Something's been hiding in my bathroom closet for a couple of months.
That whole closet needs reorganized, and it's time to bring out what's been hidden and time to throw it away...but before I do, it's time to tell the story of what I've been hiding.
It's this...
I don't even know if you can see that double line in the pictures. They were never very dark, those lines that confirmed that the hormones of pregnancy were beginning to wash through my body. But they were there.
They weren't enough, however, to keep the right mix of hormones in the right amounts at the right times, and a miscarriage happened. It was an early one--one of those that, if it weren't for the wonder of modern medical technology in home pregnancy tests, you would never know for sure that it had happened. Five weeks of pregnancy isn't very far along, not far enough for the baby to be making blood, blood that might mix with the mother's blood and require her to get a Rhogam shot. And so, since it was so early, since things were progressing along without any strange complications, I didn't even go to visit the midwives and have the miscarriage confirmed. I've been through this two other times, after all; so I--sadly--knew what to expect.
You might wonder if I was devastated, and I'll tell you that I wasn't. Disappointed, yes...but devastated, no. My heart is so full of gratitude for how God has blessed me with children that, although I was eager to have another, I wasn't crushed when it didn't work out that time.
But here's what was hard.
The miscarriage happened on August 19, during what felt to me like a season of loss. The biggest loss, of course, was my mother moving into a nursing home because of the progression of her Alzheimer's Disease; the sting of that loss still remains, despite my thankfulness that she's in a safe, caring, attractive place. Another loss of sorts was the trip Jeff, Josiah, and David took to California for a week at the end of August/beginning of September. Although I was thrilled that they could go and have so much fun and build so many memories together while visiting our family and friends there, I felt a huge emptiness without them here. When we planned the trip, we had no idea that my mom would be moving into the nursing home the day after Jeff and the boys left for California; neither did we know that I would have a miscarriage that month. Even if we had known those things, I would still have wanted them to make the trip; that's how strongly I felt about them seizing that opportunity for their adventure. But as I watched them go through the security checkpoint at the airport and then disappear out of sight, my deepest emotion was LOSS. (But happily, when they returned safely a week later, my heart rejoiced at my GAIN!) :)
Besides that trio of losses--a baby, my mom, and Jeff & my oldest two sons--I also felt surrounded by other disappointments, which admittedly were much smaller, but still played into my sense of being in a distinct season of loss. For example, when Josiah broke his arm, my vision of how the last month of our summer would go suddenly went up in smoke--or more accurately, was wrapped up in a cast, unable to move! Since our scheduled extracurriculars were over for the summer, I envisioned trips to Riven Rock Park to play in the mountain stream, time spent practicing violin in preparation for lessons to begin again in the fall, piano lessons that I would give Josiah to compensate for my dreadful lack of discipline as his piano teacher, and fun in the swimming pool--none of which could happen with his broken arm. I felt adrift, my dreams for what I thought would be a laid-back yet productive month of August having vanished in the light of reality.
Those were the events and that was my outlook in the days and weeks that surrounded my miscarriage. Not exactly the most cheerful of times, eh?
Out of that cloudy time came a strong light, however; and that was the unshakable trust I had in the will of God for the future size of my family. It was a gift from Him to be able to say--and believe with all my heart--"If He blesses us with another child, I will be DELIGHTED! But if He sees the path ahead and knows that I have all I can handle already, it is still OK. His plan is good, and I rest in that."
Today, on Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, I hear tales of pain much deeper than what I've experienced during my three miscarriages, and I wonder why I've, in a sense, had it so easy. Each time I've lost a pregnancy, something--or lots of somethings--have happened to diminish the pain and increase my awareness of the blessings that still surround me. Most dramatically, my first miscarriage occurred two days after we endured an armed robbery and home invasion. In light of that, losing a pregnancy at seven and a half weeks didn't seem as awful as I had thought it might. After all, I was still alive, and my husband and two sons were still alive, and our neighbor who was held hostage by the intruder was still alive, and his family was still alive, and life was AWESOME.
My second miscarriage happened in the summer of 2011 (the story is told in four parts: here, here, here, and here); but because the first pregnancy tests were vague in their results, my heart was prepared from the beginning for the possibility of a miscarriage. Since my hopes weren't raised too high, it didn't hurt as much when they were dashed. Even more significantly, I happened to get pregnant with Moriah in the month following the miscarriage. It wasn't really supposed to happen that way, according to man's wisdom; but clearly in the wisdom of God, it was the very best thing that could have happened that month. :) That (strong!) positive pregnancy test coming so quickly on the heels of the miscarriage definitely diminished the sense of loss, to be sure!
And now here we are in 2014. Like the 2011 miscarriage, the first pregnancy tests I took this time were negative, and then finally I got a faintly positive one, and then later, another faintly positive one. It was all so reminiscent, however, of the 2011 miscarriage that if I were a betting person, I would have put money on the possibility that I was having a miscarriage, long before it actually began. I did try to tell myself that, despite the fact that the pregnancy tests hadn't given a quick, strong positive, I still might manage to hang on and there still might be a healthy baby growing inside me; but I'm enough of a realist that I never got too far with that line of thinking.
When the miscarriage began, there was no surprise, but oh, there was that sense of loss. If you could have listened in on my prayers during those days, you might have heard something like this: "Really, God?!?! After trying for eight months, I finally get pregnant here in the month of August--the same month my mom moves to a nursing home--and I can't help but feel that it's so significant that just when one of the most precious relationships of my life is being, in a sense, taken away, You give me a brand new precious relationship. BUT THEN I MISCARRY? What's up with the timing of THAT? Did You really have to arrange things that way???"
I'm a paragon of faith and trust, can't you tell? ;-)
But God loved me even while I whined, and He covered me with His blanket of peace, and my soul was at rest.
It still is.
Not knowing the future...still feeling the nudge of desire for another baby...realizing that it's not a given that we'll have another one...I walk through these days knowing that when my plans fail, His never do.
Even when that means positive pregnancy tests that brought great joy turn into reminders of dreams that didn't come true.
Whether you're writing about joyous events, or grieving events, your heart is drawn closer to your Father, whose love transcends all the events providence throws your way. Truly your writing glorifies our Lord so beautifully. I am sorry for your loss ... for *all* your summer losses.
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Oops, just realised I'm on DR's account! Oh well, Davene, you know who I am :)
ReplyDeleteAnne x
I think you "have it easy" because you have hope. No matter how the story ends you can have peace knowing you have supernatural peace, hope, joy, etc. From watching your life over all these years you have always seemed so steadfast no matter what life throws at you. I don't know if that makes sense - it does to my 1 am feeding the baby brain!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your sweet heart, Davene. Your trust and surrender to the Father are a great encouragement. Much love, Lorna
ReplyDeleteOh Davene - In the midst of my own worries regarding pregnancy, your testimony of God's faithfulness amidst several pregnancy losses encourages me to fix my eyes on Him yet again. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing. When I first saw the picture I was ecstatic, then very unecstatic (not a real word, but you get my meaning). I'm praying the Lord opens your womb once again. We need more mothers like you, more children like yours, more families proclaiming Christ's glory and loving Him as deeply and fervently as yours does. Love you,
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