Agust 5, 2016
Your Daddy went back to work today. I missed him so much even though it was not a whole day. I did OKAY. I woke up, I took care of Mowgli and I even took my medicine. TI took me 4 hours, but I eventually ate my breakfast (and lunch). I didn’t feel like doing anything, so I watched TV. I never realized how many TV episodes have pregnancy, birth or baby loss in them. One episode featured the birth of twins. I thought I was fine. I thought that if I could watch, I’d get closer to being able to go places. When the babies gave their first cries, I totally lost it. I knew I was missing out on cuddling you, nurturing and loving you. I didn’t realize how much it hurt that you were silent and still when you were born nearly 3 weeks ago. I guess it didn’t hit me because I was so out of it that night. I don’t even remember what it felt like to push. I just remember how you felt coming out (it was nothing compared to the contractions, though). We were robbed of that happy moment when the baby finally comes out and cries. At least it was peaceful, I suppose.
Your grandpa reached out to CHOP to help us find the best medical care for the future. We ended up speaking to one of their doctors. She was nice as can be. She can’t treat me, but she can help get us the right team. She already had someone in mind for us to contact. She basically confirmed my suspicion that you and I didn’t have sufficient medical care. I am so sorry I did not realize it sooner. She did, however, put some hope back in Daddy’s and my life. She said we CAN try again. She also suggested that trying could commence at 4 months instead of the 6-12 months we heard previously. It would still be risky. Now that I have had HELLP Syndrome, there is a 1 in 4 chance it will happen again and it would likely happen earlier. BUT if it happens, they would catch it sooner. Things didn’t have to end that way and, hopefully, they never will again. Mommy couldn’t bear it.
I am so broken over losing you, but now I have a spot of hope on the distant horizon. I have to get healthy, to eat well and to exercise. It’s what I know you would want and what must happen for the sake of your future sibling. I will still count the days and weeks from your birth, still count down the days until your due date, until we could have taken you home. But now I can also count the days until we can try again. To be fair, “trying again” seems wrong. We succeeded, the first time. We made a wonderfully beautiful miracle named Isaac. Nothing can ever change that.
Love you to pieces,