The test results

My test was great! The shape of my uterus isn't very bad and my fallopian tubes are wide open. My OB joked that they are the best tubes she has seen all day. 

It has turned out to be a good day. Dr. A and I joked a bit when I first got into the xray room and talked about running into each other at Home Depot after Christmas.  

As I was lying on the table and she was starting the test, she said that her patients get so many worry beads a year and I have used mine up, I have had my share of sadness and this year will be my year and there will be m ore happiness than sadness this year. She was so sweet. She explained everything as it happened and it barely hurt...just a tiny pinch. I was shocked that it was done so soon. She said that it looks great and then I turned around and saw the screen. I didn't see a heart-shaped uterus. It was more like a banana, with the left side having a bit of a dip. She said again that I just had rotten luck last year. 

She said to go ahead and try again and I said that we were thinking about waiting until February but she said that the radiation won't affect anything and I asked about the dye and she said that it won't affect anything either and that it really depends on where our minds and hearts are. I asked if my body needed more rest and she said no, it should be good to go and not to waste an opportunity. Then she hugged me and left. 

I can't tell you how good I felt after the test. I walked through the hospital towards the car and was smiling and almost crying at the same time. I called Ted and he was so happy and relieved. Last night, he kept reaching over and touching my leg. I figured that he was worried about the test, but he didn't say anything. After I had the test, he said how worried he was and how relieved he is now. I had to stop at a store to pick an ingredient up for dinner and I saw the baby section. Normally I avoid it, or I go into it and feel terrible. This time I went and got something for my sister's baby and something for my friend's baby. I even got something for my future baby because it was just too cute to pass up. I haven't felt that positive in so long and it felt good. 

I picked up the requisition from my doctor's office before the test and it wasn't as hard to be there as it has been in the past. There were even pregnant women and mother's with their 6 week old babies there and I was fine. 

Since I got to the hospital 45 minutes early, I walked by the social work office and decided to see if the social worker who saw us when I was in labour was there. I told the first woman I saw who I wanted to see, but I didn't remember her name so I described her. She came out and I wasn't sure at first if it was her, but after a minute or so I was positive. I was in such shock the day I met her that I didn't remember her name...just that she had dark, curly hair. She took me into her office and seemed really interested and asked how I was and I said that things were better than they were and they get easier with time. Gradually she started to remember me more and I mentioned that Ted and I worked together and she said it was all coming back to her. I told her how it helped to know ahead of time that people would say the wrong thing and I told her what the grief was like in the beginning...that I couldn't eat, couldn't decide what to wear....it was terrible. And about the guilt I felt when I smiled and how I always had to tell myself, and sometimes still do, that Jacob wouldn't want me to be so sad. I told her that I've had 2 losses since then and that I was at the hospital for a test. She said maybe it will help me get pregnant again and I said that I have no trouble conceiving (in  my head I thought that I just have trouble making the babies live) and we laughed about that. I told her that I found alot of support online and she asked me to send her the resources I found so that she can pass them on. I also told her that she can give my name and number out to patients who lose a baby if she is allowed to and how I talked to someone in the first weeks after losing Jacob and it helped me to not feel so crazy. She said she would and she will give me the heads up first in case I didn't want to do it at the time. I said that I will always want to do it but it will be nice to know if a call might be coming. I told her about the friends that I have made since losing Jacob and she said how much it must help to have someone who has been through it too. 

We talked about my OB and she said that she really likes her, that she is real. What you see is what she is. I said how nice she has always been, how she hugged me and ran her fingers through my hair when I was in the hospital bed and how meaningful that was. When Lois moved to Oakville about 10 years ago, she called somewhere to find out which OB to see for her pregnancy and they said Dr. A or Dr. L. She ended up with Dr. L, but it was just a fluke and all of her dealings with Dr. A have been good. I have no reservations about Dr. A, but the odd person has asked if I am switching doctors. It is nice to hear from someone who knows Dr. A in another capacity and who has seen her in a lot of different situations.  She said a few times that I look really good now, much better than I did the day we first met. She said that I have to call her when I have my next baby and seemed excited about it. 

I feel a little on cloud 9 now. I think maybe we will try this month. If I get pregnant, the timing would be the same of Jacob which might make things a little harder. I think I conceived Jacob around Jan 20-21 last year and those dates are approaching fast. Imagine if I give birth to my next baby on or around Jacob's due date.

Ted and I haven't felt this happy since we found out I was pregnant with Cub. It is such a nice feeling. I feel like I have been given a new lease on life. 

The test

Today I am getting the hysterosalpingogram

I am a little nervous about going to the hospital today. I'm not that nervous about the test, but I'm nervous about just being at the hospital because it is a Monday. It was a Monday that I found out that Jacob died and I went from the doctor's office to the hospital for the ultrasound and then I was admitted.

Today I will be going to my doctor's office to get the requisition form and then walking over to the hospital, just as I did on May 31st.

I want to stop associating new events with past events, but I can't seem to. I was saying this to Ted last night and he said to look at today as a new beginning, as part of the next baby's story, which it really is.

I am trying to do it.  Why is it so hard to do?

Progress....and then back to the old way.

On Friday and Saturday, I felt stronger than I have felt in awhile.  I even had a glimpse of my old self. I joked around with people. I went to a movie and managed to pay attention to the whole thing.

But not today. Today I have been on the verge of tears, or actually crying, for most of the day. I start crying while I wash dishes, fold laundry, walk around aimlessly.

I feel so incomplete.

Flashpoint

On March 4th, a Canadian show called Flashpoint was filmed in the office building I work at. I was 7 weeks pregnant with Jacob at the time.The building has an atrium in the centre and you can see down into the atrium from all of the floors. Most of the filming was done in the atrium, so a bunch of us would stand on a higher floor and watch the filming.

The building was supposed to be a morgue (the scenes in exam rooms were done somewhere else...our building was just the main entrance of the morgue). I had no idea what the story line was.

The episode was on TV the other night. Turns out the story line was about a baby who died at 6 months old. The father said that it was SIDS (the mother wasn't home), but the father was arrested because the baby showed signs upon autopsy of shaken baby syndrome and the father was arrested (in the end, it was proven that the baby had meningitis...after the father kidnapped the mother at gunpoint and went to the morgue to have the results reviewed....which was when the error was discovered). There were moments in the show when the grief over losing the baby was shown. The box of packed clothing in the kitchen, the nursery with the crib still set up, the parents saying that they shouldn't be in the position they were in and the tears and the grief.

The doctor at the morgue brought out the autopsy report and told the parents not to look because there were pictures of the autopsy and then it hit me that there are likely pictures of Jacob's autopsy somewhere. I know x-rays were taken because they were mentioned in the report. I know he was normal "upon internal examination". I just never thought about the pictures that are out there somewhere of my son's organs.

It is weird to think back to the time when the filming was taking place at work. I was 7 weeks pregnant and very happy and, although the baby in the show died under very different circumstances, it turns out I was watching the filming of a subject that I would soon know far too much about.

First New Year's Baby and other encounters

I was at my Mom and Dad's house last night and my Dad asked if I had looked at the local paper. I hadn't and he told me that there was something about the first New Year's  baby born at the hospital that Jacob was born at.....a baby boy born to a white mother and a black father (just like Jacob). He got me the paper and since I like to make myself miserable, I looked at the pictures and read the story. It didn't say who delivered the baby, but I ran into my OB at Home Depot a few days after Christmas and she said that she was working on New Year's Eve, so I'm pretty sure that she did.

That baby would only been 2 months gestation when Jacob was born. There was a picture of the baby and then a picture of the thrilled Mom and Dad and the big,  healthy, full-term baby in the hospital bed. Of course I stared at both pictures for awhile, thinking of how different our hospital picture is. A heartbroken Mom and Dad and a too small, dead baby boy. But a baby boy who was loved every second of his life and is loved every second that passes after his death.

I was in the subway yesterday at lunch and there was a woman with a baby girl in a stroller. Someone asked her how old her baby is and she said 3 months. Jacob would have been 3 months old in a week. I had to walk as far away from them as I could in the train and then stand at the door so that people wouldn't see how hard I was struggling not to cry. I also saw a facebook status the other day that my brother-in-law's sister posted. She had a baby boy 2 weeks after Jacob was due and said how hard it is too see your baby in pain while the baby is teething. I wish I knew how that felt.

With those 2 things happening yesterday, I got home and had a good cry.

Then today I finally got AF. Exactly 6 weeks after my miscarriage. I also started AF last year on January 7th, which was the start of the cycle that Jacob was conceived in.

So I had another huge cry tonight and I don't think I'm done for the night either. At least I have a needy little cat curled up in my lap who is trying to give me kisses with a rough little tongue.

Out of great misfortune comes great fortune

Despite all of the tragedy we have been through in 2010...losing Jacob, then August, then Cub, I still feel fortunate in many ways. I miss Jacob desperately and my heart aches for him constantly, but I have been surrounded by so much love since his loss. Then we lost August, then we went on the 3 week journey of losing Cub....all of our hope and the little specks of joy we had had since losing Jacob quickly got lost. But the support we received got even stronger. I don’t know how I would have come so far without all of the baby loss Mom’s that I have met since June 1st, without the kind things my family and friends have said and done, and without my husband. Ted has supported me through everything. When I am sad, he lets me cry. He never tells me that I need to move on, he just tells me that his heart is breaking for me while mine feels shattered and he holds me. He doesn’t leave me home alone very often, because he knows I will start with the flashbacks and go downhill if he does. He tries to keep hope alive when I just can't seem to do it. 

I have met so many wonderful women. I have never felt so accepted and supported by a group of women like I have by my baby loss friends. This Christmas I have received some wonderful cards and gifts from these women. Looking in the mailbox was the highlight of my day. The cards I received have so many beautiful messages in them and I have read each one several times, often crying each time...and then crying later on when I just thought about them.

The cats had to get in on things. It was hard to get a picture
without them walking across and knocking
the cards over. 

These gifts are pictured in the order I received them. I love them all.

Jessica contacted me and said she wanted to make me a dragonfly for my baby. When I said there were 3 of them, but just one dragonfly would be fine, she went ahead and made 3. I just knew they would be beautiful and they are. Each one has a baby’s name and date of birth on the first 2-3 beads of the body.

Jacob's dragonfly

August's dragonfly

Cub's dragonfly

Each star of this ornament has the initial of each of my baby's first names. The back of the top star says "Forever" then the next star says "loved" and the next says "missed".

I bought this ornament for Jacob. I will buy one for him every year.

This was our tree before my family came over.

I was perfectly happy with the tree the way it was, above. It took me a long time to put the tree up, but I did it because Ted wanted it up, I wanted to hang the ornaments I received, the cats love it, and everyone was at my house for Christmas. I guess it looked a little empty (so my sister's said), but it seemed telling of our lives, which revolve around our babies who made up the most important part of 2010 and of our lives.

Here is the tree after my sister's decorated it. My only request was that Jacob's (and August and Cub's) ornaments stay where they were).

Thank you to everyone who made the holidays easier. Every little gesture, every card, every gift and every kind word and thought means the world to me and will never be forgotten.

Seven months

Dear Jacob,

Today is 7 months since you were born. And it is New Year's Day. Your Dad and I miss you all the time. While so many people in the world were celebrating last night, I lay on the couch with your Dad and with your bear held against my chest, tears occasionally coming to my eyes. I fell asleep for awhile and woke up just before midnight. I wish I could say I fell asleep because I was pregnant with Cub, but of course that isn't the case. Things would be so different if Cub hadn't died. We would still miss you all the time, but we would have something to hope for and concentrate on.

Yesterday I went to the hospital with your Nana to get her cast off, the same hospital where you were born. I felt anxious about going because it was 7 months exactly since I was admitted there with you. I thought I might end up in Labour & Delivery to see the room you were born in and if the nurses I had were there, but I managed to stay away. I decided while I was there that nothing good would come of going, that day of all days.

I stopped at your garden on the way home from the hospital. The gate was locked and I was just thinking about jumping over it when the church custodian came outside and offered to open it. Do you know that someone moved the rose we planted? They moved it to the bushes right in front of where we buried it in the ground. I assume that it was falling over and I love that someone took the time to do that, knowing that the rose had special significance. It also means that someone else thought about the person buried there too. Maybe they even knew it was for you.

Thursday night was a hard one. As I was getting ready to go to bed, I just got so incredibly sad. I ended up standing in the bedroom hugging your bear and sobbing. I have also held your bear while cooking, walking around the house and just watching TV, just as I would have been holding you. I often think when I am sitting around watching a movie or reading a book that I shouldn't be able to do that. I should be doing something for you or always listening for the baby monitor for when you wake up. I guess acceptance will come one day. "They" say it will. I don't see it any signs of it.

I'm having a hard time with it being a new year. It feels so wrong to move onto a new year without you and it makes me sad that we will never live in the same year again. 2010 belongs to you. The joy, the sorrow, the love. I know a new date on a calendar means nothing in terms of my love for you, but now when/if someone asks, I have to say that you died last year. That just seems too long ago. I want to stay in the year that we shared. I want to keep you as close as possible forever in every way that I can and it seems to get harder and harder. There are even times when I have moments of disbelief and wonder how it was that I was ever pregnant in the first place, how it was that I delivered and buried my first child. I look at your ultrasound pictures and it seems hard to believe that you were inside of me but I no longer have you. You have changed my life. You have changed me. I had 5 months of incredible joy, like I had never felt before, because of you. Now I have had 7 months of incredible sorrow, sorrow like I have never felt before, because of you and I will have a lifetime of it. I also have a best friend, because of you. It is all worth it because you were, you are, so wonderful and amazing and loved.

This morning I went through some of your things....the certificate of birth the hospital gave us, the hospital bands, the tape measure we measured you with, the grief pamphlets we got from the hospital, one of your ultrasound pictures, your foot and handprints and the autopsy and pathology reports. Reading the words "normal morphology upon external and internal examination" made my heart lurch as I thought of the autopsy being done on you. I put the ultrasound picture and your hand and footprints in the box that your Grandparents and Aunts gave us. Then I picked up the blanket your Nana made for you and held it to my face and cried. You should have been wrapped in the blanket. For a few minutes, I pretended that you were.

We went to Tim Horton's this afternoon, got hot chocolate and then went to the garden to visit you. The tears didn't come as they usually do when I am there. I was sad, but just accepted that I didn't need to cry right at that moment. It is surreal that we are so far away from when you were born. I couldn't even see this far in the future for so long after we found out you died. It is still hard to envision a future without you in our arms.

You will never, ever be forgotten and you will always, always be loved and missed.

Mom