By Beck
I originally posted this back at my original, now defunct blog, and it’s always been one of my favorites. While I was reading through an old diary this week, I realized with a jolt that the events in this post happened very close to this time seven years ago , and so I thought I’d post it again, as a reminder to myself to always, always know how deeply blessed I am to have my beautiful, beloved son.
Back in 2001, I was five months pregnant with my second child. The pregnancy had been uneventful, except for severe morning sickness that had just faded. One morning, I was sleeping in bed with my then-2 year old daughter, and she innocently gave me a sharp kick in the stomach as she slept. I immediately knew that something was wrong, stood up – and began bleeding heavily.
At the hosptial, my worst fears were confirmed – they could not detect the baby’s heartbeat. The doctor and nurses at the hospital were very sympathetic – all of them were women, and nearly all of them had lost a pregnancy. The ultrasound tech at our small rural hospital had gone home sick, so they scheduled an ultrasound for the next morning in a town an hour away, and booked the next, terrible appointment after it. I was in a bleak, fathoms deep despair – this baby who had been so loved, so wanted, was gone.
The next morning, my mother, husband and toddler waited in the lobby while I went into the dark ultrasound room. I lay with my face to the wall, not wanting to see the sad, sad image, while the gentle, middle-aged technician quietly went about her work.
Suddenly, she made a sharp intake of breath. “What did they say had happened?” she asked.
My baby had died, I said.
Look at the monitor, she said, her voice joyous. And I turned my head and saw my healthy, living baby moving gently, his heart beating. It was the single most radiantly happy moment of my whole life.
On the way home, my husband suddenly stopped the car, ran into a gift shop, and came out with a blue glass heart, which has hung ever since in my window. Many things may happen to me in my life, but everytime I look at that heart, I think about this undeserved grace, the blessing of that child.
(This seems sort of anti-climactic to post, but this is what had happened: I had severe undiagnosed placenta previa, and the placenta was positioned just in the right spot to prevent his heartbeat from being heard at that point. I often have thanked God for that experience, since it scared me enough to make me accept fully the need for total bedrest for the rest of the pregnancy, and my son was born hale and hearty that winter.)
Beck blogs at Frog And Toad Are Still Friends.
What a beautiful story and blessing. ((hugs))
I love the glass and the happy ending! Thanks for sharing.
Oh my, praise the Lord! He is so good to us!
You have me in tears …
Gosh. And I worry without any bleeding or anything. And how thankful I am that I live within 15-30 minutes of four or five hospitals (one of the only benefits to a large metro area). I don’t know how you got any sleep in that day or so before the ultrasound. Good GRIEF!
Beck, I remember this story from long ago. And I can’t imagine- as ugly as the time you had to go through, this is beautiful.
Steph
Aww Beck, you made of cry. Of course it doesn’t take much these days….
what a scary experience, beck. that is such a beautiful heart.
Oh my goodness, I couldn’t imagine. What a blessing. Thanks for sharing.
You brought tears to my eyes. And how sweet of your husband to buy the heart!
oh, beck. I totally just cried. how is it that you can take us with you on a journey so personal, yet it seems like we were right there?
apparently, you have been painting masterpieces with words for a long time~thanks for resurrecting this post for those of us that had our head in the sand back when you first began blogging so we can enjoy them now.
Wow. I can’t imagine the emotions you must have felt- the sorrow, and then the joy. I’m so glad your son is okay. 🙂
I love stories with a happy ending. Your love for your son shines just as beautifully as the blue heart.
(By the way, I also love a story with a scientific explanation. Because I’m a nosy person who always wonders. Science Above All, that’s the new motto, right?)
I remember this post from the first time I read it Beck. It’s just as stirring and emotional to me now as it was then. I’m so glad for your hale and hearty boy!
Oh Beck. Oh sweetie.
This choked me right up.
Now go give him a big hug until he peels away from you saying Moooooommmmmm…
Wow! I can honestly say I’ve never heard a happy ending to a story like that! What an awesome miracle! I spent 3 mos. on complete bedrest w/ my last child & certainly can sympathize there! Thanks for sharing………
Chokes me up every time.
I remember this post from your old blog. In fact, as soon as I clicked over here and saw the glass heart, I remembered reading it.
It is a perfect lesson in appreciation and good one to remember when the wee ones are driving us batty! Thanks for reposting.
What a wonderful, wonderful story of grace. Thank you for sharing!
This is one of my favourite posts of yours ever. I still remember it from the first time I read it.
Oh the tears. It is good to remember.
Beautiful … and how wonderful to have the tangible reminder, especially on days when you really need it.
My heart, Becks…. My heart….. You did it again…. xoxo
What a blessings! Thank you for re-sharing your story to those of us who didn’t read it the first time.
I have read this for and just read it again. It is such a beautiful story. I am a sucker for a happy ending.
Wow. Those hours must have been agonizing. The blue heart is perfect. Your husband did just the right thing didn’t he?
After such sadness, it’s no wonder that was the most radiant moment of joy in your life.
Gorgeous. Ha! A new word. Not lovely or wonderful. Gorgeous!
I felt it even though I’ve run my hand through his errant hair.
And how is it that I was given a gift similar to this and my boy turned out so soft and softly loved, as well? Weird. Just plain weird!
Oh beck, I loved this and I remember reading it the first time and feeling that pang, too. I thought my L. had died in me as well since they couldn’t detect the heartbeat. It was such an incredible gift to see him on that video screen, waving his little arms.
Yeah. That’s it. Just happiness.
This was so beautiful. I’m totally crying.
*deep breath* I would have tears flowing like river when I saw the monitor!
I remember this post and that lovely blue heart as a reminder of the joy of having your Boy.
I can only imagine such joy.
I wish I could live with that kind of joy, every day – realizing how blessed I am to have these 3 people warm, breathing, and soft, right next to me.
Beautiful story – and I love the blue heart. It’s a perfect picture of pure happiness, your husband spontaneously jumping out to buy you something beautiful. Brings tears to my eyes.
And what a Boy he’s turned out to be. Oh, Beck. Sometimes I wonder why I bother to leave comments on your posts when A) Most of them leave me speechless and B) You already know how amazing I think you are as a writer and a mother and C) What could I possibly say that wouldn’t sound like me, tripping over my own tongue (fingers) to say something that might touch you as much as you’ve touched me.
Forget it.
I’m glad he is with us. Nuff said.
Wow! What a beautiful story about The Boy! I am glad for you that he is here, too.
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