It’s amazing how something you weren’t expecting and not trying for can change your whole train of thought. Alter your entire way of thinking about the near future. Morph the image in your mind of the next steps.
On July 4th, we were shocked to find out we were pregnant. And this morning, sadly, I am losing the pregnancy.
I’d forgotten how quickly that positive pregnancy test changes your life. I had a inkling I was pregnant. As we traipsed around New York City, and I was extra tired, ridiculously crabby, and quite demanding of food, a small voice in my brain kept taunting me saying, “You’re pregnant! You’re pregnant!”
And so I was. And the second we saw that test, planned or not, our visualization of our future changed. Suddenly there was a pregnant belly while unpacking our place in Madison. There was a newborn baby early in March, or most likely February. Joshua would have a baby sister or brother before he was 2–definitely not in our plans, but now our new reality.
This is, was, the first time I’ve ever been pregnant without trying. I have a whole new understanding for the woman who has an “oops.” (Please don’t comment and rant about how no baby is an oops and every baby is created by God … I’m aware. It’s a phrase. Thank you.) This was our “oops!” (I like to tack an exclamation point on the end because it sounds like a happy oops then.) And Baby Oops really threw me for a loop. I’d never not planned on a pregnancy before. And this one startled me–and so did my emotions.
I remember laying down with Joshua at my Grandma’s house to spend some time with him before nap time. And I cried. Cried with shock, cried with happiness, cried with those crazy pregnant lady hormones. And Joshua laid with me, forehead to forehead. He reached out his chubby little hand and patted my cheek, as if to say, “There there Mommy, we can handle another one like me.”
I had thoughts like, I’m not ready. I can’t do this. Wait! Maybe I only want Joshua!!!!
But then I had thoughts like, What a miracle. We didn’t even have to try!
Then the cramping started, and I couldn’t decide what to feel. Sadness? Relief? Fear? A mix of it all. Then the cramping went away … then it returned … then it went away …. Ugh–just happen already!
And so now, the answer is clear: no baby in March. No brother or sister for Joshua–not yet anyway.
I’ve miscarried before. I’ve sobbed and I’ve bawled. This one is different. I’m still a mother, so yes I am grieving. I’m heartbroken and sad. But this one is different too. Because this time, I was able to open a door, smile at a little boy, pick him up and receive the biggest most exuberant hug any mommy could ever receive. Having Joshua makes this okay, and trusting God gives me hope.