Jena, Woodbridge VA (3/4)
“I got pregnant again when our fourth was a year and a half. I was having a boy, but I lost him at 28 weeks. He stopped moving one night and I thought maybe he had just shifted or moved. But the next morning I couldn’t feel him tumble and tumble as he usually did, so I went into L&D and they couldn’t find a heartbeat. My husband was away on a work trip but luckily he was flying back that day. So they induced me and I ended up laboring all day long, naturally, because epidural never works with me. I had him around 10:30 pm that night. We still don’t know exactly what happened to him. When he was born, he was wrapped up in his cord pretty tight. My husband said twice around the neck and then once around his little body. That could have been it. We’ll never know. And life went on. That’s another thing that is hard as a mom when you lose a baby. Life doesn’t stop so you can absorb what’s going on. I knew I was grieving, but I didn’t know how bad of a wreck I was. At my 6-week checkup, my doctor gave me the name of a counselor, saying she was great. I waited three months to contact her. It was nice to talk with her and I thought I’d go back because I sobbed the whole hour! But what happened is I didn’t go back. I thought I was fine. And the end of October, five months postpartum, I got pregnant again."