How are you?

How are you?
It is a simple question. One routinely asked when you run into someone you haven’t yet seen that day. It is a question that follows you when you are pregnant – the only time you can feel good about the nausea, exhaustion, sleeplessness, or acid reflux that you are experiencing. Everyone grins knowing that these symptoms are signs of life, evidence of hope.

It is also a question of grief. How are you? The kind, concerned voices ask, pausing for a real response. They care. They want to know how they can help. And I feel clueless. I’ve begun answering honestly—“I don’t know.”

This morning I was drinking a single-sized bottle of apple juice before going in for my two hours of work. Once I got to work, I couldn’t remember what I had done with the bottle. Before leaving, I’d considered bringing it with me. But I had simply put my keys and phone in my pockets before leaving the apartment and walking across the street. Had I finished the juice? Did I leave it on the bed when searching through clothes to wear? I didn’t know.

When I returned home, I checked the usual spots—the recycling bin, the trash can, the kitchen counter, the bedroom, desk, chair. I looked in the refrigerator. I even looked in a dresser drawer, wondering if I had absently placed it there when grabbing a T-shirt. Have I completely lost my mind? Later I found the bottle in a place I had already checked twice—the top of the recycling pile, in plain sight.

At work I sit at my desk knowing there is a whole list of things I should be doing. But aside from paying the bills and figuring out the week’s bulletin, I can’t remember what they are. I leave early because I can’t figure out how to fill my time in a productive manner and don’t know how to make my brain function again.

I go to bed early and wake up not knowing what to do with myself. Allyn’s work schedule has shifted to mornings, so he left the house around 4 a.m. and will return somewhere around noon. I find myself counting the hours till he gets home, simply to stare at him and ask “now what?”

The appropriate terminology seems to be “I/We lost the baby.” But I know where she is. I’m the one who is lost.

Friday morning on the drive to the birthing center, I commented to Allyn “hey, it is almost June, what should we do for our anniversary?” We were still happy then in our ignorance. I was fingering in my purse for the mp3 recorder to be able to capture the sounds of heartbeat and joy. My biggest concern was the car we were leaving at the shop and whether or not this was the proper time to trade the car in. At this point I can no longer remember if we came up with any ideas for our anniversary.

On June 5, we will cross the threshold of three married years, and I’m feeling guilty because celebrating seems so far from my mind. I want the two of us to run away, to find a dream world where everything is still okay. This was to be our last anniversary as a two-person family. If we are to believe the predictions being made by friends, family, and ultrasound technicians, it still may be—but next year seems impossibly far away. And I’m still pregnant with the child I want, the one I can’t have.

How are you?
I’m missing. My body is here going through the motions, occasionally crying or laughing. My days are no longer saturated in my own tears, but are instead devoid of anything.  I’m empty . . . except for the twinges in my lower abdomen that remind me that parts still have emptying to do.

Author’s note: This is the third in a series on pregnancy loss/miscarriage. Read the first post, “First ultrasound,” here.

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11 responses to “How are you?

  1. You know, when I was grieving 6 years ago, I HATED that question… “Look, my mom just died suddenly… do you REALLY need to ask that?” I’m not sure if I ever, really, was able to say “I don’t know”…more like, “which part do you want to know?”

    Here with you, Jenn, in the darkness and emptiness…

  2. Grief is a process, a process that differs from person to person and based on circumstances. There are times when all you feel is empty. That raw, bitter pain just leaves a hole in you that you don’t feel like you will ever fill. And then concerned friends and family ask how you are doing and you don’t know what to say (or don’t feel like talking about it). Do I have any words to help? There probably aren’t any that will help or even do it justice. All I can say is you have been on my heart lately, and I empathize with you.

  3. Thank you for this.
    The earth is holding the three of you and carrying you. The sun is keeping an appropriate distance. You are here with us and we love you. You don’t need to feel or do any more or less than is happening at this moment. You are brave, beautiful, eloquent, and honest.

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  5. Daphne Hughes

    I know you don’t know me. But I felt compelled to write. Years ago, I too lost a baby at three months. After going through 9 years of infertility at the time, I thought it was something I could handle. But, every morning as I looked in my mirror…the tears would stream. It was a natural feeling I have a hard time describing. One day I’m going to see that sweet angel. In the meantime, please know I’m keeping you in my prayers.

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  7. Myrna Walker

    So profound, Jennifer, and so true. “I know where she is. I am the one that is lost.” Time and Jesus and another child are really the only healers of the intense pain of your loss. Take it one day at a time.

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