Friday, December 24, 2010

It's a....



WooHoo! Merry Christmas, everyone!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Loss

Oh friends, what a sad time this has been. I have struggled with so many emotions, some I never knew I could feel, all in the span of four days. I can't begin to explain the empty feeling, the pain, and the numbness.
I have debated whether or not to share our story, worried that some might think it is too private, worried that it might be too painful, but I have realized that this baby deserves for it's story to be told, and I want to tell that story because it's wonderful. So, there may be tears, there may be hurt, but here it is, for better or worse.
We found out we were pregnant on April 30th. You can read the full story on the new blog I started here. Our first sonogram was May 17th. We all crowded into the little room and saw... not much. Only the sac. I didn't worry too much, but I thought I was 6 weeks and 6 days pregnant based on my last cycle and VERY CERTAIN conception date. So when she told me the sac was measuring 5 weeks and 5 days I thought it was weird, but thought I may just be growing more slowly. It wasn't until my Dr. called later that afternoon that I started worrying. She basically told me that she thought it was probably too early and rescheduled me for two and a half weeks later, but based on my dates, I could tell she was a little concerned. She told me that my levels and numbers were perfect, though, so there was no need to worry.
I started feeling better right before we left for Vegas, which was nice, but looking back, was probably a sign. I had been nauseous most days since I found out and all the sudden, I didn't feel nauseous at all. The one thing that was weird though, is that I started showing right about that time. I mean, a definite baby bump. While we were in Vegas, Dan asked how I was planning on keeping the pregnancy a secret with a belly. When we got back, it was a little difficult not to say anything with an obvious bump that I assumed meant everything was great and healthy. We told our Sunday School class through email and waited for Wednesday.
My mom flew in that morning for the sonogram and Tom and Beth met us there. Dan and I decided to go back to the room by ourselves since I was so nervous and I am glad we made that decision. Once I got laid down on the table and she started, we saw the baby, but I knew something wasn't right because it was too small. It looked like Grace's sonogram we had at 6 1/2 weeks. I was 9 weeks. The idea of no heartbeat never crossed my mind though; I thought I must be wrong about my dates or that the baby was just growing more slowly. Then it hit me that she said the sac was measuring almost 7 weeks and the baby was measuring 6 weeks. The sac had grown, but only 7 days in the last 2 1/2 weeks. I knew something was wrong and it was confirmed when she said she wanted to do an internal sonogram. I shouldn't need an internal if I'm nine weeks. We should be seeing more than what we're seeing. The next five minutes were the most quiet and terrifying. I was afraid she was going to tell me the baby was growing too slowly, or didn't have a brain, or anything besides there wasn't a heartbeat. But when she said the words, they hit me like a punch to the stomach and I burst into tears. I know she said something about talking to the doctor, but I only remember Danny scooping me up and crying with me and telling me we would see him again one day. I didn't want to tell our family. I couldn't bear to tell them that there wasn't another grand baby on the way. They met us outside after Dan told them and we numbly parted ways because my doctor asked me to come over right away.
After talking with the nurse on Wednesday and Dr. Owen on Thursday, we decided on a d&c for Friday morning. I can't explain the range of emotions those two days. I didn't want to talk to anyone, but couldn't even think about being alone. I wanted to scoop up Grace and hold her so tight, but at times looking at her made me cry, thinking about what we lost. I wanted to scream and just be silent. I wanted to run away and crawl under the covers and not think.
My friend Emily went through this very recently as well. Our girls are about 3 1/2 weeks apart and our babies were due 3 1/2 weeks apart. Talking to her helped me understand so much. It made me feel normal, let me know what might happen to my body medically, and gave words to the grief I was feeling. Em, I will be forever grateful that if this is something we have to go through, I had a friend like you to grieve through it with me.
The procedure on Friday was very quick and quite painless. I had some mild cramping and spotting but no real pain to speak of. I remember thinking right before how ready I was to get the procedure over with, but when the anesthesiologist came in and started explaining things I was gripped with the feeling that I just wanted to leave. The procedure would be quick and virtually painless, but they were taking the only part of the pregnancy I had left. They were taking my baby out of me and I would be empty when they were finished. I was heartbroken again at the realization.
Friday afternoon was really a "good day" if those are even the right words. I wasn't very weepy or emotional, I was grateful for the medical aspect to be over, and I felt better than I thought I would. Saturday was full of numbness and emptiness. My mom left, which was so difficult, and the day seemed to drag on. Today has brought much of the same, but I know things are going to get easier and easier.
I haven't had any real peace to speak of yet. No real closeness with God, which I think is surprising. Not that I don't know the truth; that He is close and grieving with us, that He understands what we are going through, and that this world is not the end for us, but my head and my heart aren't communicating much yet. Everyone's words feel empty and hollow, because I feel empty and hollow, not because the words don't mean anything. I want this time to be over, want to move on and start feeling "normal."
Thank you for letting me share. This is by far the most difficult thing we have ever experienced (I know, we have been very blessed!) and we are ready to be on the other side of it. Ready for more children. Ready to come out stronger because of it. Ready to feel God in all of it. Ready for the tears to stop. We are so grateful to all of you who have prayed for us, cried with us, shared your time and meals with us, and been the hands and feet of Jesus to us in all of this. We know that slowly, this will start to get easier.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Exciting News

I woke up at 3:30 in the morning on Friday, April 30th and couldn't sleep. I was recounting the events of the day and feeling bad for my horrible attitude at the store. I was incredibly moody, bossy, and just not myself all day. When I got home, it wasn't much better, and I had to control my anger at Dan and how loudly he seemed to be breathing. I knew something wasn't right and knew in an instant that morning that I was pregnant. I was feeling the same way I did right before I found out I was pregnant with Grace. I got up and took a test (when you're trying, you keep these things in stock) and sure enough, I got a very quick and visible positive sign. I was shocked, crying, excited, and trying to come up with a great way to tell Dan since he was with me when we found out with Grace and I didn't have that opportunity. I was pacing back and forth and heard Dan call my name.
"Ashley?"
"Wake up, I'm pregnant." So much for a great way to announce the news!
"What?"
"You heard me, get in here! I'm freaking out!"
It is important to note that while we have been wanting another baby since October, we agreed that April would be the month we weren't going to try. For those of you who don't know, I bought the Lubbock Bridal Faire with a partner and it occurs once a year in January. Guess when the baby would be due? January. Needless to say, I was a little stressed. I had done the math and knew that my due date would be the week before the show. I suppose our way to get pregnant is to say, "as long as we don't get pregnant in April..."
After Dan calmed me down, we started to get excited and tried to go back to sleep, being as it was 4:15 in the morning. We told his parents and my family on Sunday the 2nd. We have been waiting to say much else until after our second sonogram on June 2nd. The first sonogram was May 17th and the doctors think it was too early because we couldn't see the baby. Hopefully we will see our sweet pumpkin and hear that perfect little heartbeat in a week and then finally send everyone over to the new site to start celebrating with us!
Oh my, friends, we are going to be a family of four! Woohoo!

The first test...
The second test...
and the third, just to be sure! Does every woman do this or is it just me?

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Welcome friends

In honor of our new little one on the way, I have decided to give our family a new blog. Even thought I'm a firstborn, I already feel protective of our new little second child and how unfair it would be to have all of his or her accomplishments and milestones under the title "Our Sweet Baby Grace!" So after we make the big announcement, we will move the blog to this page. Hope you enjoy our new journey!