First, let me give you some background, and I promise I have a point, just stick with me:
Five years ago I experienced a miscarriage. My first. I am not positive, but I do believe it wasn't my only based on another strange menstrual cycle, but this particular miscarriage was confirmed and a bit late in the game. Caleb was close to 2 years old and Justin and I had decided to try to conceive another baby since I had finished my Teacher Certification. We got preggers fairly easily (as it seems we do, but that is for another posting on the blessings of excellent birth control), but I just knew the pregnancy wasn't "right." I felt pregnant, and all the normal stuff, but I just "knew." I had even jokingly said so to Justin before our first appointment (joking only in a way that I was actually trying to be wrong and protect my heart.).
My appointment was set for about 9 and half weeks into my cycle. So we for sure should have seen a developing baby. Within moments of an ultrasound it was obvious we were no longer pregnant with a viable embryo, a baby. It was a bit surreal as I
knew this was the case, and in a way I felt prepared. I had had friends share their own recent miscarriages so I knew it was common for child-bearing woman to have a miscarriage, sometimes several throughout their childbearing years.
I was sent home with pamphlets on miscarriage support and scheduled for a D&C. It seems my body loves to be pregnant, and thus does not like to
not be pregnant as it was obvious the baby had not developed for several weeks. My body still trudged on in pregnant mode. All my deliveries were similar in that I needed a push to get my body to give up its precious cargo.
So it came as a shock to me, and perhaps Justin, how hard the whole experience hit me while getting prepped for my D&C. Not only had a lost a baby that we very much wanted, but that I was about to go through a procedure to erase the whole matter from my body. In the exact same way as an abortion. The experience was so huge and confusing and overwhelming being alone (as Justin was told to wait in a waiting room) with a semi-sympathetic nurse and an IV. Waiting. Missing. Wondering, "what-if?" I actually wanted to run out of there and just see if they were wrong. Maybe my baby was just under-developed. maybe, maybe, maybe...
I felt very young, very inexperienced, and very out-of-control. There is nothing like losing a pregnancy to make you realize how out-of-control your life really is.
By the time I was prepped and on the table being administered drugs for my "Twilight Sleep" I was sobbing. To this day I get teary remembering that moment. I never got a chance to even know the little person, and they are already gone. The doctor doing the procedure was amazingly empathic and kind. He held my hand and gazed into my eyes as he gave me words of comfort. I cannot recall those words, as I was rapidly slipping into a dream world, but I remember apologizing for my sobbing and then blackness.
(Later, I was able to recall his name and actually switched to his care for my third pregnancy (Joshua) and was so comfortable with him that I used the word "clitoris" during my birth. But I screamed it, and perhaps, if you are lucky, I will share that story with you someday.)
Here he is, my kindly savior, on more than one occasion.
After the D&C I was left a bit adrift. Logically I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, but I felt... well a bit guilty. After all, I had joked about there "not being a baby" and it all being imaginary and then to be told in fact there wasn't a baby made me a bit paranoid. Was it self-fulfilling prophecy? Well, it kinda left me confused. Lonely. So what does one do when you are lonely and confused? You "Google" whatever it is that is making you sad and lonely. To which we all know happens millions a times a minute on the Internet. (Hello, Porn industry!) But in this case I found, in a roundabout way, a circle of women with a similar story to mine. A pregnancy lost. Some confusion. And the need to move forward.
And here's where I get to the point ( As I sure many of you are praising the Lord for, or whomever you praise: Buddha, Allah, your kid for not messing their pants today...):
I met some wonderful ladies on a "Mommy Board" and we somehow have stuck together. We have journeyed together through several message boards that have come and gone, and endured several high-drama moments that only women with lack of sleep, too many child-rearing books, and a poochy tummy can create.
It is an amazing gift, the Internet, to bring together people from across the country, even the world to share in experiences universal to all: Motherhood. We may not always agree on how we raise our children, but we share in this path, this need to nurture, to develop, to gain.... ourselves. And we do that through the adventures of being a woman first, and mothers second.
I have been there to grieve their lost babies, support their triumphant positive pregnancy test (both planned and surprised). I have witnessed the miracle of a mother's fight to save her child at any cost, only to carry them through with words of comfort and sorrow when their child passes away. I have walked in their babies' honor, raising over $500 for the
March of Dimes. I have seen the miracle of babies born to women yearning for the opportunity to be a mother and when blessed with that chance after years of painful infertility seen them become some of the most amazing mothers.
I have shared my own pains of motherhood, my own frustrations, and my successes. I have three of them, you know.
So it is a very surreal and exciting moment to get to actually meet one of these women face-to face. Before, there is that distinction of a "virtual friend" versus a "reality friend," but when you get the opportunity to meet in person that all disappears. I got that opportunity in May 2009 when I was to meet not one, not two, but THREE of these women at the Denver Zoo.
Here's where I may need to draw you a Vin Diagram, so pay attention, class!
I knew Dana originally, and Dana has a sister named Melissa who lived in Denver. Dana also knew Bree from the mommy board who lived in Denver. She then suggested we all meet at the Denver Zoo.
Thus, in May, 2009 Dana and her family, Bree and her daughter and I met up at the Denver Zoo. At the last day Melissa was unable to make it to the zoo in time.
All the kids got along wonderfully together. Caleb (who still occasionally asks for a little sister and I have to run away in fear at the very thought of another pregnancy) adored Kaylie, so much so, that he even shared his ice cream with her! {swoon}
Bree (left), Dana Middle, Me (right) and our many small children.
And just last week, I finally got to meet with Melissa, Dana's sister as she recently moved up to my neck of the woods. We had a great time letting the kids run around at the local mall.
After such meetings, when I sit back and think over the years of how I have come to know my online friends, that I marvel at today's technology which has allowed strangers, living in completely different cities, states, even countries, to come together to be friends. We support each other, laugh together at life's antics, and heal each other when we are lost and lonely. Many times sharing our deepest secrets and fears because we have no judgements, no expectations. Only support. Only experience and wisdom. And sometimes just plain silliness.
I am so intertwined with their lives from afar I need my "Friendship Genealogy Map" to explain who is who to my husband (who often just nods and drools in response to my "mommy board stories"). But I love the connection. One day we will be grandmas together. Perhaps even retired together. Then, it will be the sweetest song of friendship, eternal. On the Internet.
Which brings to mind the lyrics from one of my favorite flicks, Napoleon Dynamite
We met in a chat room
Now our love can fully bloom
Sure, the World Wide Web is great
But you, you make me 'salvivate'
Yes, I love technology
But not as much as you, you see
But I still love technology
Always and forever
Except for the weird drooling and the overly done affections of love, I think this pretty much sums it up for me.