Why does the loss of a baby hurt so much? A sweet friend of ours called and we found out she miscarried her twins. My heart dropped. Five years ago, we made a similar call to dear friends. That call doesn’t get any easier. We did, as a great book said, go from “sorrow to serenity.” But when the call comes – and you know in your heart by the pause – that the news is some you’ve experienced before. The raw pain comes right back. I guess I didn’t expect it to hurt so much to have a miscarriage. My chances were low and I wasn’t a high-risk pregnancy. I ate right. I drank bucketfuls of water. I’m a Christian. Excuse me, God, but I think you’ve got the wrong person here.
And then, wham-o. I remember feeling like I was going to get sick. Right then and there. Obviously, my OB had the wrong patient. The ultrasound technician didn’t look in the right place. And then I look at Scott and knew. Then the tears. Lots and lots and lots and lots – and lots – of tears. Then came the D&C. Lots of calls. Cards. Well-meaning friends with kind words. Each day got a little easier, and some got a little harder.
We’ve made it a point to tell our kids about the baby we lost. We want them to know about their brother or sister. It’s been an opportunity for us to see how peace can come out of pain.
Today, we are thankful for the four children we have here with us. And, equally thankful for the reminder that life is precious.