Miscarrying your baby is a lonely, desolate experience for any woman to endure no matter who they are, what they have, or how much love they already have in their lives. It feels like you are drowning in failure, grief and loss and no one but you as the mother, the one who has physically “lost” your baby, can possibly fathom how you feel.
I wrote this letter to my baby during the days after miscarrying. I wrote it because I didn’t want my baby to slip away from me without a word being said and I wrote it because I thought I would break into a million pieces if I had to keep all the feelings inside.
To my last baby,
Today was supposed to be ours, the day I was supposed to see you for the first time. At nearly twelve weeks today, I have spent weeks anticipating this day; the morning I was supposed to see your little silhouette on the screen as the sonographer moved the dopple around to measure you up for the first time. My first glimpse of you, just like I’d seen with your three brothers. It’s always been my favourite scan, the first moment seeing my babies little heart beat pounding away…. and you are to be the last. The final piece of our family.
I woke up excited. I sat on the lounge in the dark wee hours of the morning reading to your brothers, waiting for the sun to catch up with them, to see in the new day. We were half way through the pile of books when I felt it, heard it; Pop. And I knew instantly something wasn’t right. My body was doing something it hadn’t done before and I had no way to control it.
The blood was shocking, but I couldn’t look away, I could feel myself panting as I told myself that everything might still be okay, I’d read somewhere that a little bleeding is normal in pregnancy sometimes… not any of my pregnancies but still… don’t panic!
But soon, I could see it wasn’t normal; that I was losing you and part of myself all at the same time.
Powerless to save you, I sat in the shower and watched you leave my body. I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. My heart felt betrayed. Here is my body; my greatest ally that has laboured and breathed life into three babies like a warrior woman. My body that has carried me to some of the world’s highest mountain peaks and across a marathon finish line. But on this day it has betrayed me, given up and let you go, when I so badly don’t want you to go. My baby.