A week ago, my life turned upside down. I thought I’d be ushering in the 2013 Year of the Snake with a happy “I’m pregnant!” announcement to family and friends, but ended up spending the first few days of Chinese New Year with intensifying cramps, spotting, clotting, bed rest and alas, a confirmed miscarriage. Our baby would have been 8 weeks now. Physically, the pain and bleeding have passed but emotionally, it’s been a rollercoaster ride to recovery. It’s hard to explain why such an early pregnancy loss can leave emotional scars. Some days I do feel better but other days, it still hurts – esp. when I meet others who “accidentally” conceived another baby when they didn’t plan or necessarily want to. That said, I’m thankful for the support of those who’ve gone through miscarriages/ still births and gone on to have healthy deliveries.
I’ll revisit my obgyn this week to verify that a D&C procedure is not needed as the tissue from the blighted ovum had passed naturally. Despite seeing the gestational sac at the initial ultrasound scan around week 5, the embryo had not grown as it should, most likely due to chromosonal defects, so this was considered a clinical miscarriage from an anembryonic pregnancy.
Last night at our rather bittersweet Valentines dinner, we reflected how this has made us appreciate B so much more and acknowledged the need for closure. We’ll definitely try again when the time is right, approx. 3 months from now. In a small way, there’s some relief that I don’t have to mind two kids under two… and there’s less pressure for B to grow up into the big brother he will be one day.
I woke up in the wee hours this morning feeling a little down but was reminded of this song. The joy of the Lord will be my strength!