moonflower5
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A while back, I told myself that someday I would write and publish my story somewhere, in case it would help somebody else out there. I never knew quite where to write it until now.
Nine years ago, my husband and I were in utter shock. We had gone from happy surprise at an unexpected BFP, to an ultrasound where the tech wouldn't look at us and the doctor had tears in her eyes. Right around the start of our second trimester, we found out our sweet little bean had cystic hygroma and hydrops, with a 0% chance of survival. After extensive, painful, and invasive testing, we ended up losing our son. We still don't know what caused it.
What followed were the worst, numbest, most awful months ever. I was so depressed I basically never stopped crying. I was so stressed that our new TTC efforts were a wreck. It was utter, total pain and heartache.
Finally, I decided that I could either learn to enjoy the gift of my life again, or have a lifetime of pain. I began charting and meeting with my doctor, just for something to DO. I still couldn't get pregnant, but at least I felt like I had some purpose. After a while, my doctor finally gave me Clomid, and we discovered Preseed (a godsend when you're not "in the mood") and lo and behold, there was a faint pink line that month.
Fast forward, and that faint pink line is now a seven-year-old boy who is sleeping next to me as I write. His little brother, another miracle, is singing with his daddy in the room down the hall. In my darkest days, I never believed either of them would ever exist, but here they are.
If you are reading this after your own loss, please know there is hope and happiness and joy and life after this pain. Please know you are never alone. Your journey will be different and harder than you anticipated, but there IS hope ahead of you, in whatever form that takes. I promise.
Thank you for listening, and letting me fulfill I vow I made to myself and my first son a long time go.
Nine years ago, my husband and I were in utter shock. We had gone from happy surprise at an unexpected BFP, to an ultrasound where the tech wouldn't look at us and the doctor had tears in her eyes. Right around the start of our second trimester, we found out our sweet little bean had cystic hygroma and hydrops, with a 0% chance of survival. After extensive, painful, and invasive testing, we ended up losing our son. We still don't know what caused it.
What followed were the worst, numbest, most awful months ever. I was so depressed I basically never stopped crying. I was so stressed that our new TTC efforts were a wreck. It was utter, total pain and heartache.
Finally, I decided that I could either learn to enjoy the gift of my life again, or have a lifetime of pain. I began charting and meeting with my doctor, just for something to DO. I still couldn't get pregnant, but at least I felt like I had some purpose. After a while, my doctor finally gave me Clomid, and we discovered Preseed (a godsend when you're not "in the mood") and lo and behold, there was a faint pink line that month.
Fast forward, and that faint pink line is now a seven-year-old boy who is sleeping next to me as I write. His little brother, another miracle, is singing with his daddy in the room down the hall. In my darkest days, I never believed either of them would ever exist, but here they are.
If you are reading this after your own loss, please know there is hope and happiness and joy and life after this pain. Please know you are never alone. Your journey will be different and harder than you anticipated, but there IS hope ahead of you, in whatever form that takes. I promise.
Thank you for listening, and letting me fulfill I vow I made to myself and my first son a long time go.