07/24/2022
From baby Anderson's sweet mama:
"At your advanced maternal age, the chance of a miscarriage is 33%.” The doctor said this as a logical way of explaining the baby that was no longer growing inside of me. I was 39. Healthy. And had no previous pregnancy issues. I was floored.
Most women don’t really hear about miscarriages until they join the miscarriage club. Then we are told our percentages, as if those numbers numbed the pain of the medical diagnosis. Pregnancy is in a way very unique. When you’re trying to have a baby, as I was, once you find out you’re late, emotions run high. You may have to wait a few days or a few weeks, but eventually you find out if all your superstitious efforts paid off. Eating certain fruits or food combinations, trying to reduce stress, increasing happiness, getting acupuncture. Once you find out you’re positive, you immediately start to dream of your baby’s future. You might give the nugget a nickname, a real name, or dream of a future career. You might even start registries or telling family. All this is before your gynecology appointment because those can take weeks.
With Anderson, I couldn’t get in to see the doctor until I was 10 weeks. Those 10 weeks were forever because before him, I had miscarried. All I could think about for weeks was whether or not this was another 33% incident. Would I have a baby or another operation?
We are happy and blessed to bring this baby into this world. At the same time, I know so many other moms have struggled. So many others have been in that hospital room with the gown on and unsure of if they will ever try again. I have my rainbow baby, and I hope this message gives you hope that when you’re ready, it’s okay to want to have one too ❤️🧡💛💚💙
