Only every day isn't Groundhog Day, it's The Day I Find Out My Baby Is Dead. I'm laying on the exam table again, in the dark, staring at a monitor hoping for a flicker and seeing and empty sac again. Being told that maybe my dates are wrong (they're not) and that we'll look again next week. It's the same room, the same people, the same words.
But it's not actually the same day, just the same situation. It's not a chance to do it over and make it right. Time is passing. I'm getting older. My daughter is getting older, getting further and further in age from her potential sibling who may or may not ever come. And it's not the same baby. It's a new baby each time, a new hope, a new cause for joy, a unique, irreplaceable soul that I will never have the chance to hold or love.
The world continues on, but I'm stuck in that room, even when I'm not in it. I think of when I was last there, wonder how long until I'll be there again.
So I guess it's not much like Groundhog Day at all.
Seven years. It took seven years for me to get to that sibling for my only child. Even if the gap is more than you ever thought it could be, it will still be beautiful to see them together. It won't be the kind of sibling relationship you planned for your children, but it will still be amazing. Because if you have that desire in your heart for another child, it will come to be, just maybe not how and when you thought. God bless.
ReplyDeleteI totally get the déjàvu thing! Been there four times and this last time was at a new Doctor's office. :(
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