto the meaning of this post in the first place. After, ESPECIALLY AFTER, having 2 miscarriages it has been hard for me to hear about others getting pregnant, especially from those that had no plans to get pregnant in the first place (hey, I know they can always change their minds). But none the less, I was and am still happy for them.
So whats bothering me you ask? When things, specifically on FB, are talked about or posted about how rough things are for them being pregnant or having a baby. Get over it!! There are people like ME who would give anything to be the one pregnant or getting up every 2-3 hours to feed a baby, or bounce the colicky baby for hours!! Be glad for what you have! Be glad you didn't end up in the hospital at what was supposed to be 18 weeks along just to leave a few hours later with NOTHING! Be happy you have your baby in your arms and not in some lab with DRs. wondering what went wrong. Hug your baby and embrace the moment for what it is. Someday your baby will sleep through the night, someday your baby will stop crying, someday your baby will tell you they love you, someday your baby will learn to ride a bike, go to school, have camp outs and sleepovers, make messes in their rooms, the house, outside, go to collage, get married, have kids. Mine? Mine won't.
Hey there Shanna - it's Courtney, your friend from long ago. My heart and my prayer go out to you and your family. I read this post and started to cry. I know what you mean by people on facebook complaining about their kids. I cannot have a child of my own do to health reasons, so my husband and I are going to adopt. We start our foster care class end of March. I miss you my friend, hope to be able to talk to you again soon. I am praying for you and yours.
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Courtney
Arizona