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By Gina Hartoog

In hindsight, it was naïve of me to think ‘it won’t happen to me.’ The reality that not all pregnancies end in happy moments and healthy babies was something I learnt the hard way. In the days following my miscarriage at only seven weeks into my pregnancy, I searched for answers to my questions and something to numb my pain. Miscarriage as a subject seemed to be taboo, but for those who face the devastating blow, all too soon it becomes a grim reality.

I had approached my second pregnancy with as much optimism as my first and after just three months of trying I found out I was pregnant. My husband and I were overjoyed and told our two-year-old daughter about her coming sibling. About two weeks later, things just didn’t seem right. I didn’t ‘feel’ pregnant and my gut was telling me that something was wrong. I dismissed the strange feelings as early pregnancy jitters and continued on as normal. A week later, I starting spotting and the doctor told me to rest in bed. On the fourth day of bed rest I lost the baby. I felt an overwhelming sadness and sense of failure that I just can’t put into words.

When we returned from the hospital, after the miscarriage was confirmed, I had to do the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever done. I had to tell our little girl that the baby had died. I couldn’t hide my grief so I didn’t try. My heart was broken and I wanted her to see that it’s okay to cry when you feel sad. I sat down beside her on the couch and told my little girl that the baby was very sick and went to Jesus. She turned to me and said, “Don’t cry, Mommy. Jesus will give you a new baby…another day.”

I gave her a reassuring hug and marvelled at my child’s faith when my own seemed to have been put through the meat grinder. Even in the face of such an horrendous loss one needs to see the grace He shows us in tough times.

The days that followed were difficult ones for us. My husband couldn’t sleep at night and I seemed to want to sleep too much. We took turns comforting each other and relied on the strength and prayers of our wonderful friends and family. I had to accept that I was in no way responsible for what happened and that losing my baby was God’s way of knowing best. When the miscarriage had threatened I told my husband I wouldn’t cope with the loss but when things were most difficult my faith won through. It was at that time that I silently thanked my parents for raising me to love and appreciate God and that we had done the same for our little girl. Many times through those first few painful weeks my daughter surprised me by what she said. Often, when she prayed before bedtime, she prayed for me and for the baby.

I’ve tried to approach my loss with dignity for my womanhood and respect for myself and our family, but it’s hard to do that when guilt is eating you up inside. Miscarriage is a devastating loss, not only of your dreams and hopes but also of your innocence. To anyone who has ever suffered through the loss of a child, no matter how tiny, I wish you strength and solace and yes, happiness too and I hope these thoughts and feelings can help you find a ray of light:

“…He Himself has said, I will not in any way fail you nor give you up nor leave you without support” Hebrews 13:5 (Amplified).

Gina Hartoog is a freelance writer in Gauteng, and full-time mom to Shona (4) and Chiara (1).

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