"This photo was taken one year ago on this day. It was the end of our Ocean Shores getaway where we celebrated the news that I was pregnant. My heart really was so full, and I thought this fortune was perfect given the circumstances. There was so much to look forward to and smile about. I don't think either of us had ever been so giddy before. Our drive home was spent talking about what the gender might be, names we loved, school districts, and all the things we had previously only been able to discuss in our dreams.
Our entire world came crashing down on us that night we came home, when we discovered I was at the beginning of a miscarriage. The end of our blissful, celebratory getaway led us into the darkest week of our whole lives. These next 7 days were filled with more emotional and physical pain than I still have ever felt today. My life was spent solely between the bedroom and bathroom. We were so heartbroken, angry, confused, and ashamed. I was in the deepest black hole of sadness I had ever experienced and I had no foreseeable hope in getting out of it.
Miscarriage is a sore subject. It's not something most women talk about or admit to, and there is definitely a strong stigma attached to it. If I've learned anything, it's that women are stronger because of it, and they should feel empowered by what they have overcome. I hope this touches anyone out there who has gone through such hardship, and that you realize you aren't alone in your feelings and experiences. There are more of us out there than you'd think. Share your strength with the world. It is the people who have been through the most, that have the most to give.
Time can help heal trauma and tragedy, but I believe it's important that we don't forget to acknowledge the hurdles that we have overcome, regardless of the specific situation. We don't have to live in the past or dwell on the pain, but instead, recognize who we are today because of it and respect all that time has done for us, and how it has made us grow.
One year ago on this day I would have never guessed I'd be where I am now, or that I would ever have the courage to speak out about it. Well, here we are, in the final week of what has been the most beautiful and rewarding pregnancy journey, awaiting the day we get to meet our son. I am too happy to be ashamed of the past. Is it irony that our due date falls on this very week? Coincidence? Fate? The universe has found a way of teaching me that strength and perseverance can truly transform your darkest moments into the happiest ones if you allow yourself to grow through them.
As I type this, I can feel our baby kicking and rolling all around in my belly. I think he's trying to tell me he's ready to meet us, and that from now on, this week, every year, will be replaced with the happiest memories. Most importantly, he is our living, beating, squirming proof that the sun will continue shining after the rain.
We cannot wait to meet you, baby Waldron!" - CW
I've known Carly now for 5 years. I've watched her grow her family in fur babies, get engaged, married, experience loss, and carry a pregnancy full term. I am so excited to meet this little one earthside and see this all come full circle.
Carly, I thank you for your friendship, and most importantly your trust throughout all of your story. Love, Your Midwife Tiffany