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It seems that as soon and I get the bandage in place over my broken heart and start to feel like I’m on my way to recovery, that bandage is so quickly ripped off and without it’s support my heart breaks right in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I feel content with the fact that I’ll never know “why”, it seems like I have another pondering question for God that I can’t get an answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I’ve finally regained my sanity, I lose it the moment I hear a baby cry or see a baby sleep and just like that the tears start to roll and it’s as if I could drowned in my own tears and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be a mother? Will ever make Matt and father? Will I ever really feel like a women who can carry another human life? These are all just more question that haven’t been answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve drifted from church and my faith far before I staring losing baby after baby. But now I’m to the point where I feel like if I don’t have God, what do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a poem that I’d like to share, and if you’ve ever been through a loss or if trying to conceive is harder than you thought it would be, I know where you’re coming from and I know that hearing someone tell you to relax and wait isn’t easy. But I hope you can open your heart and although at times it isn’t easy, I pray that you can have faith that there is someone looking over you who knew you before you were born and who knows what is to come. And although I’ve struggled and I continue to, I pray that in the midst of all the tears, testing, planning and trying that you take a moment and find peace with the fact that we have today, and today we can be loving, today we can be uplifting, today we can be that friend to someone who needs us. And today we can listen for God and if he tells us to have faith and wait, I pray we can hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried:&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, Patiently, lovingly, God replied. &lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,&lt;br /&gt;and the Master so gently said, "wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers. I need to know why!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future and all to which I relate&lt;br /&gt;hangs in the balance and you tell me to wait?&lt;br /&gt;I’m needing a yes, a go ahead, a sign&lt;br /&gt;or even a no to which I’ll resign&lt;br /&gt;You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe we need but to ask and we shall receive&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I've been asking and this is my cry: I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate as my Master replied again, “wait.”&lt;br /&gt;So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, and grumbled to God "so I’m waiting.... for what?"&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and his eyes met with mine...&lt;br /&gt;and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give all you seek and pleased you would be,&lt;br /&gt;You'd have what you want but you wouldn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;You would not know the joy of resting in me, when darkness and silence are all you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience the fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;when peace of my spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;The glow of my comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;the faith that I give when you walk without sight.&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask&lt;br /&gt;from and infinite God who makes what you have last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know should you pain quickly flee&lt;br /&gt;what it means that my grace is sufficient for thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be silent, my child and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.&lt;br /&gt;and though often my answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;my most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4430731297968913191-310054186148487547?l=nowttc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To have a baby I can actually hold in my arms and not just in my heart seems impossible right now, its like telling a blind man that someday he will see. It seems unattainable, far off and like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will love you and be honest with you about life, love and faith and their importance. I can guarantee you that at some point you will question them all and doubt their existence and importance and I can guarantee that because I’m doubting them right now.  I question why I was given life. I question why our first two babies were denied life. I question if I loved them enough, if I would have loved them more would they be here. I question God, is he even real? And to be honest, I don’t know the answer to any of those questions. But if you’re really here, in my arms then I’ll know without a doubt that through love and faith there can be life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Daddy and I have prayed for you and prayed that one day you would find your way from heaven to our home. We’ve pray that we get to be your parents and share with you the love we’ve been shown from our parents.  I‘ve cried for hours, but none of that will ever come close to showing you how much my heart has broken, just to have you here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that life isn’t a fairytale, but we will raise you to treat everyone, including yourself, like royalty. With respect and dignity. Please know that we won’t always be your favorite people, but punishing you when you act out will be just as hard on us as you think it is on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest struggle will be to let go from a hug, to not squeeze you too tight, to not kiss you until your cheeks are red, and to one day let you go to school and someday move out and have a family of your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that no boy or girl ever breaks your heart, I pray that all your dreams come true, but most of all I pray that you never lose a child before you even get a chance to hold them. I pray that you know how much we love you and how hard it was to push through the pain and keep trying for a baby that would stick with us forever and not just a few weeks or months. I pray you know that you were made with love and carried with fear, concern, doubt but mostly hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn’t been easy, but once I’m holding you in my arms, it will have been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4430731297968913191-4593708968981427561?l=nowttc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VOj9tS3NPH1MeQbiNkvvyAvZcoc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VOj9tS3NPH1MeQbiNkvvyAvZcoc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PrincessAndThesweetPea/~4/YrA5Vo3DrnI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nowttc.blogspot.com/feeds/4593708968981427561/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nowttc.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-baby-m.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4430731297968913191/posts/default/4593708968981427561?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4430731297968913191/posts/default/4593708968981427561?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PrincessAndThesweetPea/~3/YrA5Vo3DrnI/dear-baby-m.html" title="A Letter For The Future" /><author><name>Mrs. McCauley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501191424611977144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8MxaAdhJQ4k/S4GuJp_dPyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/qP1XeaSIhTk/S220/IMG_1924.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nowttc.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-baby-m.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04GRXY4fip7ImA9WxFRE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4430731297968913191.post-2221181007295775958</id><published>2010-04-26T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:52:04.836-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-26T16:52:04.836-07:00</app:edited><title>Go Fish</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MxaAdhJQ4k/S9YlZFrXddI/AAAAAAAAAuM/U-woTgM-6Go/s1600/z122608246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8MxaAdhJQ4k/S9YlZFrXddI/AAAAAAAAAuM/U-woTgM-6Go/s320/z122608246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464596310811702738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a 20 pack of ovulation test over the weekend and they've been sitting in our bedroom staring at me, positioned perfectly so they are the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like they are just left over from our "trying" days when we would anxiously await ovulation so we could try to get pregnant. But I'm pretty sure I got pregnant and that I should have no need for these test. But then the door bell rings, and I call out "Whose there?!" well it's no one other then Mr. Reality-Check! Then I quickly realize those test are not leftovers, they are not a memory from when we used to TTC. They are our test to be used this cycle when we TTC again, because I'm not pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think by now it wouldn't come as such a shock to me that I'm not pregnant anymore, but every day it stuns me as if it was just yesterday that I was taking my 9 week belly shot. And here I am, not pregnant, not happy about another month of peeing on sticks, but completely grateful for the love I have and receive from my husband and family. I am right back where we started. Two years and two miscarriages later, we are back to trying to conceive. Who would have thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a game of Go Fish, you just gotta keep playing until you get a match. Fish fish got my wish, then taken away for me in a swish, start the game over with a kiss, trying to conceive, what a risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4430731297968913191-2221181007295775958?l=nowttc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why can’t I just rewind? I feel guilty for not being able to protect either of the babies I’ve lost in the last three months, I feel ashamed that we told our whole family just to “untell them” three days later. Mainly I feel like a failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even begin to count how many times in the last three months I’ve heard “it’s not your fault.” But if it’s not my fault, whose is it? I know it happens, I know its apart of life, but really, really God this had to happen to us again? I feel like this last week I’ve tried to retrace my steps from the last 22 years of my life - because I can’t figure out when I did someone so wrong that karma is coming back on me so hard right now. My mind is blank, I know I haven’t been a saint, but what did I do in my life that was so horrible that I deserved this to happen twice now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that part of the process of grieving a loss pregnancy is guilt and blame. And I know I must just be working through that, but I have so many questions that there are just no answers to. Why us? Why again? Will this happen again? Can we ever have a baby? No one knows the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just rewind to Wednesday night when we told our family, I wish I could take it back. No I’m avoiding all family as if they have the plague, I don’t take their calls, I don’t write them back and I’m refusing to see them. I just can’t face them, the shame of doing this twice now is too much to bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this pregnancy was going to be the real deal, I had no cramping, nothing out of the ordinary - not until Saturday at least, that’s when I start with some brown spotting. I tried not to worry, I put my feet up to take it easy and then before I knew it, it was bright red and we were headed for the emergency room, were we sat from 5pm until 11:45pm where I just about ripped out my own IV because I had to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the ER wouldn’t be fast, but they started by taking my blood and were done with that by 5:10pm and then from then we waited until 11:15pm for them to continuously call the on-call ultrasound tech who just never answered. But finally then someone showed up, I had my ultrasound and they told me there was no heartbeat and that we’d need to wait another hour for the Dr to come and talk with me. That’s when I lost it, what could the Dr possibly have to say to me that could be worth sticking around for?! Well let me tell you, as I’m breaking down in tears and Hubby was trying to get a nurse to come take my IV out (which they all refused because they weren’t the one assigned to my room and my nurse was busy on her blackberry texting) the Dr. finally showed up at 11:45 when he heard that I wasn’t going to stay and he said to me as I’m already crying “I just wanted to let you know that before you go, that there is some somewhat bad news… the radiologist states it’s a fetal demise. I see you’re leaving, have a good night.” Seriously?! Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m going through the physical pain of a natural miscarriage. With my first miscarriage there was no pain like there is now. The amount of tissue and blood I am passing has brought me to tears many times now. I don’t think I have the strength to go through this ever again or to put myself in a situation where I have the potential and possibility to go through this again. My ute is closed for business, we shutting the doors, everything must go, we’re closing up never to open again. At least that’s how I feel for now. But oh what I would give to be able to rewind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4430731297968913191-7102550185096063693?l=nowttc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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