Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Moving Forward

By Hannah Stone

As a three time survivor of pregnancy loss, I know all too well that the words "moving forward" do not equal "letting go."

Nearly 17 years after my first loss, I still feel the pain and grief. It's not quite as raw as it was all of those years ago but it's still there. I think about the son or daughter I never got to hold and I never had the opportunity to know. What would he or she look like? Would it be my green eyes that would stare back at me or would they be the brown eyes of my husband? Would he or she be panicking about SATs and college applications? I will never know the answer to these questions and I think that the unknown is what pains me the most as a grieving parent.

I lost my first pregnancy on March 1, 1994. It seems like a lifetime ago yet it seems like yesterday. I remember the day it happened...going to my obstetrician's office for a routine 12 week exam with my husband and telling her that I was nervous about seeing the heartbeat for the first time. I was naïve, believing that what had happened to a few friends, wouldn't happen to me yet I wouldn't feel right until I saw that heartbeat. I never saw that heartbeat. Hearing the news that I had lost my baby broke my heart and in the months ahead, broke my spirit. On that day, I not only lost a pregnancy that was very much anticipated by my husband and myself (and our extended family members and friends) but I also lost my innocence. I learned on that day that life cannot be taken for granted and things can change in an instant...just like that.

On March 1 and on September 18, I remember the baby I never got to meet. Those two days represent when I lost the pregnancy and when the pregnancy was supposed to successful end birth. The pain lessens as each year goes by but I never forget and certainly, not on those two days or the days on the calendar that mark the losses of my other two pregnancies and the days of their due dates. I can talk about my losses and I am not as emotional as I was in the days and weeks and months following my losses but I still feel the grief. Time heals but it doesn't cure. From the moment you learn that you have lost your precious child, you are never the same person. I know I'm not.


Anonymous said...


I know too well how losing a baby can completely change you, and as you have said, take away your innocence. Since I lost my son at 18 weeks, I am looking at life in a completely different way. While I may not cry at the drop of a hat anymore, any time I am out having a good time or laughing about something, there is still an underlying sadness that I am sure will haunt me forever. It's sort of like being hit by a truck and walking away with a limp. You might heal and learn to laugh again, but you will never walk the same. One thing I do know is just how precious life is! The time I have with my husband and family means more to me now than ever before. We have chosen to live each day as though it were our last, enjoying every moment we can.

Anonymous said...

Big HUGS, so true. I have survived four miscarriages over a 10 year span and of course have some reminder, almost every month, due to the dates of the surgeries, or Halloween when I bled from my chemical PG, to the due dates. A little piece of your heart dies, when you lose a baby. God bless!!

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