After my fourth child Zaira was born, I wasn't sure if I was going to have anymore children. My marriage was experiencing a very bad season. It had been bad for sometime. Before, during, and after my pregnancy with Zaira, my husband and I fought...a lot! It got really bad.
Then somewhere between 2010 and 2011, I was saved by the blood of Jesus, and began to try and mend my broken marriage. I became pregnant in February of 2011. I was overjoyed. I went to the OB for my ten week check, and the Dr. could not find a heartbeat. She said it was normal not to hear the heartbeat that early on. I went on my way, and cried in the car.
Soon after that, my second child Darien, who was nine then, was feeling ill. She was constantly drinking something, and She had very heavy breathing. I took her to our family Dr. and he said it was a stomach virus. He prescribed some meds, and told us to come back in a week. During the late night hours, her breathing deepened. My husband said it was time to take her to the ER. He took her, and called me after awhile.
I was in shock when I heard him say, "She has type 1 diabetes". I couldn't wrap my head around it. "And they're sending her to Hershey". Penn state children's hospital in Hershey is one of the best. We went there when my oldest was diagnosed with leukemia at age 4. This was eerily familiar.
I packed up the other three kids, and we headed to Hershey to meet up with them. As in the past, we were able to stay at the Ronald McDonald house, right across from the hospital. When I saw Darien again for the first time, she looked much better, and her breathing had calmed. They had given her insulin. She had a one or two day stint in the hospital, I really don't remember. After her release, we went immediately into an all day diabetes training class. By the time we got back home, we were all exhausted. I remember saying to my husband, "If I knew we were going to go through all this, I don't think I would have wanted to have another baby." Those words haunt me still.
That night I went to bed, and woke in the middle of the night to a blood soaked gown. I was miscarrying my baby. I woke my husband and said, "Its happening, I'm losing the baby". I went to the bathroom, and stepped in the tub, while he called 911. There was so much blood. The ambulance came and drove me to the nearby hospital, where my daughter was diagnosed a few days prior. The baby came out a short time after, and we could not tell the gender. We had no babysitter, so my husband stood home with the kids, and I was there, alone. Although we didn't know the gender, I still wanted to name the baby. So I chose Adrien, a gender neutral name.
I was heartbroken, devastated, and I wanted answers. Of course there were none that medical professionals could give me. I poured my heart out to the Lord, begging to know why. After reading the bible, praying, and watching a lot of Joyce Meyer, I realized that; God's timing is perfect, He has a plan and a reason for everything, and He loves me.
I held fast to all of that when I had my second miscarriage, in December of the following year. I was 16 weeks along this time, but at my 10 week checkup...I heard the heartbeat! I had an early ultrasound and everything looked fine. When I went back for my 13 week check, there was no heartbeat. That was followed by another ultrasound that confirmed it. My baby had died. I went back to the OB that afternoon because they wanted to discuss options with me. They talked about having a D&C, dilation and curettage, where they scrape away the lining of your uterus, as well as the baby. To me that sounded so cold. I told them I preferred to miscarry naturally. So I went home to wait.
It happened in the middle of the night three weeks later. This time was different. I remember being woken up by contractions, and snapping feelings inside my womb, as though rubber bands were stretched to their max and tearing. I laid in bed, my husband asleep next to me, and I cried with each contraction. Again I ended up in the bathroom, while my husband called 911. The baby came out before their arrival, and I held the little one in my hands. The baby was about six inches long, and perfectly formed.
At the hospital the nurse told me it was a boy. I named him Zander. There was a lot of bleeding, and I ended up needing to have a D&C, even though I tried to get out of it. I was worried about going under anesthesia, and not coming out. The procedure went fine, though I did lose a lot of blood. I ended up being kept overnight, and given a blood transfusion. Sometime later, after I was well, I got tattoos to memorialize my babies.
Thanks to the Share program, we were able to have funerals for the little ones. The services were beautiful, and the cemetery is well looked after. Every year, at the start of spring, the whole family visits them there. I think it's important for us as a family, to remember them, and maintain a connection.
In 2013 I was blessed with my baby girl Sophie, and blessed again in 2014 with my baby boy Brandon.
God is good, and his timing is perfect!