But try again we did! We'd always wanted 3-4 kids
and despite a few reservations I had about how I'd cope, due to an old
back and shoulder injury, we soon found out that "Baby Number Three" was
on it's way. I knew I was pregnant when one morning I could not face drinking
my cup of coffee!! I
visited my doctor and said I suspected I was
pregnant. "What makes you think that?" he asked. With as straight a face
as possible I said "My main symptom is that I don't like the taste of coffee
anymore." The look of surprise on his face at this strange 'symptom' of
pregnancy was priceless!!! Then I told him I'd missed my period that month,
felt nauseated, had tender breasts......
I get 'afternoon sickness' rather than morning
sickness, which thankfully cleared up around 14 weeks.
Just before Christmas '96 we told Courtney and
Sheridan that they would be sisters to another baby, one day 'soon'. They
were so excited and begged to be able to tell their cousins at the Christmas
party the next day.
By 17 weeks the heartburn hit with a vengeance!
But I had greater concern on my mind. The blood test I'd had the previous
week had revealed an elevated risk of having a 'Downs' baby. (It was 1:15.
For my age I should have had a risk factor of 1:330) My doctor had tracked
us down via a relative as we were on holidays and instructed us to get
an ultrasound done as soon as practical. "There are
worse disabilities our baby could have. A spina
bifida child would be a lot more work." I told Ken. (I have an older sister
with spina bifida, so I knew the hassles and risks involved, but I also
knew of the joy and enrichment she had built into my life.) Thankfully
there were no signs of any abnormalities at the ultrasound the next day.
A long, hot summer dragged on and my tummy began
to swell as the child within grew. Slowly the Autumn came and I began to
plan all the jobs that needed to be done, so we were ready to welcome this
new baby into our home. With Easter only a couple of weeks away and a two
week break for the school holidays hot on it's heels, I decided the 'big
clean up' of the Nursery could wait a little
while longer. My husband is a school teacher,
so he'd be available to help with getting the baby clothes down from the
top cupboards and any other heavy jobs. I didn't feel any need to rush
these jobs through as I still had 12 weeks to go to my due date in early
June.
A bad dream one night unsettled me. I dreamt that
the baby had come early while we were away visiting friends 600 km away.
The poor little mite, in my dream, had been transferred to a large city
hospital and had nothing to wear as I hadn't taken any baby clothes or
nappies with me on our trip!
The best way to deal with fear is to attack it
head on! So rather than 'sit and stew' about my dream I packed a small
"emergency bag" of a few basic things for me and the baby, in case it DID
come while were away! I threw the bag into the boot of the car and then
got on with living! That bag, with it's baby rug, nightie, shampoos and
deodorant for me, was to come in very handy only a fortnight later when
our baby girl did 'come early'. Sadly, the nappies and dummy (pacifier)
would never be needed.
Over Easter I began to notice that the baby seemed
sluggish. At first I wasn't too worried as I'd experienced episodes like
this with both of my previous pregnancies. On one occasion with my pregnancy
with Courtney, I'd mentioned my observations to my doctor who promptly
ordered a CTG scan at a large hospital in a neighbouring town. My 'quiet
and sluggish' baby kicked it's heels up
so much the nurses could only shake their heads
in wonder at the 'panicky first-time mum'!!!
I sat in church on Good Friday waiting for a kick to reassure me that all was well. During the afternoon I expressed my concern to Ken and rang the midwife at our local hospital to arrange for a doppler to be done. We live in a small rural community in South Australia. The hospital only had an ancient hand-held doppler, but they were willing to listen for a heart beat. Thankfully they found one easily and, greatly reassured, I trotted off home. That night I lay in bed and felt a whole series of kicks and movements. At peace, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I awoke feeling cold and achy. I'd caught the dreaded 'lurgy' (flu) that was going around town! My temperature rose, my pulse was racing at 120 beats/per minute, and I felt FOUL!!! Lack of foetal movements forced me out of bed and back up to the hospital again. A faint heart beat was found, or so we all thought, but in hindsight, it was only my heartbeat they were picking up. Sadly our little baby had died during the previous night. (I thank God for allowing me to feel those last few movements as I lay there waiting for sleep to claim me. It's a really precious memory!) Armed with a packet of antibiotics I declined their offer of a bed for the night as I knew I would sleep better in my water bed at home.
By Sunday afternoon the heart wrenching l fears I had been trying to ignore began to surface again. Hang on, I reasoned with myself, you heard a heartbeat last night, so stop panicking!!! Not wanting to be labelled a 'paranoid peanut' by the hospital, I lay in bed unable to shake my worst fear that something dreadful had happened.
The story of Easter filled my mind:
*the agony of Jesus praying "Not my will but
Yours be done.";
*the death of Jesus on a cruel cross to take
the punishment for all my rebellion and wrong-doings and indeed the wrong-doings
of every soul who had ever lived, so that we might live forever with Jesus
in Heaven if we so choose;
*the raising of Jesus from the dead that proves
he was more than just a mere mortal. It gives hope to anyone who believes,
that they too can experience eternal life with God.
Struggling with all the implications of the way the Easter story related to me, I came to a point of 'knowing' or accepting that our baby's life was either in great danger or had already ended.
It came as no surprise really when the nurses
couldn't find a heartbeat as I lay for the third time on the bed at my
local hospital. Not willing to trust their ancient machine, they
advised me to travel to a larger hospital in another town to consult my
own doctor. As a person with the 'gift of the gab' (talkative!) that hour's
journey was the quietest I've ever experienced. Ken didn't want to voice
his
fears in case I got upset and I didn't want to
voice mine in case he thought I was 'giving up' on our baby.
A CTG and an ultrasound confirmed what we already
knew deep down. Watching her heart lying so still was heartbreaking for
us. Then the doctor delivered the saddest words any parent could ever hear,
"I'm sorry, but there's no hope for your baby." After a long labour,
(it took 45 hours for my
body to give in to the prostaglandins and for
my cervix to begin to dilate) we at last got to meet our precious third
daughter, Jasmine Eliza at 10:20am on April 2nd, 1997.
Courtney and Sheridan were brought to the hospital
to meet their sister. We still treasure the photos we took at that time.
My parents drove four hours from the city to be with us and they too had
the chance to see and hold
Jasmine. It's been the hardest experience I've
ever had to face, but my heart goes out to those women who never had the
chance to see or hold their baby. I'm certain our grief is resolving more
easily because we were able to hold Jasmine and take photos etc.
My heart still aches at times as I ponder 'what might have been'. . I wish Jasmine could meet our new baby, Cameron Thomas, and that he could grow up knowing her. I wish that our two girls hadn't gone through such a sorrow at such a young age. But we have survived and found that life does go on, no matter how much I resented that fact in the early days of my grief!!! We have learnt to love and laugh and enjoy life again, despite the constant thought, "If only Jasmine was here to enjoy this too." She will always be our precious third baby, forever loved.
I wrote a few poems about Jasmine and about my
journey through grief. It was great 'therapy', enabling me to express my
thoughts rather than bottling them up. One of my poems is included on the
poetry page. I hope and pray that you
are able to identify with it and also that you find some comfort as you
read it.
If you'd like to visit us at our website
and see more photos of Jasmine or some of our new son then click
here...you'd be most welcome to pay us a visit!
God bless,
Miriam.