There really isn't a way to describe fully what happens to
your heart and spirit when you experience a miscarriage. What is universally
understandable, yet torture on your loved ones is that you will emphatically
blame your body for this tragedy. Of course it’s your body’s fault; after all it’s
your body that now is letting this baby go. If you could stop it you would, but
your body betrays you. You hold on to your tummy, you curl up into a fetal
position and you clinch every muscle possible in a desperate attempt to keep
your child within, safe and sound, all the while saying desperate prayers for
help. Your body lets you down of course, and it’s in that moment that you know
your body will carry this blame. You lie there going over everything you did
and ate over the last several months trying to see if you did something that
triggered this, and when you find nothing, again your body takes the blame.
My body has taken on this bashing three times now, and only
yesterday did it finally get the apology it deserved. This was my first
“captured” miscarriage, meaning this is the first time “tissue” was recovered
for testing. We will not find out the results of this genetic testing till the
end of this month, but what we were able to test for in the meantime and rule
out, is that my body is not to blame. So very long and overly medical story
later… I did not have any infections that may have contributed to the loss, my
antibodies were not attacking the fetus, my thyroid is functioning perfectly,
etc. In short, my body is off the hook.
So, with the apologies made to my body, I will now begin to
take advantage of two months of non-pregnant behavior. I will color the grays,
I will eat sushi and drink sake (and wine), I will enjoy a stinky cheese, feta
or brie, I will resume my pre-baby workout, I will enjoy super hot baths and
the extra time that comes with nap free afternoons. I will save all the nursery
plans I had made and I will shelve my library of books for now, I will lick my
wounds, heal my body, learn all I can and trust in my Doctor’s proactive plan
and I will believe that here soon I will again be with child.
Today; today I stop my body blaming!
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