Friday, March 26, 2010

Public Service Announcment

Let me start by saying, I'm not trying to sound harsh or ungrateful for all of those people who have helped us through our journey. I really appreciated every bit of encouragement I received - even the ones that didn't come across as they hoped. I also don't want to scare people off from saying anything at all; I just want to help explain how some people may feel/react to certain conversations. Also, please feel free to add anything to this that you think I've missed....

Having kids is a wonderful thing and gives unbridled pain. On the other hand, not having children can be one of the most painful journeys once can go through. As a dear friend of mine once said, there are two reasons people don't have kids....they either can't have them or don't want them (either then or down the road). With that knowledge, there is no reason to ever ask the "when are you going to have children" question. By extension....people have the number of kids they either want or can have, so don't worry about asking when they are going to extend their family; just because you've had one kid, doesn't mean you can have more....I guess my other thought here is that if you have to ask the above questions (because you don't know the answer), then you are probably not close enough to the person to ask the question in the first place and time will give you the answer to your question.

That's my general remark on that. Now, to get more specific....miscarriages, how to handle them, how to help people who have had them, what to say or not say. First, the "good" news...no one knows what to fully say or how the person who has suffered this loss truly feels. Even if you've experienced the same loss...each time is so different and each person is so different that there is no way you can 100% know where they are. So, here are some broad suggestions....probably the best thing to say is, "I'm sorry", "that stinks" (because it really does), "I'm here if you need anything", and "I'm praying for you".

Below are things not to say. Of course, not everything is going to bother everyone. There are actually things on this list that didn't bother me when they were said to me, but I know have really bothered others. I guess the point of this post is to make people aware how different statements can impact others and if you decide to embark on one of these very difficult conversations, make sure you are reading the body language of the one involved....that will be the best indicator of whether and how you proceed. General rule here....if they didn't tell you personally about their "situation", then they probably aren't ready to talk about it....nothing personal; it's just hard. Some people can and need to talk about it right away. Others need to digest it for a while. I was in that category. I felt betrayed by my body and I had a lot of fear as to what would happen and if I could/would have kids. I didn't want to be known as "the miscarry girl" and I felt less valued as a woman. I also didn't want to think about it all the time (even though I was) and in the moments I was doing well, I didn't want to be brought back down again. I also couldn't voice how I was feeling which made it very difficult to discuss. I was filled with pain, loss, emptiness, joy, and even hope. It was such an odd mixture of feelings; many of which I had never felt before and did not feel equipped to vocalize them (sometimes I still don't). I could only sum it up as "it sucked" and that I knew God was with me through it and would see me through it; that He wasn't giving me anything He knew I couldn't handle and that it would ultimately be okay. Of course, if someone had tried telling me all that I may not have handled it very well....

So, here are some things you don't need to say (with some anecdotes that will make you smile I hope):


  • Anything beginning with the phrase "at least". Really. Think about it. Can you think of a positive phrase that follows that? "at least you know you can get pregnant." Really? Yes, women across time have hoped to just get pregnant. I know some people take comfort in that thought; I was not one of them. I know there are lots of things that can make pregnancies go bad once they "begin", so I didn't find any comfort in this....In non-miscarry terms...at least they lived a long life, at least you got to say goodbye, etc. Although, these may be true and may help eventually; in the middle of the pain, they don't add much comfort.

  • "you never know what God is protecting your child from later in life by taking him/her now". True, but still doesn't take away the fact that a little dream of that child's life is gone.

  • "Everything happens for a reason, you'll see."

  • "have you ever thought about how much it might help to get a dog." no, no one thankfully told me that, but it's happened to a friend.

  • "don't worry; you'll have kids". No one knows that for sure and I always felt "desperate"/anxious when people told me that.
  • "My friend Peggy Sue tried for years before they finally had kids" or many variations of that story. Some times that will offer hope; some times it will offer false hope. There are many happy stories of infertility issues resulting in beautiful kids, but there are also stories that don't. Those people find a different purpose to their life, but it's painful to get to that point and it's painful to be told how everyone else gets to that point.
  • Frequent complaining about how awful pregnancy and/or kids are...we may hate being pregnant if we ever get there, but we really want to get there.


The last piece of this jagged little puzzle....what to do once they are pregnant (and it "takes" fully). Be patient with them....it's not a "normal" pregnancy. They may not be as excited as you'd like them to be...every time they go to the bathroom in the back of their mind, they wonder what they will find. Where you may find your frequent doctor's appointments a bore, they will quite possibly crave them; craving every opportunity to find out that everything is "normal" and that the little bambino growing in them is still okay. They may register for things later than you'd like and decorate later than you'd like, but ultimately they are doing it all at their pace - a pace they can handle and sustain as they walk the tightrope of growing excitement peppered by a slight fear created through their personal history. Oh, and please don't tell them to "take care of the baby"; trust me, they are doing everything they can to protect that little growth in them. They are also caring around the thought that although they (mostly) know they had nothing to do with the previous losses, they don't know if everyone else knows that too.

Okay, so this may not have come across as light-hearted and funny as I wanted it to. It's such a hard topic to write about with still some pain there for me. If anyone reading this is going through that long road. I'm here for you. I may not say everything perfectly (most likely won't), but if you need anything, let me know. In the meantime, I'll always be praying that your journey is as easy as possible and that you will feel God's loving arms guiding you through it.

Unswaddled and talking?

We finally stopped swaddling Taylor this past week - last Saturday night to be exact. I think Taylor has been ready for a loooong time; I think we weren't as ready. She always got her arms free in the first minute after being swaddled, but I think Brian and I kept doing it for a couple of reasons. First, we were afraid is was part of the "bed-time" routine and she wouldn't go to sleep without it (okay, that was one of my fears). I think we both liked the added warmth it gave her - we knew she wouldn't keep her blanket on her. My last fear was that her little legs would get through the bars of her crib, she'd get stuck in the middle of the night and of course get scared.

Well, let's go over these fears shall we...the first night we swaddled her, she barely made a peep and didn't make any noise after 60 seconds. Yep; that fear was dashed. Second fear...well, she doesn't keep her blanket on her, but she doesn't wake up in the middle of the night cold either, so I guess that was a needless fear. The last fear? Well, the first almost week went well. Her legs do get through the crib (Monday morning when I went in there her left leg and right leg were in different slats at the back of the crib. Her left was bent at the knee, so it was parallel with the wall under the knee (up and down). She was awake, but waiting patiently for me to come. I don't even think she was stuck - I got her leg out, but I have a sneaky suspicion she could have done that. Last night was a different story.....last night she screamed bloody murder about 11 o'clock at night. Both legs were elevated a couple of inches off of the mattress. Okay, not really off of the mattress, because her legs were in the middle of the room through the slats of her crib! She was on her side and distressed to say the least. I got her 'free' and held her for a minute...so thankful to be her mommy. I also quickly put the bumper pads on her crib. I know they are "evil" in today's world, but I think right now, I'd prefer to have the slats. She has no interest in pulling up on anything....she has no interest to roll over onto her tummy, so I think, in the meantime she is okay. Oh, I should say one thing about her movements. You can put her on a blanket in the middle of the living room, and she doesn't move much....in her crib, free from the swaddle, she scoots on her back all over that thing doing multiple 360-degree turns throughout the night. We never know where we are going to find her within her crib or which direction she's facing.

On the talking front....our neighbor said she's getting really close to "mommy" (nice to get an impartial "vote" on that). When she cries I hear "mommy" a lot. The other day when she was crying, I think I even heard "momma". Sometimes when she is blabbering, it sounds close to "mom" (that's what Tom identified thankfully - not the crying fit). Last Saturday while Brian and I were watching some basketball, Taylor was playing on the living room floor. I heard a lot of "aaaa" sounds...Brian thinks he may have heard a "daddy". We always thought she'd say "daddy" before "mommy", but we are doubting that these days.....I don't think either one of us minds which one she says; we are just so happy to be her parents and so happy she seems to be happy with us too :)

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Experiencing Life

I'm struggling with this blog a little....I'm keeping a journal for Taylor and I have a hard time some days figuring out what needs to be here vs the journal vs both.....I know that means I tend to be a little heavier here, and I'm sorry about that. I hope this isn't a drag to read....



We are obviously all different people and we handle life differently. It's part of what makes this whole world so great. I think, like most people, I'm inherently nosey. I want to know what's going on, how people are feeling, and to make matters worse, I want to fix whatever problem they have (which may not be what my friend needs in the moment). I also want to be 'the one' people confide in and want by their side (again, I believe like most people). However, I also know that not everyone can be that person for everyone; there just isn't enough room and sometimes being the best friend you can be is to not be that person....to cheer/mourn from a distance, to let them know you are there if they need anything (and then really being there when they ask), to let them know they can share what they want, but they don't have to share anything (and that really is okay), and to ultimately let them "just be" - let them handle whatever they have to handle the way they need to handle it (because let's face it; there are few things in this world any of us can actually "fix").

I guess all this to say is if you are a friend of mine and you are having great joy or hardship in your life, I am here for you...waiting on the sidelines for when you need something. For example, if you've just had a baby (or you are about to), I may not be there in the first few days, but I'll be there as soon as the first (or maybe even second) wave of visitors have passed; that time when you are getting a little lonely, bored, and/or overwhelmed because you are all by yourself day after day and you are used to a little more interaction than that. If you are going through a hard time, then I'm also here for you...praying for you (whether I know what exactly you are going through or not), pulling for you, and waiting to see if I'm needed. If all you need is my prayers from a distance, I am more than happy to do that; if you need more I will do my best to be whatever you need - someone to talk to, someone to sit there quietly with, someone to scream/cry with, or anything else.

I may not always succeed at being the kind of friend I'm striving to be, but I hope, at the very least, all of my friends know how much they mean to me, how much they are loved by me, and how much I'm there for them.

In His perfect name, a "trying to be" humble servant.