(I had to add this after I wrote this~I always start writing and it always seems to go in many different directions. I noticed that tonight as I wrote this. I'm all over the place. So enjoy that lol)
I haven't felt this happy in a long time <3 There will always be bad days. It happens. With every single breath I take, I will always miss my girls. There will be triggers that bring the grief to the front. I will feel guilty about being happy when I shouldn't be, because my babies are not here. Nothing will ever make me feel better about grief or coping with it. I love them with every single bit of myself. I would have been a damn good mother to them.
This surgery has been an eye opener. I cried a lot. From happiness and sadness. Realizing I was only traveling miles away to see the top doctor because my children died. I was only there because they weren't here. Children are not replaceable. No matter how many we have there will always be 2 girls missing from every family photo. 2 girls that we missed a life time of experiences with. 2 girls that Derrick will never walk down the aisle. 2 girls that will never dance in our living room and never bake cupcakes with me.
That is a lot to carry for parents. A lot to handle. It rips my heart out every day to wake up and breathe. Remembering I watched them take their first and last breath in the same day. Then having to visit a cold headstone where they lay beneath.Where Evelie's tiny body holds Emerson's urn. Something parents should never go through.
Now I realize this didn't turn into to what sounds like a happy post. It is. I'll explain. I do carry that with me every day of my life. Not a second goes by that I don't think of them. It has taken me a very long to not feel guilty about being happy. Everyone has their opinion on how people should handle grief. They often say " I don't know what I'd do if that happened to me, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed" etc. It isn't easy but I had to get out of bed. I had to go to work. I have to face babies, pregnant women and pregnancy announcements. I wanted to stay in bed, I wanted to die.
Then there was a day when my husband called me from his job. He told me we couldn't go on living like this. We had to try again for another baby because if we didn't we'd never be happy again. I didn't say a word, I couldn't. The tears were just streaming down my face. I had something to live for again. I had something to look forward to. I had a reason to keep living. We talked about how I would find more info on the tac (transabdominal cerclage) and then I'd set up the consultation with Dr. Haney. I scheduled the phone consultation with Haney. Prepared my list of questions for him. And then we waited a month for the actual call. We got both phones out so Derrick could sit in, ask questions and hear what Haney had to say too.
Dr. Haney spent over an hour on the phone with us. Every thing on my list, he answered before I had the chance to ask it. He explained how the tac works from an engineers point of view. Derrick loved that, he completely understood what was going to happen. He told us that I would be cured. That the reason I lost both of my girls would be fixed. He explained why the cerclage that we had with Evelie didn't work and how this is much different with a significantly higher and almost perfect success rate. I know a lot of women who have seen him. My friends and family know I don't do anything without researching the crap out of it. Any article with Haney in it, I've read it. This mother can research and dig up stuff better than the fbi.
The phone consult ended on such a wonderful note. I then tried to get health insurance. This was a long process. No one wants to cover a women with pcos, a history of fertility meds, miscarriages, infant loss, and 2 lengthy expensive hospital bedrest bills. I sounded like one hell of an expensive women on paper and just a headache for them. I finally got on insurance and had to wait 6 months (on top of the 3 I waited to just get denied over and over from other insurance) because I obviously have a pre existing condition. That wait was such a long wait. I remember feeling so defeated. Not even sure if they'd cover the surgery. I never thought I'd see the end of the waiting period. It helped us get through the holidays. Having something to look forward to. Honestly if we didn't have this, I am not sure how life would have gone. Christmas has been hell for the last 6 years. We finally had something to be happy about.
During the waiting period I kept researching. Talking to all the ladies I knew that had this done. Getting to hear how normal their pregnancies were. How they got to work, no bedrest. Just like a normal pregnant women. That is exciting. Though I know I won't be normal, because I know loss. I will worry every second of my pregnancy. Probably won't enjoy it because of my past. I'll do it because that's what I have to do.
Now the 6 months is up. We've past it. We traveled. I did it. Even though I was scared out of my mind about going under, it's done. So this new chapter starts. 7 years, 4 miscarriages, giving birth to 2 sweet baby girls and watching them take their last breaths, the pain, the moments of not wanting to go on and it feels like we get to go forward. We don't go forward and forget what happened. We will carry that with us, each step. I have researched the things I wanted like cloth diapers, how we want to parent etc. for as long as we've been married. 8 years. It feels like we will finally get to put this stuff to use. Every day when I look at my child. I will try my hardest because I have 2 little girls that I gave everything for. They will help me remember to do my best. They will help me on the hard days. There will always be reminders and triggers of what I didn't get to do with them. Always. But I will hug a little tighter, love deeper and kiss whenever I can because there are 2 girls that never got that. I will make up for what I never got to do for them.
They have taught me so much. I cried when I was in Chicago because they weren't here. I also cry because I was there to have a chance at happiness. I miss them more than anyone could know. No one knows what we've gone through. No one knows how many times I've cried. How many times I have wanted to throw my furniture out on the lawn because I was so angry and didn't know how to express my pain. How many times I've gone through their items and sobbed because I just want to touch them one more time. I can allow happy days. I can grieve but be happy too.
Today I am happy. We finally have something to look forward to. The surgery is done. My ovaries are "gorgeous" and we have a new chapter to write. I haven't smiled as much as I have in the last month. I am finally happy. We are finally happy. I forgot what this felt like. It's been so long. I am excited for the future. Excited to see Derrick with our babies, in a positive setting. And not in the heartbreaking, tragic ones I've witnessed. I am ready.
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