So, after a nice dinner at my parent's house tonight, we came home and proofed our home study (our social worker sent it to us about two weeks ago and we finally found time to sit down together--it's been a busy two weeks!) Initially it was fun to read, but it was loooooong. I think maybe that has something to do with the fact that we talked A LOT during our home study meetings. Is that a surprise? Not a bit.
Anyway, we read, made corrections, read, made corrections. And, it got kinda old. Maybe that's because we already knew the story!?
Mid-way through I mentioned that I "needed" a snack. Jamie thought wine sounded good. So, we had wine and cheese. OK, wine and Cheez-Its and cheese sticks. I know, classy.
I had to laugh at our extravagant date night.
Here we are snacking, wining, reading and correcting....in the toy room of all places:
We got to the part that was really hard to read, even though I lived it and knew the moments in great detail, more detail than I ever want to remember.
It started with saying we had 3 miscarriages. I Xed out the 3 and wrote 4. She forgot about our most recent loss. I haven't forgotten.
Here's the story that followed:
"The couple's 3rd miscarriage was on January 10, 2011 after their second round of IVF. Heather was 14 weeks into the pregnancy and she felt great. They had two ultrasounds and heard the baby's heartbeat. They were in love with their sweet baby from the very beginning. Heather announced her pregnancy at work that morning (some friends came over the night before to help make pink and blue cookies--everyone at work announces their pregnancies with pink and blue treats.) After lunch she noticed a small amount of spotting and by 2:30 p.m. was in the ultrasound room and it as confirmed that their baby no longer had a heartbeat. Heather was so scared waiting to find out and yelled "NO!" and felt Jamie lay his head on her. Heather states that she felt stronger knowing he was there with her and told him that they would get through this and that they would have a bigger family someday."
There is more, but this is what started the tears. It all seems so far away, yet feels so fresh. The thought of having a baby growing inside of me seems so distant. But, the grief is still there.
I remember yelling "NO!" so loudly that I am sure everyone in the other rooms could hear me.
I remember hearing Jamie cry and feeling that I needed to be strong to support him. He's always been my rock and I needed to be there for him.
I remember the look of sorrow and sympathy on the ultrasound tech's face, and her gentle comment that she would give us some time, she left the room. And, I remember the last photo she printed of our sweet little boy. I remember feeling so grateful that she knew I wanted a picture, the last thing I would ever have to remind me of him.
I remember calling work and asking an email to be sent out ASAP to stop the congratulatory emails. And, I remember calling my mom. The first thing I said is, "Mom, I want you to know we will be OK, but...." I didn't want her to worry. What mom wouldn't? I wanted to hug her so bad knowing that she, too, was experiencing great loss. Her cherished grandchild was no longer alive in me.
Home study. We got through reading the rest of it and it circled back to our commitment and excitement for adoption. But, for now, I'm back to mourning our little boy that we won't meet until we go to heaven.
Tomorrow is a new day.