Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Big Brother Jason

  Last week while eating lunch with Jason and Lauren, I got a glimpse of Jason's ongoing grief.  We were all sitting down, when suddenly Lauren decided to get out of her seat.  Yeah, she's a big girl now and wants nothing to do with her high chair, or plastic forks and spoons or anything "baby".  Anyway, she suddenly jumps out of her chair, doesn't listen to either Jason or me telling her to finish lunch.  We are trying to instill in her to stay in her seat.  Which of course is an impossible task for a 2 year old to master.  In the meantime, Lauren is giving us her big smile and disregarding any instruction to remain seated.  Jason and I were trying not to laugh, but it's very hard not to do so.  Defeated, we burst out laughing and begin to hug her and kiss her.  Then suddenly, Jason's laughter became cries, sobs, raw grief.  I asked him what was wrong and he responded, "I miss Ethan".

  Heartwrenching.  Watching his grief, ugggh it's a double whammy.  I hurt because he's hurting.  I want to take it away.  But, I know he will also always miss Ethan and he has his own grief journey that he also has to maneuver.  There are times, when I only think about my grief, my  pain, my hurt that I forget he was a 5 year old little boy that was eager to finally have a baby brother.  He was so excited to have his little brother arrive in early July.  And his world was also shattered on May 21st when we found out our baby had died.  He also has a part of him that is missing, and his name is Ethan.

  As hard as it was to witness his pain, it was also reassuring to know that I'm not the only one that misses him.  We all miss him, my parents, my siblings, my nieces so many people.  He was only here 32 weeks but left an impression on so many people, his tiny footprints definitely left imprints in our hearts.  And I will continue to talk about him and bring him up as much as I can, because even though he is not physically here, he will always be a part of our lives.  Even Lauren, will point to his picture on our dresser and say, "Ethan".  I love it. 

Ethan, we love and miss you so much my little pumpkin.  Your big brother, misses you so much.  We love you Ethan!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Happy Birthday Ethan!

Yesterday was Ethan's 3rd Birthday.  We went to our favorite cupcake shop and bought 5 cupcakes, one for every person in our family.  Yes, Ethan also got a cupcake.  And Mommy is the one that got to eat it.We went to the cemetery and sang Happy Birthday to our Ethan.   It was a bittersweet day, full of tears, memories and an overwhelming longing to hold him in my arms.  Yet, I wanted to celebrate my baby, his life, 32 weeks in my womb.  He brought us so much happiness, and when I think of him, I smile.

My sweet baby boy.  I miss you so much.  I wish you were here to celebrate your life, your birthday with us.  I know your brother misses you too.  He talks about you often, and this makes me so happy.  You're not physically here but you are an important part of our lives.  Lauren, also knows who you are.  She points to your picture on my dresser and says, "Bebe".   I'm working on your name with her.  My sweet Ethan, I wish I could go back to May 23rd, 2008 to hold you again, to kiss  you and kiss your toesies.  I want to hold you my baby.  I miss you so much.  I have learned to live with the pain of not haivng you here, but at times it's so hard.  I love you more than words can say. 
Love, Mommy

Monday, March 7, 2011

Just once...

Why can't I be "normal" and have a happy ending like everyone else. But, who am I kidding. It's me, nothing ever goes the way it should. I'm always on the other side of the statistics, the one that gets told, "I'm sorry, but...". Arggh. Yes, I'm angry and pissed and hurt. I want to lash out at everyone. I am screaming, WHY WHY WHY?

On Feb 8th, I was at work. I had just come back from attending my niece's baby shower over the weekend. My Mom insisted I was pregnant. In my head, I thought, "No, I'm not". It's me, infertile, need fertility drugs and IUI to get pregnant. Then, I began to check my calendar and yes it had been a while since my last period. Nothing unusual given my history of PCOS. Although, all of 2010 I was predictable every 40 days or so. So, I checked, I peed on a stick and to my surprise, pleasant surprise, I saw a very light pink 2nd line. Could it really be? No, it can't. All of these years and we've never been able to conceive without the aid of fertility drugs. But, there it was, 2nd line. I call my husband, excited, gitty, full of hope. I told him the news and he too was surprised, but ecstatic. Here's the thing. We were planning on seeing our fertility doctor in February. And here we were February 8th and we were pregnant. Oh the excitement of that day. I felt like as if I had won the lottery, nah better than that. I was the happiest most blessed person, or so I thought.

Of course, I called my niece and told her. We told my sister in law. I felt fine, I thought, this time I'm going to try to be like all of the other women, I want to immerse myself in the bliss of pregnancy, I need to calm down and not worry about every single thing. People get pregnant all the time, and go on to have healthy pregnancies and live babies. This is a gift and I'm going to enjoy it, every step of the way.

But, as you can probably tell by the tone of this post. It didn't turn out as I had hoped, I miscarried my "miracle" baby. I had an ultrasound done by a friend who needed pregnant models. I felt confident and volunteered to be her pregnant model. I went in on the Sunday before my first scheduled OB appt. that following Thurs. I was certain everything was going to be fine. But, we couldn't see a heartbeat. We saw a gestational sac, fetal pole but no heartbeat. She tried to reassure me, that it was too early. I was measuring 6w3d. But, I knew it wasn't. With both Ethan and Lauren, we could see their heartbeat at 6weeks. But, again I wanted to be "normal" and went along with it. I told myself, I haven't been cramping or bleeding. My HCG levels early on were fine, on the high side actually. My progesterone level was great. I was doing everything on my end, Lovenox injections check, progesterone injections check. I had even started following my diabetic diet from before since I had gestational diabetes. Blood sugars were great. Blood pressure was stellar. "Yes, everything would be just fine", I thought.

Thursday arrived, my husband accompanied me to our doctor's office. The first person we saw was the sonographer, she performed an abdominal ultrasound, and there was the sac but that's it. Maybe a shadow of a fetal pole. I made her do a transvaginal ultrasound, and NOTHING. She also said maybe it was too early. I was still measuring 6w and a couple days. Utter devastation had set in at this point. I saw the nurse practitioner and she confirmed my worst fears. It appeared I had miscarried. We talked about my options. I opted to wait and come in for a repeat ultrasound a couple days later. I was still holding on to hope. I went home that day and cried all weekend. I called my OB on Monday and decided to have a D&C, but wanted to make sure I indeed had miscarried. We went in and again nothing, the fetal pole I saw was now almost gone, reabsorbed I imagine. We talked about the risks of the D&C, I asked her if she thought this would damage my uterus, she reassured me she would be extremely cautious. I just couldn't bear the thought of miscarrying at home, the pain, the passing of my baby. I couldn't do it. Plus, I wanted to have chromosomal testing done.

I had the D&C March 8th at the same hospital where Ethan was born and Lauren was born. All the memories of losing Ethan rushed through me, and here I was again... I'm doing better now (April 11th, it took me a while to finally post this), physically I recovered fairly fast. Emotionally, I'm taking it day by day. We did get the results of the chromosomal testing, 46XX. We would've had a girl.  I have mixed feelings about the "normal" results, if chromosomally everything was fine, why did I miscarry? It's not fair. Life isn't fair!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day

Feb 14, 2008

I remember this day like it was yesterday. I was 18 weeks pregnant with Ethan. We went to our MFM appointment for our 18 week ultrasound. 4 chamber heart, 2 kidneys, 1 stomach and he was a BOY!!! We were over the moon! A boy! We went to lunch after our ultrasound, after all we had plenty to celebrate, Valentine's Day and a healthy baby boy!

Happy Valentine's Day my sweet baby boy, I wish you were here. I'd kiss you and hug you and would give you all of the chocolate your little heart desired. I miss you so much! 3 years ago I found out you were a boy. And oh how my heart aches for you my sweet baby boy. I love you Ethan!
Always Mommy