Miscarriage: The subject that never get’s brought up.

This is a tough post for me, and for most guys to talk about. It’s a topic, that if you’ve been through it first hand, that guys like to “stuff” and avoid thinking about, because we can’t “fix” the problem, and if you’re like me,  that drives you nuts. This is also one of those trials in life that no one talks about. When you go through it, your friends, and even your family, seem to walk on egg shells around you. It’s ends up being the elephant in the room. That being said –  I must admit that before I went through it first hand, I had some friends that went through it, and I was the same way. Scared I would say the wrong thing, that they would become upset if I mentioned it, I would even avoid them if I saw them in a store, all because I didn’t know what to say. I wish I knew then, what I know now: that it means a lot to the couple going through it if you were to just ask “hey guys, how are you holding up?” – and mean it – it would help so much. Just to break the silence. And so I share our story….

July 13th, 2011 is the 1 year ago mark for Val and I going through the heart-breaking loss of loosing a child to miscarriage. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, even though I have tried to forget. It was a sunny, beautiful day like most days in the Summer here in the Valley. Val and I were going in for a normal 15 week checkup with ultra-sound, and I had the day off from work. We ran a couple of errands before her appointment as we often do. Everything was normal. Val was even feeling better than she had been with the pregnancy. She had gotten up that day and said she felt good, and was hoping the “morning sickness” was finally over.

We finally arrived at the medical center after running all of our errands, and waited for her name to be called. We had done this many times before, as this was our third pregnancy, and when you live in a small town, there’s only one place you go for your ultra-sound. We knew the routine, and the staff. It was all normal. The guy who always runs the ultra-sound machine had Val lay down on the table like always, there was the normal warning about the gel maybe being cold, etc. Just another “normal” appointment.

Val could tell something was wrong before I could. I think I knew it too, but was in denial. “This doesn’t happen to us. We have healthy babies”, I kept telling myself.  The Tech. tried to act like nothing was wrong, but after about 10 minutes, said he had to go find the doctor to “look at something”. No explanation, no reason. The time it took for the doctor to come down from upstairs seemed like an eternity. I still remember the dead quiet of the room, except for the constant whirring of the ultra-sound machine. We didn’t say much to each other. We both knew.

The doctor finally arrived, and after conferring with the tech, told us “I’m very sorry, but there is no heartbeat. It looks like there was an abnormality in the brain-stem. I’m so sorry”. I could see his lips moving, and hear his voice, but it felt like I was in someone else’s body. Numb. Like it was some kind of bad dream. The doctor and Tech left the room to “give us a minute”, and I went over and held my wife as we cried together. This was not supposed to happen! This was a normal checkup! They must have something wrong – we don’t go through this, this doesn’t happen to us – were some of the thoughts racing through my head. There was such a feeling of empty. Shock. They told us to go home, and we would have to schedule a “D&C” for a later date.

I still remember walking out of that little room, and down what seemed like a really long hallway, that in reality wasn’t more than a brief walk. I remember thinking that you’re supposed to leave that room happy, talking about names, or the video of the ultra-sound you’re going to show your family – all the happy, normal thoughts that you’re supposed to have at that stage. But it seemed like I was in a dream. One that for some reason, I couldn’t escape from.

The first few days afterwords were really tough. The worst part was having to call our family and friends to tell them the news. Val was in no shape to talk, so I called our family one by one, and tried to put on a “God know’s best” face – all the while still feeling like I was in a daze. In my “guy” mind, there had to be some way to “fix” this! I would replay every possible solution over and over in my head, knowing full well there wasn’t one. The days ticked by, and rolled into weeks. I tried to be as supportive as I could to Val, but I felt like I just didn’t have the words to say that would help comfort her. Again, trying to “solve” it, I tried to encourage her by saying that we could “try again”, and that “we just have to believe the Lord has a plan in this somewhere hon”.  As the weeks turned into months,I began to look for projects to fill my time. Something to get my mind off of it. From my “guy” perspective, it’s so much easier to just put it behind me as much as I can, and bury it or push it down so I didn’t have to deal with remembering the pain.

A few months after the D&C procedure, I remember wondering why Val was having so much trouble “moving on” from it, and concentrating on trying again – or “fixing” it. It was hard to wrap my male mind around. “Why she would want to always be thinking about it! WHY would you want to remember the pain? WHY can’t we begin to move past this, we can make it better, we’ll just get pregnant again!” were my thoughts. I tried to be understanding, and supportive of her, but she was taking my attitude as “me not caring about our loss”. She instead wanted me to cry with her. She wanted someone to feel the pain with her, and not feel like she was the only one that was stuck in this grief that had gripped us both. But I was dealing with in a very different way. I needed to look through her eyes. It took me a lot of trial and much error, but I finally began to understand what my wife was longing for from me:

  • She wanted me to remember – she didn’t want me to act like it never happened! I wanted to put it behind me, but she needed me to remember with her! This was key to her being able to heal.
  • She wanted me to bring it up in conversation – This was so hard for me, but so important to her! It showed her that I remembered our baby in heaven, and I was missing him/her too. She wasn’t alone.
  • She needed me to hold her and let her cry – She wanted me to put down the “tough guy” routine, and hold her. To tell her that it’s ok to cry. Allow her to grieve. To grieve together.
  • She wanted to know it affected me also – Although I thought this would be pretty obvious, she said several times that “she felt alone” in her sadness when I would not talk about it, and deal with it by working in the garage, or taking a drive on the bike. Is needed to show her that it was hard for me too.
Loss of a child – born or unborn – is one of the hardest tests your marriage may ever go through. There’s no way around that. The biggest thing to remember is that men and women grieve in much different ways! This can not be overstated! There is not a WRONG way to grieve, God just designed us to do so differently, and it’s our job as husbands to learn and  understand our wives – even when it doesn’t make sense to us – and support and love them – especially during  times when the hurt is so deep.

16 thoughts on “Miscarriage: The subject that never get’s brought up.

  1. Thank You for sharing your side of the ‘story’! There IS a precious, perfect little one waiting in heaven!

  2. Gerad this was beautfuily and heart felt written. & I know your wife appreaites you being so honest and open about this topic in the event that he may help other married couples in the future or in the present or it may help other married couples finally get past some of their pain of losing their child. & I know she loves you always and knows you do your very best to comfort her and be there for her & val probably reading this helped her to see things from your side & let her know that you did care and miss and love your un born child as much as she did you just didn’t know how to show it at times. . again it was heartfelt and beautifully written and very very honest thank you for sharing.

  3. Wow, what a powerful story! Thank you for sharing what so many men simply don’t understand or don’t know how to express. Your realization of what your wife really needed speaks exactly to the core of what many husbands miss. Thank you for sharing!

  4. It is a testimony to God’s love and care that I ran across this today (via an email from OneFleshMarriage). My wife and I suffered through our 3rd miscarriage on Christmas day of 2009. The baby was due on August 10, 2010. Today that child would be 1 year old.

    I thank you for sharing your thoughts and words. It is a difficult situation that no one knows how to handle. Having been through this 3 times, I agree whole-heartedly with you suggestions and sentiments. I pray that you don’t get a chance to “practice” these tips again. However, I can tell you that God has worked miracles through our journey.

    Here’s the blog I posted last year on the due date for “cinco.” (Would’ve been our fifth child)

  5. I just love this. It was like you were writing our story. It’s true, we both have different ways of grieving and I need the openness and to remember and talk about it. It hurts when those around me do not talk about it or don’t acknowledge the miscarriage when I mention memorial or anniversary dates or due dates of our babies. Thank you for sharing this. My son and daughter both have suffered loss through miscarriage and I have shared this with them.

  6. We recently went through our 3rd miscarriage (and a 2nd d&c). It’s hard…and guys definately grieve differently than women. BUT we both grieve, and that is important to remember. Talk, hold each other and pray for one another.

    Thanks for this honest post!

    I shared on my blog, some tips to “help the hurting”. I am learning. Feel free to check it out.

    1. Rachel,

      Thanks for commenting! It’s not a fun road to travel, but after Val and I figured out how we each grieve, it actually drew us together after it was all said and done. I’ll check out the blog! Thanks!


  7. Thank you for sharing your story…we recently went through our first miscarriage after having 2 healthy boys and it was devastating. My husband and I definitely grieved in extremely different ways and there were times where I just wanted him to cry with me, but I was very grateful for his strength each time I would cry because he was sensitive enough to drop whatever he was doing and just hold me.

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