Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Faith going forward

I have always sought so much security in my life- I think that desire for security has driven many of the decisions I've made throughout my life. As I look back, though, and I look forward to the new year, I realize how critical faith is. Nothing, not my family or my husband or my education or my savings can protect me from loss or from suffering. I have to face the future with hope and find security in my faith.

I realized how much I've grown talking to my friend who recently became pregnant. She was expressing her concern about everything that could go wrong and we were talking about how, in my case, I was supposedly past the biggest "risk." I told her that she had to let it go because regardless of what happens, right now she is creating memories- whatever is going to happen will happen whether you worry or not and in the meantime, there's life to be lived and love to give and memories to make.

Losing another child or facing an incurable illness or losing a home or loved one are still thoughts that terrify me, but I am trying hard not to dwell on them and when they come into my head, I just say, "I trust you, God." Maybe life is not so much about going through the motions- college, marriage, babies, work, retirement, but rather about the lessons these experiences give us. And maybe the most important, life-changing lessons come from what we never expected or wanted for ourselves.

I asked my mom one day when I was having a hard time finding God, "but how can I know it will all be ok?" And she said, "Because it will... it won't always be easy but it will always be ok." My father also mentioned something I found interesting that with all the technology and new developments in our lives, it seems we're going in the wrong direction when it comes to suffering. There is something about our world that makes us think we should avoid suffering or that it won't have to be faced if we do things right- if we make the right decisions, buy the right things. Maybe it's all the marketing going to our heads... maybe it's our privileged lifestyle...maybe it's some kind of natural aversion to being uncomfortable.

I find it so interesting how Juan Carlos has reacted to everything so differently than me. He takes it all in stride- like no one ever told him bad things don't happen and that he was somehow free to be outside of the world of suffering that comes with life. He knows that sometimes moms have to leave their kids so the family can eat. He knows that sometimes the work people do put their lives at risk. He knows that opportunity isn't in his hometown, that families don't always get to spend Christmas together, that life is not a fairytale, people are not perfect, things don't always go right, and yet, life goes on and sometimes you get reunited with loved ones or find new people to love.

And so, on goes life and on goes time with the new year and on go I, perhaps a little less innocent than before, perhaps a little more hesitant, perhaps a little more real and less idealistic, but ever more confident that hope doesn't have to die and that happiness is in us taking the time to appreciate the simple moments of life - a life which really all in and of itself is "on loan" from an all-generous God. Many blessings and may this new year bring a renewed sense of hope and faith for you and your loved ones!!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Slowing Down...

I wish I had pictures to post of the snow outside- it is the most I've seen in awhile- maybe since living in Vermont. And untouched snow really is amazing- even after living in the Northwest all my life, I always appreciate the first snow of the year. With it, though, also comes a certain concern about going out on the roads, running errands and keeping up with the normal pace of life. Yesterday, Juan Carlos and I had a special day being "stranded" at home together.

Not having to work and not willing to venture out except for much- needed groceries, JC and I spent some time sharing the internet (I look for houses and things for houses and plan our budget, he looks for roosters and trucks), watching TV, watching the snow fall and trying to stay warm... the snow really has a way of slowing people down, forcing us to do less in general.

For me, after a very busy and stressful fall semester and even busier, fuller weekends, this was a much-needed, welcome treat. I know many people were inconvenienced by the weather, had to work, got delayed or even worse, got in accidents, so that part is awful, but many other people, like me, got an excuse to stay home, make (or eat) Christmas cookies, do the laundry and spend time with loved ones (aka: try to keep Juan Carlos from getting too stir-crazy.)

With some extra time on my hands I am also left with time to think and plan, and while it's fun and comforting in ways, I am also being told that more and more houses are coming on the market, that interest rates could drop even further, that the "best" in terms of buying a house is probably yet to come...It's easier for me to work with what's "known"- to find a way to make a less than ideal house work for us, a way to push our budget, a way to get a plan in place. It's so hard to wait and yet, I know in my heart that's exactly what I need to do...just wait. We never know what's around the corner. We just have to pray and wait and have faith that we'll recognize what's right when it comes.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Advent Conspiracy

Below is a video that I found that made me reflect differently this Christmas season.


Sunday, December 14, 2008

Angelica Grace

Some people have asked what name we've given to our little girl. She went to heaven before we even knew if she was a boy or a girl, so it feels like she has always been our little angel in a way. She was always pure, always innocent- a saint and an angel. My mother's middle name is "Ann" and she was also the baby my mother always knew about- even before I did. Hence, her first name: Ann, after my mother, Angelica for the angel she always was and always will be.

I read a blog entry recently of a Catholic couple who lost their baby at birth. They wrote about how they hoped their child, now in heaven, could intercede through prayer on their behalf. It was a beautiful concept. I guess I've also had that idea though I couldn't express it as well as they did.

We've chosen "Grace" as our daughter's middle name because grace is my prayer for us and, I hope, her prayer for us as well. Grace has been described to me as God's protection and presence with us here on earth, ever since Jesus left earth. Grace is the gift given to us when we participate in the sacraments in the Catholic Church. Grace, both strong and tender, both courage and serenity, the gift God gave us in our little girl and the gift He gives us as we give her up and wait in calm surrender for whatever lies ahead.

So, Angelica Grace, please pray for us- pray that we may grow more Holy as God is Holy- ever closer to sainthood and to being able to meet you in heaven... and that God may grant us the grace we need to see His plan and to follow His will for our lives.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Being Admired...

I remember learning the story of my mother-in- law, who has gone through so many difficult things in her life. She lost her husband when she had 3 young boys and they were very poor, but she did her best to raise them with good values and discipline and provide for them. She had to leave them when they were still young to try to earn more money in Tijuana. She got pregnant unexpectedly and decided she wanted her baby to be born in the U.S., so she crossed the border and fended for herself in California for many years. She struggled to survive there as well for many years, until a man from Russia helped her by giving her a place to live and work. Her baby was born healthy, but later became very sick and now has a fairly severe form of cerebral palsey. Her little girl cannot speak or control her body movements. I don't think she was predicted to have lived past 10 years of age, though she just had her 10th birthday in October.

When I learned Amalia's story, I felt compelled to write her a letter and tell her how much I admired her and how strong she was. I remember talking to her once about it and asking her, "how could you have so much strength?" She simply said, "What choice did I have? I couldn't just give up and die. I had to do what I did." And I think about that often. I haven't had to face a lot of suffering before, so it's hard to know what to do with it, especially with such intense suffering. Juan Carlos tells me not to think about it. I can distract myself sometimes but the feelings sneak up on me and I'm not sure how to make them go away. I feel so weak and I get down on myself about it.

A friend wrote to me the other day though and told me I was strong and she admired me. It really touched me. I didn't even think of how meaningful it would be to hear that. But in the midst of feeling empty, feeling like a failure, feeling weak and tired and vulnerable, how reassuring and wonderful it is to know that is not all that people see in me. How wonderful to think that other people could even gain strength from seeing me get through this. It makes me feel like I have more purpose if I can inspire hope in others. Sometimes I, like my mother in law, feel I have no choice, so it's not real strength- maybe I'm just doing what I have to do. What else could I do? But, in a subtle way, everyday I wake up and face the day ahead I am making a choice- a choice to keep on living, to keep on loving, to keep on falling in love with God and His people regardless of whether they will be here tomorrow or not.

As my mother in law says, "The people in our lives, including our children, are loaned to us- they are not really ours, but God's. He just gives them to us for a time and He knows when He will take them back." It may seem almost cruel through our limited human perspectives that God would give us something, only to take it back, but we people have a hard time understanding love outside of time. We think that to love something is to want it, desire it, be attached to it forever (or at least for a very long time), but God knows that true love is to choose love, regardless of the fact we could lose what we love most at any time. To love a "guarantee" is not vulnerable. To love what you could lose is.

And I have and I've experienced loss, and I've wanted to give up and die or just stop wanting things so I wouldn't have to hurt like this again, but I think in the end not loving would be worse than losing what I love. And so regardless of whether people admire me or tell me I'm strong, I have to be strong for myself. I have to be proud of myself for the baby steps I have to take- for the times I can be happy for another pregnant woman, for the times I can be happy for what I have and not just sad for what I lost. I have to live the call to love whoever is in my life right now and have faith that God will bless me in that and give me the grace to continue regardless of what lies ahead.

Monday, December 8, 2008

God's Plan

Today was hard. A good friend of mine at work found out she's pregnant. I want so badly to be happy for her, just like she was for me, but all these feelings and thoughts have been rushing in and I don't know what to do.

I remember when I found out I was pregnant. I am one office down from her. It was in the morning on September 11th and the doctor called. I called my mom and Haley overheard from her office and came in to congratulate me. She told me to go home that minute and tell Juan Carlos. How could I even think of waiting until after work? We laughed about his reaction and thought about how fun it would be if we got pregnant at the same time.

Like flashbacks, I remember those moments so well and then the moment I was lying there at UW in Seattle and they couldn't find a heartbeat and I swore it was a nightmare and I just wanted to wake up. This wasn't supposed to happen! I was going to have my baby in April and go on maternity leave for the summer and then come back in August and Haley would have her baby and go on maternity leave. It worked perfectly with the academic year. I already had it marked on my calendar. We would cover for each other while the other one was out. Summer was slower for me and fall was slower for her. It couldn't be better! Plus we would only be 3 months apart! We would shop for baby clothes together and our babies could play together. Juan Carlos and I might have even be able to go to Mexico in December next year with our baby since it didn't work out this year. Even though it wasn't totally "planned," the end of March/ beginning of April was going to be the perfect time for us to have a baby... I even told Haley she had to wait to get pregnant until December so it would work out this way...

But no, all those plans and dreams got shattered with the devastating news in October- before people could tell me congratulations, they were sending me sympathy cards... most people never brought it up, like it never happened... the experience that is supposed to be pregnancy and motherhood was robbed from me. I was a mother who will never have a mother's day card or celebrate her child's baptism or birthday. I will never know what it's like to nurse or to feel a child kick inside of me. I know my little girl is safe in heaven, blessed with perfect peace and happiness. I'm the one left behind, left to ask what it is God wants from me... If it's not my plan that seemed so perfect, then what is it, God? I can't imagine something better- I don't see how it will all fit, how it will all work out...

Worst of all, I'm so angry at myself for being so self-centered about this. In my head I know that her having a baby does not mean anything for me, about whether I will or won't. I know I should just be happy for her. It doesn't change what was already my reality and my loss. It's just a reminder... a reminder that life keeps going, even when it seems somehow like it should stop and wait for me- a reminder that my plan isn't God's plan and a reminder that there are some things we can't see and we can't understand and we can't know and that's really when we must learn to rely on faith, when faith is the only stronghold we really have left...

"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." Hebrews 11:1

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Living my own life

It's strange to be 24 and to think, for what seems like the first time, so deeply about one's own life. I feel so silly in a way that I've always been so caught up in thinking about what I want and what others have that much of my own life has passed me by in ways. There's a country song that always touches me when I hear it that talks about a man watching his daughter grow up and at different stages of life, she is always talking about the future and the chorus goes something like,

"You're gonna miss this. You're gonna want this back. You're gonna wish these days didn't go by so fast. Cause these are some good times. Take a good look around. You may not know it now. But you're gonna miss this..."

And what hits me about the song is that it says that about every stage in life- high school, living in a little apartment as newly weds, having kids... it's not like there's one point in life where "you've arrived" that gives you permission to now be happy or one stage in life you want to go back to for the rest of your life.... Maybe I'll be 30 or 40 or 85 and think back to how great it was to be 24- just starting my career, just starting my marriage, in love, young, healthy, full of energy and passion, when life seems full of possibilities and hopes and dreams and plans....

I need to let go of my tendency to compare myself to others, especially others who are where I think I want to be, pregnant and raising young children. Although I always wanted to start a family young, younger than I am now, I need to recognize that I made the choices I did for a reason. I need to pull myself away from watching everyone else's life and focus back on mine. I have my own story and I don't do it justice keeping it in the shadows of others.

Someone I knew said on her blog that she finally stopped comparing herself to others after she had a child. Maybe I thought that would happen to me too- that a child would finally liberate me from this ridiculous game I've been playing since I was a child myself and I could get on with life. But, in reality, as Carlos pointed out last night, and my mom has pointed out before, having children is just another level on which to play the "comparing" game if you don't get out of it beforehand. You can compare everything from how many hours your child sleeps to how many dirty diapers you have to change to how soon your child walks, talks, and gets potty trained and on it goes for the rest of their lives.

I never want my children to be victims of my own insecurity, so I guess that during these months that God has given me to reflect and heal, I should take a closer look at that and start learning how to live my own life.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Feeling lost...

Yesterday, a very long 40 minutes after my scheduled telephone appointment, I finally heard from the doctor about the results of the testing they did. He told me the baby was a girl and that in all the testing, they couldn't find what went wrong. There were 46 chromosomes, as there should be. It's common to find 47 or 45 in these cases, but they were all there- no more and no less. It's also common for girls to be missing an X chromosome (Turner's syndrome) but both of those were there as well. The bad news is that there is still no apparent reason the baby couldn't make it. The good news is that the unexplainable is unlikely to happen again...

I hesitate to write when I feel this way as I don't want to bring others around me down, but I also feel the need to be real about this. If I was moving forward at some point before, I feel like I've now lost my footing and fallen back. I'm left asking the same questions I've asked so many times before: Why me? Why my baby?

I don't understand people who find comfort in statistics. 75% of women never face this- out of the 25% who do, most have miscarriages before they even realize they're pregnant. How can I be comforted by "chance" when I've already been on the wrong side of it? It shouldn't have happened- everything says it shouldn't have happened and it did.

I feel myself losing faith too. I don't know what there is to have faith in. I can't trust God to protect me or the people I love most. I feel like He's just watching from the sidelines. What is comforting about that? Whatever is going to happen will happen either way. What have the prayers been for? Where are the miracles? Where is God's intervention? I feel so disillusioned and lost.

I know people say we can try again, but I can't even think about that. I can't even imagine being happy about another pregnancy. In so many ways, I just want Juan Carlos to find someone else who can be the wife he wants and needs, who he can start a family with and I just want to hide away and not have to face life anymore. It hurts too much to want what I can never have- my baby girl... to wonder what she looked like, if she had Carlos's green eyes or my curly hair, if she would have been shy and quiet or bubbly and outspoken, about how much we would have loved her....about how much we did love her...

I don't know how to go on, how to find hope, how to be happy again. I know I can't continue to be so dismal and negative, but how can I convince myself "it's for the best" or "it wasn't time" How can I be comforted about something so senseless? How do babies just die? I want to tell myself we weren't ready, that something wasn't right, that somehow some way this is "better", that it's better to wait... but every time I'm unconvinced. We could always save more money, be more mature, be a little more prepared and yet I feel like our hearts were ready and I don't know what else matters as much as that, especially to God.

I pray someday I may be able to look back on this with some sort of peace about the whole thing- maybe when I'm less self-centered and less focused on my own suffering and my own loss and the senselessness and unfairness of it all. Maybe my narrow vision is holding me back right now. I recognize I'm not where I would like to be forever and yet, for now, this is where I am. I don't know if I've hit bottom yet- I don't even know if I care. All I can ask is that you keep me in your prayers. If God is listening, maybe He'll help to pull me out of this in time. I hope time will be the great healer that people say it is.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Happiness

I've been talking to Juan Carlos lately about happiness. We were talking about how it's easy to get excited about things and to have that excitement consume you and keep you going for awhile, but that the excitement never lasts, so once the house or the truck are bought and the trip is over and things end, you have to go back to life again and it's easy to feel like you're going back into a rut or to get addicted to wanting new things and new experiences so you can be excited about something all the time.

How do I take this crossroads in my life and make a decision to be happy- not because I feel secure about my future or I'm excited about plans I have for myself, but just because I'm alive? I told Juan Carlos I have to move on but now that I've experienced tragedy, I have to move on knowing I could experience tragedy again, maybe even worse than before. How can I go forward and try to enjoy life, yet know that anything or anyone could be taken from me at any time? What's enjoyable about that? How do I let go of the fear, knowing nothing is forever?

But as Carlos says, we have to live in the present because if we don't, we never really live. And what could be worse than spending your entire life in your future or your past- worrying, regretting, wishing for what never was, hoping for what might not be... This would be a life of true tragedy.

On Monday, the doctor will call to tell me what the results were from the tests they did on the baby's remains. It's possible they did not find anything, it's possible they did not find anything that would affect future pregnancies- these are the two most likely scenarios. But in the back of my mind I carry the new reality that it's also possible they found something that would have serious implications about our ability to have healthy children in the future. I have always dreamed of having children, of raising a family, of having things a certain way.

For the first time in my life, I think I am beginning to understand that my life is not my own. Life is not a game with clear rules and boundaries- it is not a math equation like 2 + 2 = 4 and even all the discipline and good judgement and morality in the world cannot guarantee you a life free of suffering. My life may turn out to be very different than I had always dreamed. It's so hard to face that, but it's true.

So, now the question is not so much what will happen to me or what I will do but who will I be regardless of what happens and in the midst of what I do? Who will I be and where will I get my strength? Juan Carlos says I'm so good at comparing myself to others, but I always compare myself to people who I think have it better than me, rather than people who don't. He reminds me that although we have women in our lives with many children, we also have women in our lives who would love to have children and can't. Yet, they still find joy in life, probably more than me most of the time. Some of them live with much less privacy, work in a job they don't enjoy, don't have the opportunities and freedoms that come with having a legal status here and yet, they still find happiness.

They, along with so many other examples, prove that happiness lies somewhere beyond our physical status, even beyond what we hope and dream for ourselves. Hopes and dreams are not innately bad, but when their completion becomes our only path to happiness, they can destroy us. It's as if happiness lies suspended in a very uncomfortable balance between dreaming and wanting and working and fighting for something and being able to accept whatever comes anyway.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Regardless of your plans for me, I am yours. Give me the strength to face this life head on, to feel, to hurt when necessary but always to ultimately choose happiness.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Happy (late) Anniversary!


Well, Juan Carlos and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary on October 27th. We went out to dinner on Friday night (yes, Halloween). We had to get out of the house because I was too lazy to buy candy for trick-or-treaters and Juan Carlos did not want to have to hide from them, as he has done in past years...

On Saturday, we celebrated with some friends and family (mostly Juan Carlos's friends and family) though I did have a couple good friends of mine from work over and we laughed and had a good time.

Being married has been really incredible. I have gotten to know Juan Carlos so much better. It's strange to find ourselves in moments when we can finish each other's sentences and read each other's faces...we can guess how the other person will react to good news and bad, what kind of house (or truck) the other person would like. I used to hate mornings but Juan Carlos's daily songs and dances always make me laugh and put me in a good mood for the day. We laugh with (and at) each other all the time. I think often of something someone said to me at a bridal shower: "Marry someone who makes you laugh and you'll always be happy." It has rung true on many occassions in the past year.

Though, you can tell from my blog entries, it hasn't all been easy. Lately, I've said that this past year has been the most difficult year of my life.

I have spent so many years in school, so blessed to have such a "normal" healthy family, that I guess I've been sheltered from lots of life's lessons and lots of life's tragedies. However, in the midst of everything, I can see why God gave me Juan Carlos- a man who can always see the sun through the clouds, who looks beyond himself, who takes life as it comes, gives thanks to God and patiently waits for and works towards whatever lies ahead.

In my desire for a child, he reminds me that children do not make a marriage- we do. And marriage is the vocation we have been called to right now. In spite of our loss, he reminds me that I still have him and all his love. What more could I want?

Over the past year I have grown up in so many ways. I hold fewer grudges- why wait to move on? I take myself less seriously and laugh at myself more often. I am more honest with myself and others. I am more confident about handling things - from grocery shopping to crazy landlords to being victims of a crime and to losing someone dear to us. Although I wouldn't mind having less experience with some of these things in the future, I do feel like Juan Carlos and I are wiser and stronger because of it all.

I know that I had (and still have) a lot of "growing up" to do and I am eternally grateful to have such a great partner to share everything with along the way. I know we still have a lot of joys and challenges ahead of us, but this past year gives me confidence that in the face of difficulty we can find strength and love in one another and move forward.

God Bless our marriage, our family, our vocation and our love. May it be fruitful, may we strive to influence others for the better, bring laughter and joy to those around us, and live in gratitude for each day we have together.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Footprints


"Some people come into our lives and quickly go; others stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same."

At the beginning of September, Juan Carlos and I were ecstatic to find out we were expecting a baby. It was a bit of a surprise, as I had been going through testing for infertility all summer. Turns out I was "infertile" almost the whole time because I was pregnant. It also explained why I was feeling tired and all around awful for a lot of the summer... I was glad to have an explanation and even happier to have a baby on the way. When we found out, we weren't sure how far along I was, but a couple weeks and several appointments later, we were finally given a due date of April 1st. I had my first ultrasound at 14 weeks.

The month of September- October seemed to fly. I was planning to present my capstone at the beginning of November and starting to think about all the preparations for the baby. We were well into our ongoing search for a house and finally talked and decided on one we wanted to buy.

Then, all my plans came crashing down... my advisor wrote to me and told me he would not approve my capstone paper for the November presentations. He had different expectations than I did about the assignment and requirements and so I was stuck trying to justify my paper and delayed in getting the necessary approval. I came home one Wednesday crying because I was so upset about the capstone. Juan Carlos comforted me, told me I should do what I could to go in November, but in the worst case, we could make it work to go in February. I didn't want to go in February, because I would have to pay to extend my time in the program and I would be about 7-8 months pregnant- not an ideal time for travelling and presenting...

Then, the phone rang. It was a midwife from Group Health, telling me that they found some abnormalities in the ultrasound I had had 10 days before. She said she wanted me to go to UW medical center in the next two days to get better ultrasound pictures taken so they would have some more information. She said it seemed the chest and abdomen had some slight swelling but they couldn't be sure. I was devastated. I could not get an appointment for the next two days: Thursday or Friday, though I spent most of both days on the phone between doctor's offices, trying to get in as soon as possible. The next Tuesday was the soonest they could get me in. The weekend was torturous- I tried not to worry but couldn't help myself. Every possible thought went through my head- would the baby have some lifelong health issue, a deformity, a sickness- would they be able to do anything for the baby? Was the cord wrapped around the body? Was my RH negative blood attacking the baby? What was happening? Would the baby live?

On Tuesday, my mom took me to UW. When I got in the car, she gave me a silver bracelet with footprints on it. She said if the baby kept me awake at night kicking, the bracelet was to remind me it was all worth it. I turned it to the other side: "it was then that I carried you" - from one of my favorite poems- Footprints... I started to cry. God was carrying me- what was I going to face today? When we arrived, Mom treated me to a chai tea, we talked, tried to stay calm. I'm sure both our minds were racing. They called us in- our first appt. was with the genetic counselor. She spent the better part of a half hour telling us it could be any number of things, that if it was something serious, it was unlikely the doctors would be able to do anything and taking a family history, which led her to the conclusion she still didn't know what could possibly be wrong. I went back for the ultrasound. I was excited to see my baby again. This time, if the picture was clearer, we might be able to tell if it was a boy or a girl... The sonographer, a young, pretty woman with long, black curly hair came in. When she started the ultrasound, my mom watched the pictures. I glanced at the pictures. I couldn't recognize anything... I watched the sonographer's face. She was serious and thoughtful, taking measurements diligently. I waited to hear the heartbeat. Nothing. Maybe it was on mute- maybe she hadn't checked it yet. The last time she told us when we would hear it. This lady hadn't said anything. But she was bringing up the image that had to show the heartbeat. Where was it? What was going on? She stopped, looked at me sadly and said quietly: "I can't find a heartbeat. I'm going to get a doctor to be sure. I'll bring some tissues."
All I could think was "oh my God, oh my God, this isn't happening" It was that fast- one minute I had a healthy beautiful living soul inside of me and the next... there was no heartbeat. My mom was crying, holding my hand, I broke down. The next moment I was angry- God did this. " I feel like God just wants to destroy me." I said out loud. "No, no he doesn't, Janelle. God did not do this," my mom said confidently. I said, "He could have saved the baby and He didn't." There was no way to make sense of this. No way to make it better. The doctor came in. She had to check one more time...maybe there was a mistake- I doubted it. I didn't look. No, nothing. She said she was sorry. She told me I was young and I could have more. She said it happened to her too, so she knows it is hard. I felt so alone- it happens to doctors too, I thought. For some reason, it surprised me and also comforted me, strangely, to think I wasn't the only one.

The sonographer told us there was another room where we could go to wait for the follow up appointment we had scheduled for after the ultrasound. The doctor came in to talk to us about what had happened. She explained that based on the genetic history and the information they had, the most likely cause was just a mismatch in the chromosomes. She explained chromosomes have to divide so many times, so many things can go wrong, that the real miracle is that a healthy baby is ever born. She said they could do testing on the remains. My thoughts shifted, now my baby was not living- what would happen to the baby, what would happen to me. The doctor said ultimately my body would probably release everything but to avoid more trauma, she recommended doing a D&E, where they would open my cervix and take everything out of my uterus. This would help avoid infection, be less painful and much less traumatic. It was all surreal. Instead of labor, this is what I would go through. She said she would try to make an appointment with Group Health for me, so I wouldnt have to.

A social worker came in. She said the same kinds of things other people did. I can have more. It happens to a lot of women. It takes a lot to make a healthy baby. She gave me some resources.

Group Health wouldn't let the doctor make an appointment for me. They insisted I call. We couldn't believe it. My mom called on my behalf with me in the car. First it would be a consultation. From there, they could schedule the D&E. More appointments just to make more appointments. Why would they put me through this? It seemed so uncompassionate and insensitive.

I was nervous getting home, knowing I would have to tell Juan Carlos. He knew it was bad when he saw my face. "What happened?" "We lost the baby" I answered. "The baby died?" "Yes" Shock and despair covered his face. We held each other and cried. Then came more questions, more answers, more tears.

Juan Carlos, my mom and I went to the appointment the next day. The OB Gyn explained more about the procedure. We asked if she could do it Friday so i could recover over the weekend. She said she didn't work on Fridays. It would probably not be for 1-2 weeks. I was horrified. How could I go around carrying this lifeless baby, how could I return to work still with the baby inside and then how could I take more time off? I really did not want to drag this out... my mother insisted she find a way to fit me in. Then the doctor did an examination to see if my cervix was open and how big my uterus was. It was so uncomfortable- every kind of touch felt violating. Why? Why? After the exam, she said she thought my uterus was too big for her to do the procedure. She would refer us back up to Seattle. We would need to go Thursday for a consultation and again on Friday for the procedure. At least it would all be done for the weekend.

My mom was great enough to take a ton of time off work to drive me to Seattle twice and take care of me after the procedure. I was grateful to have kind and considerate doctors and nurses up in Seattle. They made everything much easier. Friday, I was starting to feel a little more calm and peaceful.

Saturday, I talked with someone who had also had a miscarriage many many years ago. It was helpful to talk through some of the feelings and realities of the experience that it would be nearly impossible to talk about with anyone who hasn't been through it. I held myself together pretty well and felt like I was doing pretty well.

That night, though, I went to pick Juan Carlos up from a restaurant where he was with his friends and I cried all the way there. When I got out of the car and saw a friend of his coming out of the resturaunt, he came over to me and gave me a hug and I cried. It was strange seeing people I had seen nearly every weekend, but now, after everything had changed...

Sunday was hard. I woke up with my breasts feeling incredibly painful and rock hard. I called my mom. My breasts were engorged because my milk had come in. I would have to wear a sports bra, take pain medicine and ice my chest for the next week. It was so frustrating that my body didn't know what happened. My body thought I gave birth, that I would need to nurse. But I didn't have a baby to nurse and I had to force my body to stop producing milk because no one needed it. Sunday, my sister came to be with me. We talked about politics and laughed at Saturday Night Live episodes with Tina Faye pretending to be Sarah Palin. We talked about her life and my life and every once in awhile, thoughts would set in and I would cry, and she would cry and my mom would cry- we cried together. One time my sister and I were crying and my dad came in from working outside. He came over to hug me and the three of us cried together. I was devastated but felt so loved and supported at the same time. It was so good for me to mourn and for me to be with them as we mourned together.

Monday I went back to work. It was good to be distracted and to get back into the swing of things. But the next week was hard- full of emotions- first mornings were the hardest, later nights were hard. Juan Carlos started to get upset, wanting to see me better, wanting me to move on, but I couldn't and I couldn't explain to him why. When I would cry he would ask "what happened? Why are you crying?" I didn't know how to tell him it was the same reason I was crying a week ago. He didn't know how to support me or make it better. I didn't know how to be happy, especially when I just wanted to dwell in my sadness and sometimes my self-pity. Thoughts of my baby and my future came up over and over again sometimes the same things as before and sometimes different. Every time I was faced with a new challenging idea- envy, self-pity, loss of purpose, loneliness, anger, sadness for myself, sadness for my baby, fear, etc. I had to learn how to face it in a new way. I had to find new hope, new wisdom, new comfort each time until the next.

I was so grateful for my mother who was willing to listen to me all hours of the night and morning- never told me not to cry, never made it seem less than it was- she was just there with me, holding me, letting me go through the grief I had to go through. I think that's made it easier.

In the midst of some of my hardest times, I found myself writing. One morning, I went in late to work because I just couldn't pull myself together. But that morning, I started writing and I felt like God spoke to me through the words I wrote.

Why did I have to suffer through a summer of not knowing that I was pregnant or if I could get pregnant or not? Why couldn't the doctors figure out what was going on?

"Trust me, not doctors. I know what they don't."

Why would you give me a child only to take him/her away? Why would you give anyone such a short life? Why did you take my baby?

"You can have a baby and you will, but you have to realize that life is mine. It will be in my way in my time."

Without my baby I am nothing and I have nothing.

"You have to be whole yourself before you can give your whole self- you have to recognize what you have before you can appreciate what you have before you."

It hurts so much to lose my child because of all my child would have been for me- purpose, happiness. I was never alone when I carried a child inside me.

"You cannot rely on a child for purpose or company or happiness because you must rely on me for those things."

Now I have nothing to offer. I'm empty.

"Come to me as you are, in your emptiness- let me fill you."

I can't do this- it's too much grief, too much physical pain.

"Let me be your strength when you feel you can't make it through the next hour, when your chest aches, when you can't understand."

What will others think of me? Will they judge me? Will they think I did something wrong?

"Don't worry about others."

Why do you give children to others and not to us? Why do so many women have healthy babies but not me?

"Don't be envious because I am generous."

I'm not strong enough to face this. You made me. You know. You know you did not make me a strong person.

"You are my child- I see you, I hear you, I know you. I know your strengths, your beauty and weaknesses and temptations."

What now, Lord?

"Be patient. You do not know the plans I have for you...."

In the midst of all this, I have tried to find a way to be thankful. The following story is from a book called, "Empty Arms" that my mom bought for me. The thoughts of this woman made me cry.

"I am so thankful to God for my special baby, even though he only lived eleven weeks after conception. Miscarriage was his return call by Jesus. I'll never be tempted to question the goodness of God in giving us a baby we never held. How could anyone be less than bursting with parental pride over a baby who brings you this much joy and expectation? I can't!

When I made the announcement to Michael that our baby was coming he laughed first, then cried, and ended up doing both at the same time. No other news on earth could have brought on this response, and the scene was repeated with grandparents. My baby's life was not long enough to have any pictures to carry in my billfold, but was long enough to fill my heart with wonderful memories.

I was never hurt by my child's rebellion, was never embarrassed by my child's action, and I never had to discipline him. This was my child who brought me only joy all the days of his life. Thank you God, for that kind of child; it was a gift only you could give."

So, I too, thank you God for the gift of our child, for hope that lives on, for the good that only you can bring out of such a painful, difficult loss. I am left without plans, without direction, hurled back into a place of all-encompassing vulnerability, not knowing the way or the destination, left to be open once again to your will, so I pray that during this time, you hold me and you carry me- that you take me, your child, where you need me here on earth, until you hold me, as I hold my baby one day in heaven.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Alone Time

Well, Juan Carlos took off for Reno, NV this weekend to help a friend out and so I have some down time without him for the first time since we got married. I've had a lot on my mind lately and it feels like this little twist in plans is finally giving me a chance to slow down and reflect a bit. Because of our financial troubles, I've taken up a second job, teaching Tuesday and Thursday evenings in Lakewood to try to earn a little more income. But between wrapping up the semester at Saint Martin's, grading papers, planning classes for Pierce, and spending weekends with Juan Carlos going out, time has flown by and I have barely had a chance to relax and refocus my life.
As we look toward the future, we face a lot of unknowns, which is always the case to some extent I guess, but even moreso now. Going to Mexico the way we were hoping may not be a possibility anymore and even if it is, it may require a much bigger sacrifice than we had originally counted on. The plans we made for ourselves were again thrown up in the air, but strangely, I do have a sense of peace about all of this, because I know in the midst of uncertainty we're forced to focus our lives back on God and ask again, "What do you want of us, Lord?" We're vulnerable, dependent and uncertain, full of hope, full of dreams and without a clear direction- right where God wants us...

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Trials

Well, it's been awhile. Cooking and cleaning have gotten easier and Juan Carlos and I are really settling into married life, though we've also faced another huge trial in our lives. We have been planning to go to Mexico in December of 2008 for quite awhile, since before we got married. JC has been saying he wanted to go nomatter what happened with the law because we want to be able to go and have fun and really enjoy ourselves, just us, like the honeymoon we never really had and be able to feel good about coming back and waiting out the law for several years to see what will happen. We have to "get it out of our system" if you will. JC has some relatives that may not be around much longer and I would love a chance to meet his family. We've really been looking forward to this. Meanwhile, we have been saving. We have to save for the expenses of the trip, as well as a truck to drive down there. It has always been Juan Carlos's dream to return to Mexico in a beautiful truck. He remembers seeing "northerners" come back when he was younger and thinking someday he was going to make it too. He was going to get out of poverty and achieve the "American Dream." It's hard for me to understand- I don't tend to want to put importance on material things, likely because I've never been poor. But this going to Mexico in a beautiful truck dream is all he wants in the world right now.

Well, we ended up finding this great deal for a truck for sale online. It really seemed too good to be true, but we figured people sell their cars for under their value for a thousand different reasons. Just before, JC's cousin even gave his car away cause he didn't have somewhere to keep it. It sounded like this guy was going through a rough time and needed the money more than the car. We were more than happy to take him up on a good deal. We planned a time to meet in between JC's two jobs and my work schedule. We met him half way between Lacey and Tacoma, where he said he lived- at a restaurant in Lakewood. We test drove the truck, checked it out, everything looked great. We gave him the money, he gave us the paperwork and we were good to go!

Only later, when we went to get the title transferred to our names, did the problems begin. The title had a hold on it- an ownership dispute. They told us to go get our money back. We explained it was an individual. If he didn't have a right to sell us the car, then we were in trouble. They said too bad. We tried doing more investigating. According to police, everything seemed to be in line- the names were right. The VIN wasn't stolen. No one could figure out why there was a hold on it. Soon, we got the name of an investigator, who explained the car had been totalled in Oregon several years ago and the owners now lived in AZ. When he asked me for a description of Billy, the black guy who supposedly sold us the car, he explained the real "Billy" was actually a 65 year old woman. This guy was a fake. So, who did the car really belong to? Again, no one reported the VIN as stolen so we might be able to get it titled in our names after all.

We were asked to take it in for an inspection at the VIN number inspection lane in Tacoma. I continued to worry. Juan Carlos proceeded to enjoy the truck and get pretty attached. All of his family came over to see it- everyone raved about how beautiful it was, what a good deal it was, etc. Then, on my birthday, we took it in for the inspection. We sat together and prayed in a hallway between the offices and the garage where they had us leave the car for over an hour before anyone said anything to us. They all just walked by- back and forth like we weren't there. I had chills from nervousness.

Finally, a detective walked by and casually said, "so you know this car is stolen right?" I looked up at him with big eyes, hoping he wasn't serious. "No, no, we didn't know that. No one has told us anything." "Oh yeah, well it is stolen. It was stolen from a dealership. The person who took it must have switched the VIN number out and replaced it with another one." We were in shock. "So, what does that mean? What happens now?" "Well, the car is going to stay with us. You'll have to find another ride home. Do you have someone you can call? You can call now but we'll need to get some statements before you go." All I could think was this can't be happening, this can't be happening- it was a nightmare. Everyone at the office shuffled around with no sense of urgency, no apparent concern for the fact that we had just lost all our savings, all our dreams wrapped up in that beautiful truck that we would never ride in to go to a rodeo, never cross the border in, never sleep in on the long road trip to Mexico- there it was- one second the world was ours- the next- it was gone. Just a moment, just one stupid purchase, one decision we could never take back....

Why do people do these things? I've always imagined when people talk about justice and God's justice that before God ever lets anyone into heaven that they have to feel the hurt, the pain, the worry, the suffering that their actions inflicted on others because if they were forced to face it, that would be like hell. It seems like the only real justice sometimes. I wondered in that moment, "will this guy ever know the pain and the hurt he has caused us, all for a lousy chance to make some quick cash?" We worked years for that money, we saved and we sacrificed for that money. And he would just steal it away. He would take our faith, our trust in his good intentions, in his honesty and break it into a thousand pieces and walk away.

The dealer was insured and already got paid off.... The insurance company will get their truck back to sell to the highest bidder to make a profit.... and Juan Carlos and I will start again. We'll pick up the broken pieces and try to put them back together. We'll pray for endurance, for grace, for continued blessing. We'll be thankful we can still work and that we can still dream. We will forgive and we will move on because in the face of trials like these, what else can any of us really do?