Life, as we know it, has undoubtedly changed over the past few months. From mass hysteria to self-isolation, we are all longing for life to resemble something we once knew. During this time, I find myself in a season of introspection. From experiencing a traumatic loss, to fighting a never-ending battle with anxiety, self-doubt, and depression, I have encountered nearly every emotion known to man—all over the course of a few months.
Life, as I knew it, would never be the same after December 1, 2019. In less than 48 hours, my water broke, I gave birth to my stillborn son, and I had an unexpected operation. I remember being eerily aware of everything that was happening to me.
Although he feigned calmness, I remember the look of concern in my husband’s eyes. I remember the soft touch of his hand on mine as I drifted in and out of sleep. I remember the repetitive beeping of the heart monitor—a sound that pierced through my eardrums like a shrill siren. I remember the dampness of my mother’s shirt from the tears I cried as she hugged me and rubbed my back. I remember feeling every single contraction. I remember the pain finally subsiding once I received my epidural. I remember the tears my husband cried when the nurse said, ever so gently, “It’s a boy.”
I was present.
I was aware.
I remember everything.
One thing I didn’t feel—couldn’t feel—was the actual pain of our loss. I did, however, feel extreme exhaustion: physically and mentally. Having to make so many immediate decisions in the midst of a traumatic event is anything but easy. I just wasn’t able to fully grasp the magnitude of what I went through. It didn’t seem real. That was until I got home…
When I walked into our apartment and saw the nursery, everything became real. No mother ever expects to be leaving the maternity ward without her newborn. When I stayed in bed for days with the blinds closed and I barley ate, it became real. When my breasts started to leak and there was no baby for me to feed, it became real. When the first person texted me to see how my pregnancy was going, it became real.
Through the muck and mire of it all, I clung to this Bible verse:
“I depend on God alone; I put my hope in him. He alone protects and saves me.” – Psalm 62: 5-6
Although it took some time for me to get back to regularly praying and studying the Word, that scripture carried me through my toughest moments. And while I will never get over the loss of my son, I am more than grateful that God chose me to be his mother. I am grateful that I had the chance to feel him kick and move. I am grateful that I was able to talk, sing, and bond with him. Even if it was only in my belly, our connection is something I’ll always cherish. Baby Boy West brought so much joy to my life, my marriage, and my family. For that, I can’t thank God enough.
So today, on April 18th, Baby Boy’s original due date, I have to thank God for bringing me to a place on my journey where I can pray, smile and laugh again. Life, as I once knew it, may be quite different. However, I know God has a plan for my life, and I trust Him completely.
Thank you, Baby Boy, for making me a mother. And, although I don’t deserve it, thank you God for your endless grace, mercy, and protection.
Arlett (Chasing Joy) says
I am do very sorry. Thank you for sharing your experience. I am keeping you in prayer.
Thank you so much, Arlett.
I am so very sorry. I can’t imagine the pain you felt or still feel at this time. I hope that you and your husband take comfort in one another. I have experienced late miscarriage and a premature birth that resulted in death. I know it hurts, so much . I wish the best for you and your husband.
Thank you, Kim. And thank you for sharing your story with me. I truly appreciate it. Love & light to you…xo.
We’re so sorry, Whitney. Clarence and I are praying for you and Darius.
Thank you so much, Valencia. We appreciate you.