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The Saint of Lost Causes

3/18/2014

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By the time my 10-day follow up appointment rolled around I knew everything would be okay. I knew that if the baby grew from point A to point B there was no reason it wouldn’t continue on to point C. That was logical and scientific and solid. I was sickeningly nervous of course, but still hopeful. While I sat in the lobby awaiting Chris who was coming from work to meet me, a little 4 year old girl belted Phil Collins' “You’ll Be in My Heart” and I took it to mean the cosmos was smiling down on my soon-to-be good fortune. I entered the ultrasound room like the professional I had become over the last two and a half weeks. I knew the drill. I changed and hopped on the table and laid back. I watched the screen ready to see my baby who I was told at this point would be the size of a big old green olive or maybe a blueberry if the little one happened to be a couple weeks behind. Looking back, I remember that, unlike the last two times, the monitor was placed in an awkward position that I had to crane my head up and back to see over my left shoulder. Later I wondered if that was the first ever-so-slight crack in the universe before the bottom fell out.

I watched the screen and felt the entire earth give way and rock under me as it became increasingly clear that the ultrasound tech was not seeing anything. I began furiously praying to St. Jude as my mom had told me she did at my last ultrasound. Although raised half Jewish and half Episcopalian, I don't particularly identify with my Christian half or with organized religion at all for that matter, but this seemed like a moment where the Saint of Lost Causes might forgive me for that and give me just one little miracle for being a good person. The tech searched around for a bit longer and then stoically said she was going to go show the doctor the images. 

The guarded, slow motion way in which this was unfolding was scarier than any suspenseful horror film ever written. Chris stood up and put his arm around me and his lips on the top of my head, but I could not feel a thing. The doctor walked in. She must have been no older than Chris I observed offhandedly with some extra part of my brain that wasn’t preemptively screaming and sobbing. This is where the entire moment was put on pause and I had an utterly out-of-body experience. 

As a therapist in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, I had been on the other side of countless numbers of these conversations. The Out-of-Body Version of Me looked down from my perch on the ceiling and thought “Huh! That’s interesting, this is what it is to be the patient about to get bad news”. All those years of empathizing and putting myself as an ally and advocate for the bad news recipients had made me acutely aware of everything happening in the moment. First I noticed the way the ultrasound tech stood in the background and would not make eye contact with me. Later maybe she would say to her husband “Oh I had such a sad case today” or maybe she would just compartmentalize and never think of me as a human being again because medical people can be shockingly good at that. I noticed the way the doctor made a point to sit and get at eye level with me like someone had told her to do in some “patient centered care” seminar once. I watched the hitched breath she took before speaking that revealed she would rather be anywhere else than doing this right now. Then as if on command all the fractured versions of me -- the one perched on the ceiling, the dissociated one in the fetal position in the corner, the one already weeping her heart out-- rushed back into the version of me sitting on the hard examination table and I heard the doctor say there was no more heartbeat and that the pregnancy would no longer be considered viable. Chris asked if they would be doing another another ultrasound to confirm and they said no. No they would not. 

It’s strange to find yourself inside the exact moment you spent weeks not allowing yourself to look at as a possibility. I felt about a million happy possibilities and expectations for how my day, month, year was going to go evaporate into thin air. I have no memory of getting home and into pajamas and under the covers. I have one brief flash of recollection that as we passed over the Brooklyn Bridge the water looked more gray than I had ever seen it. The rest of the day was a cruel repetitious cycle of all my closest friends and family texting or calling to ask how my ultrasound went. Each time I explained it I would relive the moment so fully that it actually knocked the breath out of me. I turned off my phone and sobbed like a wounded animal while Chris cradled me in his arms and eventually I gave in to the salve of numbness. This may have been the first day of my life where a happily ever after seemed entirely out of reach.
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Janine Elkin
3/18/2014 01:08:33 am

Once again, I was in tears as I read your reliving of such a devastating and surreal moment in your life. I am so proud of you as you continue EverForward !! You are able to out into words what so many have struggled through in silence...

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andrea leong link
3/20/2014 02:05:38 am

darling becca - your ability to articulate your feelings is so moving that I can feel the vice grip of pain around your heart. You flooded me with all the feelings I felt when I lost my 1st baby in the delivery room and that sense of panic when the nurse said "The heartbeat is slow. That probably means it's a boy". I was devastated, but tried again and had a beautiful, spirited little girl. You know her as Sally! Don't give up love. You & Chris are destined to be great parents!

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Lara
3/20/2014 02:09:19 am

I totally empathise with this, having also been 'there' numerous times now.
Heartbreaking.
I`m so sorry.
.x.

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Becca, The Ever Forward Blog link
5/1/2014 04:49:38 am

Hi Lara, Sorry for the delay in response but just wanted to thank you for reading and commenting. The fact that you took the time to reach out meant a lot to me. I'm so sorry to hear you've been down this road as well. Sending all the best to you!

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Judie Putt
3/21/2014 04:06:44 am

Dearest, Sweet Becca, my heart goes out to you and Chris. I don't even know the words to say to provide any comfort to you. Except that your love for each other will provide what is needed to move forward. God works in strange ways that we can't understand. I hope you know He has something wonderful in mind for you in your future! You are special and strong and will, someday, be the most wonderful Mom ever!!! Until that happens know you are so very deeply loved by us all!

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Lauren
3/21/2014 07:18:10 am

Hi, I don't know you. An acquaintance of mine shared your blog with a group we're both in. I'm so sorry for your loss. Miscarriages are parenthood's best kept secret- they are so common. And they're such a shitty garden to have to tend. I lost my first pregnancy at about 8/9 weeks. It was fairly awful and traumatizing. They always are. And the situation was made worse by having crappy doctors that never took those patient centered care seminars. I thank you for sharing your experience. And hope you know that you're not alone.

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Becca, The Ever Forward Blog link
5/1/2014 04:51:23 am

Hi Lauren, Sorry for the delay, but just wanted to say thank you for reading and especially for taking the time to comment. It really means a great deal to me! Thank you for sharing your experience. It is so healing for those of us who have been down this wretched road to connect! All the very best to you!

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Xavier
3/23/2014 12:45:52 am

I just want to send my love to you in this very difficult time. You're beautiful inside and out and I believe God has a plan for you and your family. Just know you are in my heart and my prayers. Stay strong my beautiful Becca. ♡♥

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