To the baby that was, and then wasn't.

Friday, January 17, 2014

I don't believe in luck. But as I stare at the number on waiting room 8, I can't help but think to myself that for someone superstitious, eight would be an auspicious number.
I stare at the wall and wait. It is beige. Did they choose off-white so that the room would seem less cold?
It doesn't seem warmer.

I look at the blood pressure cuff hanging from the wall.
Blood. There is so much. Too much to be normal.

I want the doctor to come in, to tell me that it is normal, to tell me it will all be okay. But I know that isn't what she will tell me. The Internet has made me my own doctor.

I stare at the thin white roll of paper atop the examination bed. Vinyl peeks out on either side. Do they disinfect that bare area?

The doctor walks in. Her round belly tells me she is well into her second, maybe third (?) trimester. I smirk inside. I am not jealous, not sad. I think I will feel envious, but the feeling doesn't come. I just think that it is ironic that I am here, with you, you who are perhaps no longer, and the one walk-in doctor that could see me is so charmingly pregnant.

She has a soft voice. I can tell she feels badly for me. She rolls her chair closer to the desk, as if to conceal her belly. She asks me a few questions. I cry. She doesn't flinch and tells me it could be normal or it could be a sign of a miscarriage. She tells me it's not my fault. Then she repeats it, as if to make sure I heard her. I barely hear what she is saying; my mind is elsewhere. Her voice is soft and gentle. Like a warm breeze on a summer's evening. I like her. She tells me it is now just a waiting game.
I watch her type in her notes on the computer: threatened abortion or possible ectopic.


We bought you green shoes. The day we found out, we bought you green shoes. We bought them bigger so you could wear them when you were older. They were thirty-five dollars, and your father didn't even flinch. That's how I knew he was, truly, very, emphatically excited. Your father hates it when I buy shoes.

We were so excited. We shared secret smiles with each other all day. I liked that. A secret that no one else in the world knew except your father and I.

Now, we have a different kind of secret. I now know why so few people mention the 'm' word. miscarriage. I haven't been to work in three days. I don't know how to explain to people this sadness i feel. I play the scenario out in my head: Good news! We're pregnant! Bad news. I've been bleeding for twelve days and it's only getting worse.

You're here and yet not.


The doctor's office just called. hi, this is the doctor's office calling on behalf of dr.______. She would like you to make an appointment for your blood test results. 

Can I come in now?

No, sorry, she has already left for the weekend. Best to come in on Monday.

It's only Thursday and I know that you'll be gone by Monday.

There is so much blood.

I think you're already gone.


Tonight, I took out your green shoes. We stared at them for awhile. I guess the first pair of shoes our next child will have will be hand-me-downs, your father quipped. Then we tucked them back into the box, neatly, one after the other. I put them up on the shelf, where they'll stay. Ready for you to share with your little brother or sister one day.


There is much sorrow tonight. There is also thankfulness. Thankfulness that I was so privileged as to spend these few weeks with you. And, for some reason, much hope. Hope that in this, God is doing something far more than I know or understand.  There is not a note that is out of tune in His song.
I am sitting in the quiet. The gentle rumblings of a snore coming from the little pug lying next to me that you will never meet. Her little furry head has been resting on my belly all day. There isn't much left to say tonight. Only feelings of sorrow and grief alloyed with growing gratefulness and hope and thankfulness.


  1. I'm so sorry. Praying for you during this difficult time.

  2. Praying for you guys as you deal with this. Thankful for the hope we have. You will meet that little one one day...

  3. This was the most beautiful and inspiring thing I've read in a long time. I love you both.

  4. Just crying. Thanks for your boldness in being open about this.

  5. This is beautiful. Praying for you & Thank you for sharing.

  6. My heart is breaking with yours. Praying for you both.

  7. Love to you. Sharing in your sadness & tears.

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