I was just waiting to miscarry.

I was cautiously excited at the idea that I was a little bit closer to maybe having another child, but I think I knew that something bad would happen.  or maybe I just convinced myself that something bad would happen.  All I know is that something bad did happen, but we weren’t shocked by it, not like we were with our precious James and Jake.

I really, truly miss them with every piece of me.  I miss everything about them, from watching them together on the ultrasound screen, to loving the idea of having them in our lives, I miss holding their little lifeless bodies in our arms because during those moments we were physically their parents, they were ours.  The further time slips away, the further they seem to slip away and I can’t stand it.

And they’re still ours.  I know this and Brian knows this, we constantly think about how old they would be or what our lives would be like if they were with us.  Sometimes we communicate it verbally but mostly it’s with our eyes.

I can’t explain or even understand why any of this has happened, it’s like I live in a world all alone where people think they understand, people try to understand but seldom really do.  Few are actually in this stupid, unspoken club.  And I’m glad for these people, I actually love the fact that so many people don’t know what it’s like to feel like I do inside.  Because it’s painful and I don’t want anyone to feel pain like this and when people do, even I don’t know what to do.

We become mothers the minute we learn we are pregnant.  The dreams, the love, the fears, the apprehension are all weaved together to create motherhood.  And sometimes those dreams don’t come true and the fear does come true and for other others their dreams do come true and their fears don’t come true, it’s all so complicated.  So beautiful.  So painful.

I don’t know why me and I don’t know why not me.  I’ve said that all along.  But what is really pissing me off is that during this past pregnancy, the one that ended just one week ago, I was never able to enjoy it.  I was guarded, I was scared,  I did not want to have MY LIFE thrown upside down IN AN INSTANT like what happened with James and Jake.

So, I just waited for the pregnancy to end.  I waited to bleed.  And I did.  I waited to not see a heartbeat and we didn’t.  I waited to hear the I’m sorry’s all over again and we heard them.

I did not dare to dream.  And I’m not sure I ever will.

This pregnancy had it’s warning signs all throughout, so I’m certain that is is part of the reason why I felt a miscarriage was going to happen.  At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Even though you would think I was prepared for the worst, I wasn’t.  I’m sitting here wondering how we got here.  How is it that one year ago right now, I was blissfully pregnant with identical twin boys and now?  Our lives are so different.

It hurts.  But what hurts the most right now is knowing that maybe my body just can’t do this anymore.

My heart is breaking tonight.

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