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One year ago today I went in for my fourth IUT, which had been delayed due to hurricane Irma, and I ended up having a baby instead! This past year has been a whirlwind of joy and answered prayers and busyness of daily life with four kids. And underneath it all there has been the peace of knowing that our family is finished growing and our miracle boy is here healthy and safe.
Callum is a sweet, happy boy who loves his family, his pets, all the food he can cram into his mouth, cars and balls and water and books. He is crawling and pulling up but not walking yet. He can say Mama, night-night, hey, cat, eye, uh oh and a few more I’m forgetting right now. He is officially weaned from the breast and drinks Ripple milk instead (pea protein milk) since he is still dairy intolerant. My dream of having a playmate for Nora is coming true day after day as Callum and Nora form a close friendship and enjoy each other more and more as Callum grows.
I have been thinking all day about how to sum up my emotions in one short blog post. I’ve been reliving Callum’s birth all day, which was traumatic and beautiful all at once. I’ve been overwhelmed by waves of gratitude that wash over me throughout the day. Sometimes it almost feels like the breath is knocked out of me when I think about all the miraculous things God has done for me. I remember on Lucy’s first birthday how heavy the grief was, knowing all that we had missed in that one year; knowing how it felt to live an entire year without my child and looking ahead to the many years I still had to experience without her. I thought the weight of it might crush me. Conversely, on Nora’s first birthday and now, on Callum’s first birthday, I have been overwhelmed by the wonder of their lives. Being able to love Callum in the flesh and to watch him grow over the past year has been such a joy and an honor. An unexpected gift. A whole year of memories and experiences that I can treasure for eternity. A whole year of learning who he is, what his voice sounds like, what color his eyes are, knowing his scent and feeling the weight of his warm little body in my arms. Breastfeeding him for 11 months, singing to him in the dark while the rest of the house sleeps, hearing his first word, watching the love grow between siblings, seeing him snuggled up on his Daddy’s shoulder. Just so much goodness. I can’t do it justice with my words. Thank you to everyone who prayed for us and supported us on our journey to Callum. We are so thankful for our boy. Happy birthday Callum! God has great and mighty plans for your life.
*TRIGGER WARNING* This blog post includes my experiences through three very high risk pregnancies and discusses stillbirth. There are some sections specifically written for the women who have been given a poor or fatal prenatal diagnosis like we were. If you have a less serious high risk diagnosis, I suggest skipping over the “Go there once” and “Prepare” sections.
“So, there’s a problem with your blood work.”
And just like that my world changed forever.
Is there anything more primal than a parent’s fear when they realize their child is in danger? There is no terror quite like it. After two healthy, normal pregnancies I was sent flailing into a terrible new world when I found out at nine weeks that my third pregnancy would be an extremely risky one. My baby’s life was in danger and there was very little I could do to protect my child. Not only that, but I was also told that all of my future pregnancies would be high risk as well. It wasn’t just this baby who was in danger, but all of my future children as well. My lifelong dream of a big family seemed to evaporate in that moment. The fear and anxiety consumed me. It was always at the forefront of my mind. Suddenly the joy and innocence of pregnancy and child birth were gone and instead I was left feeling terrified, vulnerable, and broken. I couldn’t look forward to my due date with anticipation like before. I couldn’t make plans for this baby. When I thought about the coming months, I was flooded with a fear stronger than any I had ever felt in my life.
I am now on the other side of my three high risk pregnancies. As a quick recap, I was diagnosed with anti-Kell antibodies and my body attacked my babies in utero making the pregnancies very dangerous for them. My daughter, Lucy, was stillborn a few days shy of 20 weeks in my first high risk pregnancy. In my second high risk pregnancy after a lot of intervention, my daughter, Nora, was born healthy at 37 weeks 6 days. In my third high risk pregnancy, after lots of intervention like Nora, my son, Callum, was born at 34 weeks and 4 days and spent almost three weeks in the NICU. I have learned a lot from my journey through these pregnancies and would like to share some of the things that helped me survive them. Not only did I survive them, but I learned to find joy; to seek out and appreciate the joy, no matter how minuscule it was, and make it my own in the midst of hardship and fear. I believe you too can not only survive your high risk pregnancy, but find the joy and the beauty in it as well. Since every pregnancy is different, what helped me might not be beneficial to you so feel free to discard any suggestions that don’t feel right for you personally or might not fit your situation. If I could sit with you face to face over a cup of tea or coffee and share my experience with you, this would be my advice:
You’re going to feel what you’re going to feel
There are a lot of suggestions in this blog post but when it comes down to it, most of the time, you are going to feel how you feel. Your emotions are largely out of your control when you are pregnant, and especially when you find yourself stuck in the middle of a high risk pregnancy. Anger, sadness, elation, fear, depression, gratefulness, anxiety, hope. All normal. Try not to be hard on yourself for feeling how you feel. Emotions are just emotions and they are temporary. Emotions aren’t truth, thank goodness. It’s ok to feel how you feel.
Try not to compare this pregnancy with your previous pregnancies or with others’ pregnancies.
As a mother I have struggled not to compare my children with other children and not to compare myself with other mothers. In the end it only leads to feelings of inadequacy or pride depending on who came out on top as the “better mom” or “better kid.” The same goes for our pregnancies. We cannot expect every child to be exactly the same and we can’t expect every pregnancy to be the same. One of the biggest sources of pain for me was comparing my high risk pregnancies (especially the first one with Lucy) to my previous two normal pregnancies. They were such different experiences that I felt like I couldn’t help but constantly compare them. And when I compared my high risk pregnancy to my “normal” pregnancies it always felt like the high risk pregnancy came up lacking. I also struggled not to compare my difficult pregnancy with the experiences of the women around me who were having normal, easy pregnancies that ended with healthy babies. It wasn’t fair! Why did my baby have to suffer? And why did I have to go through so much agony when they got to live on blissfully enjoying their healthy pregnancies? The jealousy and rage could consume me if I dwelt on it too long or if I saw one of my pregnant friends complaining on Facebook about how hard it was to drink the glucose drink for her diabetes test or how hard it was when her healthy growing baby danced on her bladder at night. What helped me the most was remembering that each baby is unique and so is every pregnancy. Each one of my children is so different and they each have their own quirks, faults, strengths and unique personalities. Each pregnancy also has it’s own difficulties and it’s own beauties. This high risk pregnancy was part of my baby’s unique story and I decided that I was along for the ride, no matter how difficult it might be. Lucy’s story is her life story. Nora’s story is hers, and Callum’s is his. No matter how hard some of the details are, they are theirs and since I am their mom I accept and cherish every one of their unique stories. I don’t want some other lady’s pregnancy because that’s HER baby’s story. This is MY baby’s story and I will own it and appreciate it as their unique story. Protect this perspective as much as possible. For me, this meant unfollowing certain people on social media or staying off social media when I was feeling vulnerable or frustrated. I also did not attend stressful events like baby showers or go near the baby section of stores.
Research, get a second opinion, make a treatment plan.
When people are facing a new medical diagnosis they are often told by well meaning friends and family, “Don’t google it!” in an attempt to protect the person from unnecessary anxiety. But protecting your baby is much more important than protecting your emotions. I actually found that the more I understood about what was going on inside my body and the more I understood about the risks and treatment options, the more confident I felt. Google it and research your condition as much as possible. Educate yourself so that you can be an advocate for your child. You are the parent and you should play a vital role in your child’s medical treatment decisions. If you are facing a serious medical diagnosis, get a second opinion. Then make a treatment plan or course of action plan that you feel confident about. In my first high risk pregnancy I did not feel comfortable with my treatment plan and I didn’t get a second opinion because it would have meant traveling out of state for medical care. We were told that our hospital was exceptional by those around us so we trusted the MFMs’ treatment plan even though we felt uneasy about it. Our daughter died as a result. With my two subsequent pregnancies I spent hours researching, asking questions and educating myself about anti-Kell antibodies and the treatment options. We traveled out of state for the best medical care possible and I had a treatment plan that I felt very confident about. I knew that if we lost our baby, I would have done everything possible to save her and that brought me some level of peace. Both babies survived because they received the correct medical treatment.
Baby’s life over everything
This one is specifically for the women with very high risk pregnancies who don’t know if their baby will survive. I know that I don’t have to remind other moms of the importance of their baby’s life. It is the reason you are reading this blog post, it is at the heart of all you do. But I do just want to remind you not to let things that are temporary or less important prevent you from doing everything possible to save your baby. If I had a list of the things in my life from most important to least important, which of these things would be at the top? Job, finances, keeping regular weekly schedule, personal comfort, MFM’s feelings, older siblings comfort and regular schedule, the opinions of others, your baby’s life. Your baby’s life is at the top of the list. Do not let something that is lower on the list get in the way of doing everything possible to save your baby’s life. Even if you lose your baby in the end, it will be very important to know you did everything you could have to save your child. With my second high risk pregnancy I decided that I could not stay with the MFMs at UAB in Alabama who made mistakes with my previous baby so I drove 11 hours to Houston, Texas to be treated by Dr. Ken Moise. I felt a little irrational when I decided to go that far with my four year old in tow (on his birthday nonetheless!) It was inconvenient, we didn’t have the money (we are still trying to get out of debt three years later.) It was really hard to leave my oldest son, who was in kindergarten at the time and to leave my husband, and it was sad to have to quit my part time job, but when I walked into The Fetal Center for my first appointment I felt a great weight lifted off my chest and I knew my baby was in the best hands possible. It immediately alleviated a lot of the stress I had been carrying around and I felt peace knowing that I was doing everything in my power to save my baby Nora.
Grieving is normal, regardless of outcome.
Many things are lost in a high risk pregnancy and it is normal and appropriate to grieve for these things. Dead dreams, lost innocence, guilt, fear, painful interventions, inability to enjoy the pregnancy and difficulty accepting what is happening are just some of the things a pregnant woman might face during a high risk pregnancy. During all three of my high risk pregnancies I struggled at some point with heavy depression and anxiety. It wasn’t until my third one that I was able to accept the depression as part of the grieving process and I learned not to over analyze it. I knew that it would be temporary, just like the morning sickness, the back pain and the weekly MFM appointments. Let yourself grieve and mourn because you are going through a very real loss, even if you do end up with a healthy baby. The one thing you should not grieve is the loss of your baby because your baby is alive inside you right now. The time to mourn for your lost child is after you have lost your child, if that ever happens. Try not to mourn what isn’t lost yet.
Take lots of pictures
When I was pregnant with Lucy I was so terrified and often felt hopeless, so I purposefully did not take pictures of my growing baby bump. I thought it would protect me from more grief in the end if we lost her. I was wrong. After she died I desperately wished I had more pictures of my Lucy belly, since those were some of the only pictures I had of her while her heart was still beating. When I was pregnant with Nora I made sure to take lots of pictures and I posted them often on social media because I wanted to celebrate every week I got with her. I wanted to document her life and find joy in my growing belly and taking pictures was an exercise in hope for me. I knew that I would cherish the pictures whether she survived or not.
Go there, ONCE
The fear of losing my baby consumed me when I found out my baby could be in danger. There was a constant feeling of dread that weighed me down, like a heavy blanket. Over and over again I wondered what the future would look like. Would my baby survive? Would I survive if I lost my baby? What would I tell my older kids? Subconsciously I would fast forward and live out the worst case scenario in my head, over and over again. This is not healthy and it is not helpful to anyone, including your baby. I decided to go there in my mind, ONCE, and try to make any preparations needed just in case my worst fears came true. Then, I did not go there again. If I felt my mind slipping and I started imagining the worst, I would purposefully stop my thoughts and remind myself that I had already thought through that scenario and prepared for it as much as possible. There was no need to go there again. As a side note, I wasn’t always able to control my thoughts but I tried my best.
As I just mentioned, it helped me to feel as prepared as possible for the worst, just in case it happened. I learned with Lucy, that no amount of bracing myself emotionally or trying not to get attached or not allowing myself to hope, could prepare me for the loss of my child. None of it helped ease my grief in the end. But there are some practical things that I wish I had done ahead of time that would have helped a little bit. When I was pregnant with my baby Nora the doctors gave her a 0% chance of surviving the pregnancy, so I felt that a stillbirth was imminent. I had her diaper bag already, since we had bought it for our baby Scarlet, but never used it in the end because the adoption fell through. I removed all of the cute things we had for Scarlet from the bag and packed the bag with tiny preemie hats, little bows and headbands, a couple of cute preemie outfits and a beautiful, soft pink blanket that I bought just for Nora. All of these things could have been used if Nora had been stillborn. The hats, bows, tiny outfits and blanket would have been used for pictures and then saved as precious momentos of our daughter. I purposefully did not pack pacifiers, diaper cream or other things needed for a living baby because I did not want to face those emotional triggers if we lost our daughter. We also picked a name out as soon as possible since we truly had no idea when we would need to name our daughter; 16 weeks? 20 weeks? 30 weeks? Having name ideas ready helped me have one less thing to worry about. We also were very honest with our two sons about everything throughout the pregnancy, which is a personal decision that might not be right for your family. For us, we knew it was best to tell the boys (3 and 5 at the time) at the very beginning of my pregnancy with Nora that Mommy was pregnant but we did not know if the baby would come live with us in our house, or go live in heaven with Lucy. We didn’t have the option of not telling them about the pregnancy because I had a permacath placed and two very obvious tubes coming out of my chest and we would be relocating for the pregnancy so it was impossible to hide. We told them that the baby would get sick in Mommy’s tummy and need medical help and we could pray that she would survive. But God was in control and we could always, always trust Him. They understood and handled everything better than expected, as children often do. Once I had the diaper bag packed, the name picked out and the boys informed, I felt as prepared as possible for the worst. Then I made an effort not to allow myself to go there again in my mind. I could remind myself that everything was ready in case we lost her and I put the idea of my baby dying far up on the shelf in the back of my mind, in a box, padlocked and shut away. I knew it was there, but I chose, day after day not to focus on it.
This one turned out to be one of the hardest for me, especially after losing Lucy during my first high risk pregnancy. We were given no hope with our baby Nora once we discovered that she had Kell positive blood and would be attacked in utero by my antibodies. The doctors said she would not survive. But I think hope is crucial to surviving and finding joy during a high risk pregnancy, no matter the odds. I learned with Lucy that whether you have false hope or you “prepare” yourself emotionally for the loss of your baby, if you do end up losing your baby the grief is still the same. Deciding not to have hope during your high risk pregnancy will not shield you from the pain of losing your child if your baby doesn’t make it. But hope during your pregnancy is life giving and I like to think that your baby feels that hope running through your veins into her little body. Yes we are afraid and we worry about our babies and we stress about the details of the disorder or we dread the possibilities, and maybe it isn’t possible to feel hopeful at the moment, but we can at least leave room in our hearts for hope. Even if it’s just a tiny space, leave some room for hope. One ounce of hope is more powerful than 10 tons of fear. You never know what miracles might happen. These are what my babies look like today, the ones who were given no hope of surviving, the ones we were told to terminate:
Focus on the next milestone
I quickly learned that if I looked ahead to my due date or afterwards, it only stressed me out because it felt like I was pulling down that padlocked box I had put up high on a shelf in the back of my mind. Instead, I focused on the next milestone and prayed about making it that far. Seeing a heartbeat on the early ultrasound, getting through the surgical placement of my port and permacath, making it to the second trimester, first MCA scan, getting far enough along for baby to have an IUT if necessary, the next MCA scan, the first IUT, making it to viability with a heartbeat (the biggest milestone for me!) 28 weeks, etc. Sometimes the goal was just to make it through the day. This helped me feel a little bit more in control to have small goals that felt attainable.
Get a home doppler.
This is another personal decision that might not be right for you, but it helped me a lot so I am including it. When I first got my home doppler I knew I had to set up some rules for myself before trying to use it because I knew it could end up creating unnecessary anxiety. I decided to only use it once a day at the most and to only try 15 minutes at a time to find baby’s heartbeat. I know I am not a medical professional and have not been trained to use the doppler so it was ok if I didn’t find baby’s heartbeat right away (especially early in the pregnancy.) I gave myself 15 minutes to find the heartbeat and if I didn’t find it within that time I would put my doppler away and do something else. Once I was out of the first trimester I was always able to find the heartbeat within ten minutes. I watched Youtube videos showing how to find baby’s heartbeat with a home doppler and that helped me figure out how to do it. Another rule I had was kick counts over doppler. If baby wasn’t meeting the kick count, but I could still find baby’s heartbeat, I still went in to have baby checked out. Just because I could hear baby’s heartbeat it didn’t mean baby wasn’t in danger. It just meant baby was alive. But the home doppler was a godsend in those irrational moments when I would suddenly feel panic wash over me and I would think, “My baby is dead I know it!” Just hearing the sound of my baby’s heartbeat would calm me down and I would sit listening to the thump, thump, thump until my own heart stopped racing. This was especially needed after having a procedure like the amniocentesis, surgical placement of my port or IUTs when I was very worried about baby’s well being. The purpose of the home doppler is to bring you peace and not to create more anxiety. It is also not meant to be used by you to diagnose your baby. If you start sensing that the doppler seems to be causing more stress than reassurance, sell it or give it away.
Ask your doctor about antidepressants or anti-anxiety medication
Again, this might not be for everyone, but if you are struggling with anxiety or depression during your pregnancy, talk to your doctor about your options regarding medication. I started taking Wellbutrin after Lucy died and my doctor and I agreed that it would be best for me to continue taking it during my pregnancy with Nora since it was such a high stress situation and I struggled with PTSD. The Wellbutrin is considered safe during pregnancy and breast feeding and is non-habit forming so I could stop it at any time in the future if I felt like I wanted to. The Wellbutrin helped keep my anxiety from growing to a point where it was out of my control. It also helped prevent postpartum depression after Nora was born. I took it throughout my year of breastfeeding Nora, through my pregnancy with Callum and during my year of breastfeeding Callum as well.
Find encouraging verses, pray them over your baby.
This is another personal one that might not feel normal for those who are not people of faith. But God is still God and He loves your baby deeply and He is always available to you, whether you pray on a regular basis or you never have in your life. It might flow easily for some and it might feel really awkward and forced for others. I encourage you to give it a try. Prayer is the single thing that helped me survive my high risk pregnancy the most and enabled me to find the joy along the way. There is something so purely peaceful and reassuring about entrusting your child back to God and saying, “Protect my baby. I trust you.” He is the one who has ultimate control over the situation. I found several Bible verses that encouraged me and I read them and prayed them over and over again. They were written in my medical journal that I took with me to every appointment so that when I was in the hospital or the MFM’s office and I opened my journal I would see the verses. I tried to read them at night before going to bed since the middle of the night is often when our fears loom larger than they are in the daylight. I found that just like Peter in the Bible, when he was walking on the water towards Jesus in the midst of a raging storm, if I looked at the giant waves threatening me, I would start to sink. But if I looked to Jesus and focused on His face and His promises, I was saved. Reassured. Lifted up out of the swirling waters that threatened to drown me. These are some of the verses that helped me the most during my high risk pregnancies (I’ve also included a prayer with each verse that you can pray if you aren’t sure what to say):
Zephanaiah 3:17 The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness; He will quiet you by His love; He will exult over you with loud singing.
Prayer: Lord, I know that you are in my midst; you are right here with me at this very moment. Quiet my anxious heart by your love. Fill me with your peace. You are the mighty one who will save. I pray that you save my baby. Strengthen my baby for this journey and let my baby feel your love and peace right now.
Isaiah 41:10 Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Prayer: God, you tell me not to fear but I am afraid and I’m worried about the future. Take my fear away and replace it with trust in you. Come and help me, strengthen me and uphold me with your hand. I need your reassurance. Thank you for loving me so much. Thank you for holding me up when I cannot stand on my own.
Isaiah 26:3 You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.
Prayer: When the waves are so big I feel I will drown, help me keep my eyes on you, draw me out of that mind space of fear and dread. As I look to you for comfort, overwhelm me with your perfect peace and help me focus my mind on you. Thank you for being bigger than any problem I have to face today.
Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Prayer: Lord, you say you are the God of hope and I choose now to trust in you. I am trusting you with the things I cannot control. Nothing is out of your control and I feel the peace of handing it all over to you. Fill me with your hope and peace, OVERFLOW my heart with peace. Not only peace and hope, but also joy. Please help me to find joy today, no matter how impossible it feels at this moment.
Psalm 32:7-9 You are a hiding place for me; you preserve me from trouble; you surround me with shouts of deliverance. Selah. I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.
Prayer: God, I am scared about what will happen to my baby. I’m so anxious and worried about the future. You are my hiding place. When the storm of fear, worry and sadness swirls all around me I know I can find safety in you. Surround me and my baby with protection and safety. Preserve us from trouble. Give me wisdom along this journey. Help me make the right decisions regarding my baby’s medical care. Give my doctors wisdom and help them make the best decisions for me and my baby. You say you will counsel me with your eye upon me. Thank you for loving me so much that you keep close watch over me and my baby.
Psalm 18:31, 32 For who is God, but the Lord? And who is a rock, except our God? -the God who equipped me with strength and made my way blameless.
Prayer: Oh God, be my rock and my stability. My whole world feels shaky and terrifying right now as I wait and hope for my baby’s safety. You are my strong foundation and because of you, I will not be shaken. Thank you for being so strong and for being my anchor. Equip me with strength to get through today and tomorrow and the rest of this pregnancy. Equip my baby with strength right now, Lord, and wrap my baby in your protection.
Find the Joy
Even in the most terrible situations, even on the hardest days, there are small gifts of joy. Difficulty and sadness do not cancel out goodness and joy. If I have learned anything over the past few years it is that they can exist together. I realized during my high risk pregnancies that if I looked closely enough, nestled there amongst the fear, the pain, the uncertainty and disappointment, there was joy. Sometimes just a tiny drop, but still joy. One of the strongest emotions I dealt with during my pregnancies was dread. I had to endure painful procedures and awful side effects. I found myself dreading the procedures for weeks before they actually took place. I dreaded the surgical placement and removal of my port and permacath. I dreaded my plasmapheresis treatments and especially my weekly IVIG treatments that left me with debilitating migraines, vomiting, terrible muscle pain and weakness. Of all the procedures I experienced, the one I dreaded the most was the intrauterine blood transfusions the doctors had to routinely perform in order to keep my baby alive. One day before one of my IUTs with baby Nora I was so tired of the overwhelming dread that I prayed audaciously for God to not only help me endure the IUT but to actually help me find some enjoyment in it. The next day I purposefully searched for the gifts that I could enjoy, even though I was terrified for my baby and not looking forward to a needle being pushed through my body. “Ok, what can I appreciate about this?” I thought as I put on the thin hospital gown and waited for the nurse to come insert my IV. Well, there weren’t any little kids around who needed something from me. I could be alone (something I often coveted while at home on those overwhelmingly busy days) and I could nap if I wanted. As the day progressed I glimpsed little gifts from God, gifts that were always there but I hadn’t noticed them before. When the nurses lifted me and placed me on the operating table in the freezing operating room, I savored the heavy, warm blankets they draped over me. The warm air that blew under the blankets at the foot of the operating table felt amazing. When Nora’s ending hematocrit was called out to me after they got the blood to her I thanked God for the miracle of the IUT, that these doctors could fill my baby up with fresh, healthy blood even while she remained in utero. The sedation they gave me through my IV calmed my nerves and I appreciated it as I drifted off to take a much needed nap in the recovery room after the procedure was done. I awoke to the sound of my baby’s strong heartbeat thump thumping on the monitor and I thanked God for the best gift- a baby with a beating heart still inside me. Ever since that day when I dread something that I have to endure I pray and ask God to help me find some enjoyment in the experience and He always does. I also realized the one of the best ways to guarantee joy is to be thankful.
During my last pregnancy with my baby Callum I had to travel to Atlanta for my weekly (sometimes twice weekly) appointments which ended up being about 8 hours of driving in a day. It was exhausting and difficult to find childcare for my three kids during these appointments, not to mention all of the other medical procedures. Near the beginning of the pregnancy I wilted as I thought about making the trip week after week throughout my entire pregnancy. How could I do it? I often had to wake up at 3 or 4 am to get to my appointment on time (Atlanta was in a different time zone which didn’t help.) But I prayed and asked God to help me enjoy it somehow and I thanked Him for the hours I got to spend in my car. I decided to use the hours for things I couldn’t do when I was home with my one year old Nora and her big brothers. I prayed without interruption. I listened to podcasts and books on cd and 90s gangsta rap once I got close enough to Atlanta. I packed delicious food for the drive and enjoyed eating in peace (poor Dr. Trevett always wondered why Callum was so active during the ultrasounds and I’m pretty sure it had something to do with the four hours of eating I did leading up to the ultrasound.) I memorized verses and called and talked to friends. I started looking forward to my long drives and I realized that they refreshed me in a way. Once, I almost had to pull over on the side of the interstate because I was laughing so hard listening to David Sedaris’ Me Talk Pretty One Day (strongly recommend!) Tears of laughter streamed down my face, blurring my view of the road, and I realized that my heart was full of joy- right there in a dark and scary place in my life. Belly laughs right there amidst the back pain, headache and nausea while I drove to the ultrasound that would show whether my son was thriving or not. One of my favorite verses is Psalm 4:7 “You have put more joy in my heart than they have when their grain and wine abound.” My personal paraphrase of this verse for my high risk pregnancy was, “You have put more joy in my heart than they have when their pregnancies progress without any problems.” My true source of joy is God, not my circumstances, and nothing can take Him away from me. He can give me more joy in the middle of my high risk pregnancy than those who have easy circumstances. Ask God to give you joy right where you are. Look for the small pockets of joy and you will find them.
Once you have done all of the hard work of researching and making a solid treatment plan, working through your emotions and preparing for the future, the best thing you can do is distract yourself. You’ve done everything in your power to keep your baby safe and now you just have to wait without going crazy. Find ways to keep your mind busy and be kind to yourself…family outings, books, Netflix, podcasts, music, shopping, whatever it takes to help pass time. I listened to a daily podcast called Brant and Sherri podcast which was really silly but uplifting and it always helped me when I was feeling very anxious. I also listened to Podcasts during my IVIG treatments and encouraging songs helped too. I tried not to leave any empty space of quiet and inactivity because it was then that my mind would start spiraling.
You are equipped.
I firmly believe that if you are pregnant, you are already a parent. You don’t become a parent the day your child is born. You become a parent when you discover that your child is growing inside you and that is when you start making important decisions for your child. You make medical decisions regarding your prenatal care which affects your baby. You make decisions about what you will and won’t eat in order to keep your baby safe. You make decisions about genetic testing, birth plan, which pediatrician to use, etc. Not only are you a parent already, but I believe that God designed your specific baby for you and He has equipped you to be that child’s parent. He will give you the wisdom, the strength and the love you need to get through this pregnancy because that is what you need to do as this baby’s parent. Every parent is going to struggle in different ways along their parenting journey with each of their children, whether it’s during pregnancy, during the toddler years, teenage years or when their children are adults. Each one of my children needs certain things from me as their mother and many times it requires a dying to self on my part. Awkward confrontations with fellow parents, losing sleep during infant years, hours spent in the pediatrician’s office or staying up late waiting for your teenager to come home. Liam, Asher, Lucy, Nora and Callum have all needed me to parent them in certain ways. Actually, writing this blog post is one of the things I feel I need to do to “parent” Lucy the best way I know how. All of the stress, the agony and the pain of your high risk pregnancy? This is what this child needs from you as their mother. This is your sacrifice for your baby and you are equipped to do these things for your child.
I applaud you if you’ve made it all the way through this long blog post! To wrap things up, I want you to know that YOU CAN DO THIS. I have experienced outcomes on the worst and the best ends of the spectrum when it comes to high risk pregnancies. One pregnancy ended with the death of my child and two of my high risk pregnancies ended with healthy babies. Throughout these experiences God was faithful and He gave me what I needed at the time to get through it. I was not consumed and you will not be either. You are going to get through this.
Lamentations 3:22, 23 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Every morning when you wake up God has new mercies waiting for you. That includes today, right now. And the best thing is that He has gone ahead of you in this day and in this pregnancy. He is there in the future waiting for you, ready to take care of you. None of this is out of His control. He will never leave you or your baby.
Deuteronomy 31:8 The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.
Today our beautiful Nora is three years old. Usually as my kids grow from baby to big kid I grieve the swift passing of childhood, but after our experience of losing Lucy and fighting for Nora and Callum I feel differently as my kids grow. I savor it all like never before and the baby days gone by are celebrated because they WERE. Nora isn’t just a longing or a dream. She is our beautiful reality and we are loving every minute, every day, every year and every milestone we get with her.
Nora is shifting from toddler to preschooler and is growing in so many ways. She is completely potty trained, has stopped using her pacifier, she sleeps in her big girl bed every night and she can get herself dressed, but she still drinks her milk from a bottle, heated up to breast milk temperature 🙈 All of her other drinks are given in a normal cup or sippy cup. Nora is still the most maternal child I’ve ever encountered. Her favorite toys are baby dolls and her birthday party is going to be a baby doll birthday party, of course. Her favorite baby to take care of is her baby Callum. Every morning when she wakes up she immediately asks, “Where’s Callum?” and he is the first person she wants to see. She tries to feed him, change him, boss him, teach him, protect him and play with him every day. It heals my soul to watch their friendship blossom.
Just as the grief for a missing child resurfaces multiple times a day, so the gratitude for my Nora bubbles to the surface again and again and I drink in her life and her light. Not only do I rejoice at knowing all the little details of her unique personality, but I also relish the fact that I get to raise a girl, my daughter. I get to buy dresses and baby dolls and I get to sign Nora up for ballet lessons this fall. I get to throw a little girl birthday party with pink, sparkly decorations and rainbows and baby dolls. I get to do all the things I dreamed about doing with my daughter and there is still a whole future of possibilities I look forward too. I can’t wait to read my favorite childhood books with her soon…Anne of Green Gables, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little Women, Junie B Jones, and so many more. I just love being Nora’s Mommy and I cannot express how she has enriched our lives over the past three years. We love her so much. Happy birthday beautiful girl 💜
It has been a while since I’ve updated the blog! Usually I am faced with the choice to either neglect the blog post I want to write, or neglect my kids and of course, my kids will always win in that situation. But I do desperately want to keep blogging. I still have so much to say. Part of me is super frustrated that I don’t have time to write lately but another part of me loves the fact that I’m so busy taking care of my babies that I don’t have time for anything else. I’ve also been working more (teaching English to German kids) so that leaves me with even less free time to write, but I am loving my job so much! Hopefully as Callum gets older and more independent and when Nora starts preschool in the fall I can have more time to write.
I feel like the last couple of posts have been kind of heavy so I would like to just do a normal life update. Callum is six months, almost seven months old already! He is such a sweet baby and is always super happy if he isn’t having reflux/tummy problems. His reflux and food intolerances have dominated our lives for the past several months. After a lot of trial and error and sleepless nights we now know that he reacts to dairy, soy, gluten, beef, tomatoes, peppers, oats and mint. I have cut all of those things out of my diet (Callum is breastfed) and he is now so much happier. He has an appointment with a pediatric allergist this coming week to do some tests and figure out exactly what he can and can’t eat, now that we are introducing solids. We also finally found the right medication for his acid reflux (Nexium) and it is helping a lot. Before we made those changes Callum would scream in pain and have very painful reflux. He spit up constantly and could never lie flat on his back because the acid would immediately come up his throat and hurt him. Diaper changes were painful because we had to lay him flat on the changing table and he would always end up screaming and choking through the diaper change. He also slept in a Rock and Play for the first six months because it kept his head elevated. Now we are finally able to lay him down in his bed, flat on his back. It is making our lives so much easier! Besides all of that, Callum is very healthy and meeting all of his milestones. He can roll over and is trying to sit on his own but still can’t balance well enough. He laughs and babbles and coos and LOVES eye contact. His eyes follow me around the room and he waits patiently for me to look his way, desperate for eye contact and a smile. His entire face lights up when I look at him or talk to him. I am his world. Almost every time he does that I think of Lucy in heaven. I wonder if she searches for me the way Callum does. I feel certain that when I arrive in heaven her eyes will find me and her face will light up like Callum’s does.
Nora is obsessed with Callum. She is only two but she can change his diaper and get him dressed. She feeds him and wipes his mouth and plays with him. Every morning as soon as she wakes up the first thing she asks me is, “Where’s Callum?” I prayed since she was born that God would give her a sibling friend and He answers those prayers daily in the sweetest way. I do have to be careful though, because Nora is still a two year old and it’s easy for me to forget that sometimes. I can’t really leave her alone with Callum for more than a minute or two. The other day she “gave him a bath” in A&D diaper ointment and then FED him the diaper ointment with a spoon while I was cooking dinner right around the corner. Here he is with shiny ointment hair (the picture doesn’t really do it justice):
He can’t have dairy, wheat, soy, etc. but apparently he can handle A&D diaper ointment just fine!
Callum’s brothers also love him and think he is the best baby in the world. They adore him and thank God for him and kiss him constantly. It’s so wonderful to be in this time of healing and recuperation as a family. We were so worn down by all of the loss and the fear of trying again and the desperate need for another baby. The high risk pregnancies were also very stressful for our family. Now we can finally relax. Our house is overflowing with kids and toys and laughter. God is rebuilding our hearts slowly but surely and exchanging beauty for ashes. When I started this blog and named it Losing Lucy and Finding Hope we were in such a dark place that I wondered if I ever would actually find hope. And here we are five years later living in that hope that God promises. I am often overwhelmed with gratitude. Just holding my warm little baby feels like a miracle. I still can’t believe that I get to watch Nora grow up and I get to know all the little details of who she is. I whisper “thank you” to God countless times a day as I go about my tasks. I often have to stop myself from emailing or texting Dr. Moise and Dr. Trevett to thank them AGAIN for what they did for us. Ok, Callum just woke up from his nap so that’s all I get to write for today. Here are a few pictures from the past couple of weeks:
It is hard to believe that my daughter would be turning five this year if she had been born alive. How did I survive five whole years with this ache inside my chest? I wonder who she would be today. Would she be reading super early like her brothers or would she show no interest in letters like her sister? Would she be doing gymnastics like I was at five? Would she have curly hair like Nora? Would Lucy be stubborn and independent like I was as a kid? Or would she be a rule follower like her Daddy? Would she be a tomboy or would she prefer Barbies? I wonder what her voice sounds like. I wonder who her little friends would be. Oh I miss my baby so much.
I’ve been telling Nora about her big sister lately and she accepts it all as completely normal, like everyone has a sister in heaven. The other day I got my Lucy box down and let Nora look through it. She loved seeing her sister’s pillow, dress, hat, blanket, pictures and even the many cards we have saved from our friends and family.
I know that right now Nora doesn’t really understand what it means to lose a sister, but one day when she is older she will grieve the loss of that special relationship. There is still so much heartache to come.
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been reading back in my journal from the days leading up to Lucy’s death. I can tell from the buoyancy of my writing that I was a different person then. Cheerful and optimistic. Sure that God would save her if I had enough faith. Then at the end of my 17th week of pregnancy (or possibly 18th week since they changed her due date a couple times) I wrote:
My baby might die tomorrow. She has to have an intrauterine blood transfusion at 17 weeks 6 days. I sobbed in the shower tonight crying out to God for her life. “I want to keep her! I want to keep her!” I cried over and over again. God said, “Whatever happens, you have her for eternity. You have her for eternity. Trust me.” And these thoughts have calmed my spirit and given me peace:
*I have her for eternity.
*I will give her life for God’s glory if He asks.
*She is HIS anyway.
*Abraham gave his son to God. God gave His Son for us. I will hold my daughter’s life with an open hand.
*My life’s purpose is to glorify God, not to keep my daughter.
*He will sustain me.
*I will be strong and courageous.
I remember how desperately I cried out to God that night, begging Him to let me keep Lucy. I think I knew then that God was not going to save her. Even though she survived the IUT the following day, she died eight days later while we watched on ultrasound. But that night when I begged for her life I sensed God asking me to place her in his arms. I look at those truths I wrote down five years ago and they give me courage to continue trusting God with this great loss. They give me courage to face the future without her. All of the days to come, without my sweet girl. I can do this, no matter how much I hate it. If I could be brave enough then to give my girl back to God, I can be brave today too. Because the truth is, it still takes an incredible amount of might to live each day without my child. It takes courage and grit and forgiveness and a whole lot of energy.
Three days before Lucy died I wrote this quote down by Charles Spurgeon:
Don’t you know that day dawns after night, showers displace drought, and spring and summer follow winter? Then, have hope! Hope forever, for God will not fail you.
Hope forever. As the days and the weeks and the years pass, more and more light slowly emerges. The dawn after our night. Today I can feel joy and contentment and I can sing again and I laugh freely most of the time. I go days and sometimes weeks without crying. None of these things seemed possible five years ago when I watched my baby’s heart stop and my world splintered. But God has been true to His word. When He promised me five years ago on that rainy, dreary day in that horrible hospital room, “I WILL REDEEM IT” He was telling the truth. He has been persistent in His quest to redeem the many things that died on February 8th, 2013 along with Lucy. And one day when I arrive in heaven, He will redeem the loss of my daughter and all of the missed moments with her here on earth. Yes, I will hope forever, for God will not fail me.
Three days after Lucy died when I was at one of the lowest points of my life I wrote this simple journal entry:
I TRUST HIM.
I trust you, Lord. Show me your goodness. Show me your hope. Show me what you are going to do with this sacrifice of pain and loss. Make her little life worth something….something so beautiful.
I TRUST YOU.
And now I get to show you the goodness and the hope, the beautiful thing God is doing with Lucy’s life. Because of my experience with her and because of this blog, I get to connect with parents from all over the world who are dealing with a sensitized pregnancy and help them advocate for the right care. You know, I invest in each one of my children’s lives daily; Liam, Asher, Nora and Callum. I don’t get to invest in Lucy’s life, so instead, I invest the time I would be spending with Lucy in these babies and their parents. My Facebook feed is full of pregnant bellies and ultrasound updates and newborn babies and pregnancy announcements…all the things that used to trigger my PTSD and send me spiraling. Now they are some of my greatest joys in life. Here are some of the beautiful babies who were impacted by Lucy and me over the past year. (There were so many babies that I couldn’t include each one’s story so I just included a couple and then the names and pictures of the rest of them.)
“My Kell baby Nancy, nearly 6 months old. She wouldn’t be here now if it wasn’t for your blog and the invaluable help of the ISO moms group. The knowledge I gained from you helped me to ensure she had the best care, if I hadn’t fought so hard for more regular MCA scans she would have been so anaemic we would’ve lost her. I’m eternally grateful. Thinking of you and your precious Lucy xxx ❤️”
Maxwell Raymond “Bay”
Freddy and Max (and baby on the way)
Callum Joseph Thomas
And for the babies who are not pictured here, but who are just as important as the ones who survived, you are greatly missed and deeply loved. The ones who don’t come home from the hospital in their mamas’ arms, like Nancy Stella and Freya Louise and Connor James and all of the precious babies who were lost, these babies often have a greater impact on my life than the ones who lived. I feel great comfort knowing Lucy has such amazing little friends in heaven with her.
Happy birthday in heaven, Lucy Dair. I ache for you every day. I see all the empty spaces where you should be. Five years closer to having you forever. I love you and I’m so proud to be your mommy.
One year ago today Josh and I drove to Atlanta to meet with Dr. Trevett for the first time. We had decided that if Dr. Trevett seemed knowledgeable about Kell and was on board with our treatment plan, then we would try again for our last baby.
We arrived at Georgia Perinatal Consultants one year ago feeling very nervous with a long list of very detailed questions for Dr. Trevett. I honestly thought he would encourage us not to have another baby, like most MFMs did after Lucy and again after Nora. Instead, Dr. Trevett was totally on board with our idea to try for another baby and he graciously answered all of our questions, then asked if we had any more. He was willing to try the new maternal blood test he had never heard of, he was willing to collaborate with Dr. Moise in Houston and he was on board with the treatment plan that we brought to him (which would have been his treatment plan anyway.) We left his office feeling courageous and confident in our decision to try for another baby and complete our family. I am so glad he said yes.
When I look at the newest little love of my life I am amazed to think of all the many people who said yes. Without those yeses he would not be alive today. My very first yes came from God when I had that longing for another baby, for a sibling friend for Nora. God said yes, so I talked to Josh about it. Josh said yes, so we prayed about it together. God patiently said yes again and again with each fearful prayer. Next we asked Liam and Asher if they would be on board with another high risk pregnancy for Mommy. We laid out all of the suffering that might happen, the possibility of losing another baby, the time they would have to spend away from Mommy (but the possibility of another living baby too) and they jumped up and down and said, “Yes!” because they wanted another baby brother or sister so badly. Next, we asked our team of family members and friends who would have to help us get through the pregnancy and they all said yes. Dr. Moise and Dr. Trevett were next and they both said yes.
There were countless other yeses along the way. The many people who prayed for us along the way, the sweet friends (some we had never met face to face!) who let us stay in their homes when I had treatments and appointments in Atlanta. The people who said yes when we needed help with childcare or rides home from school, and the people who said yes to meals, groceries and medical advice. Today I am reminded of all the yeses that led to my sweet baby boy being here in my arms and my heart overflows with gratitude. Thank you to all of you who said yes and went out of your way to help our dream become reality.