MaKenzie Schienebeck
I may be missing so much I wanted to say but my soul needs this closure and I want to help others! This is raw as it was written straight from the heart through teary eyes. I am aware of many mistakes in this writing but hope you can work through it & your heart can feel our story. Please share our story with others so we can start to normalize this!
It's June 2018.. My husband and I decide we want
to try for our third baby. We had ventured off to Woodruff to get my
Mirena removed so we could start the process of adding a new addition to
our beautiful family. We kept giggling with excitement in the office
before the doctor came in to remove the mirena.
After it was taken
out, we went on our merry way and ate a yummy meal together at Culvers.
Everything felt so perfect. Fast forward only THREE days after my
mirena was taken out, I had gotten pregnant. I didn't know until two
months afterward. I was feeling queasy, very tired and had food
aversions.
I ask my husband to grab us two pregnancy tests from
the dollar store on his way home from work one day. Once he got home, I
grabbed one test, headed to the bathroom and within seconds two very
strong purple lines showed up. I came out of the bathroom with an
obvious smile on my face, asked my husband to come "check the tomatoes"
in the garden with me and I told him outside on our deck. The sun shined
on us, the breeze blew, we had some great smiles! We scheduled an
appointment the next day for a blood test to confirm we are pregnant. As
we sat next to the doctor for the results, he paused and smiled at
us... We smiled back and he confirmed we were pregnant. The two of us
were SO excited!
Another appointment was made in Woodruff. We met
with a nurse to discuss family health and get our pregnancy started. We
heart babies strong heart on the doppler alongside our first ultrasound.
Baby was a jumping bean with a great heartbeat!
Once we got home,
we hung the ultrasound on the fridge, told family and friends.. the
same we did with our last two babies. The excitement was unbearable. I
was so excited to snuggle my newest addition and have a baby once again!
My belly was growing, I was glowing and everything in life felt right.
My anxiety and worries diminished during my pregnancy. I was so proud to
be growing a new life inside me once again. I would rub my belly
everyday, talk to my baby, dream of my baby... My two boys would talk to
my belly and tell the baby how much they loved him/her. My husband and I
had gotten a new crib, pack n play, bottle set, gender neutral
clothing, blankets, bibs, toys, seats, rock n play, you name it... We
were ready to spoil another little gift from God.
A few weeks
after my last ultrasound I was feeling amazing. No more morning
sickness, no more food aversions .. I could travel without getting too
sick! Everyone told me maybe it means we are having a girl this time. I
was pretty thrilled to say the least. Boy or girl, I knew I was blessed
to be a mommy again!
On September 26th, 2018 my husband and I went to our next OB appointment. We were a day away from 13 weeks. We counted down the days until we could get our babies gender ultrasound and buy the coordinating clothing. Our youngest was with us and he was such a good sport that day. We went in, got weighed and I had lost a few pounds. Then we went to the room to get baby on the Doppler. My doctor put some jelly on my belly and rolled the Doppler around to find that little booger. She thought she heard baby a few times but the Doppler wasn't being reliable at this stage and she assured me it happens a lot. Their in-room ultrasound was out of office that day being fixed so she asked if I would like to come back in a week or get an ultrasound the same day downstairs. We opted for same day.. My appointment was at 10:25 and they couldn't get us in until 3:00.
We live forty-five minutes from Woodruff so we planned to wait the day out. We ate at Culver's with our little man, headed to the park by the lake, went to Wal-mart, won a bunch of toys from the claw machine and then to the waiting area at the clinic. My youngest son was enjoying making the elderly happy at the clinic. I was getting impatient with the long day we had had.. A nurse finally called my name, we went with her and went to another waiting room. We were called in at around four o'clock pm.
Same procedure as always. Take off your pants and wrap a blanket
around your waist. I had to have a pelvic ultrasound because I have a
retroverted uterus. My baby lays way back instead of up front like other women's pregnancies. This is actually pretty common and it has not
effected my other two pregnancies.
The lights turned off, the
ultrasound started. The tech measured all my organs and uterus. She
then proceeded to scan our baby. We seen a precious little round head, a
sweet little round tummy, feet, hands, all the good details. She pulled
up the heart rate graph. I seen worry in her eyes but since I didn't
know her too well I put it off. I looked over at my husband and he said
five words that shattered my entire World.. "there is no heart beat"..
She cannot tell us this information but it was obvious. She tried three
more times and it was a flat graph. My once joyful, jumpy baby who's
heart we had seen many times was just sitting there.. lifeless. I wanted
to pull that ultrasound out of me, throw it at the wall, run away and
go until I came to terms with what nightmare I was living in. I cried. I
cried pain. I have never felt something so painful in my life and I
thought I've been through pain before. My stomach felt like it was
ripped apart, my heart felt like it was blasted to pieces by a line of
riffle fire, my head hurt and my soul was shredded.
The tech had
to call my Dr upstairs.. it felt like eternity. When we went up to talk,
I couldn't stop thinking of how I lost my baby. I felt like I did this.
What did I do wrong? Why did this happen? How could I have stopped
this? Do I ever want to go through pregnancy again? We were told of ways
that this can all be taken care of per say. Naturally let my baby come
out, take a pill, surgery (d & c). We opted to just get out of there, talk
it out and try natural.
My husband and I were disgusted. How
could this precious little baby we had so many hopes and dreams
for....die? Why? Why US?! We never thought we would be in this
situation... Yet here we were. The World was grey. I was mad at God. I
was mad at myself. I kept denying that the ultrasound was right. I felt
like we had to go back and we would see babies heart.
We called
family. We hadn't planned on telling anyone but family and letting
others just figure it out. Miscarriage is rarely talked about. I was the
one in four woman whom it happened to. My baby was gone two weeks
before we found out. I have been rubbing a belly with my dead baby in
it. I had to leave a clinic with my dead baby inside me. I had to sleep
that night with my dead baby in me. I had to eat, drink, sleep, talk,
walk and move on after hearing this news....with my dead baby in me. As I
write this story for you to hear, my baby is still inside me. I have to
wait for my baby to come out of me.I have to make sure my baby doesn't
go down a toilet. I have on idea when it will come.
I walk by my
babies room full of clothes, toys, what ifs... We don't get to celebrate
birthdays, Christmas mornings, anything with this child. The outfits,
the crib, the toys, they all have to gather dust because we are not
going to be bringing a baby home in the Spring.
The night after we
heard this news, the day after as well, I sat on the floor of our
shower with warm water coming down... I cried. I stared off into space. I
cried some more. It is so hard to live life with an untold story in
your belly. I am not going to live my life and pretend this didn't
happen to us. I knew miscarriage was awful but you will NEVER know until
YOU go through it and I really hope you don't ever have to experience
this pain.
I had planned to go to work two days after finding out.
I wanted to be tough, look okay, feel okay and act like I was going to
be fine.. The day came and I couldn't bare seeing anyone, I couldn't
bare to speak, I have cramps, headaches.. My body is trying to get rid
of my precious baby I loved so dearly. I am working on getting strong. I
have two other miracles who need me and a loving husband. My husband
got excited seeing a car seat on sale, and I did with a baby
monitor....Then we were slapped in the face with the reality that THIS
baby is no longer with us.
I hope you all say a prayer for the
mothers, fathers, families of babies who were born in Heaven, born to
soon, never came home, came home but left too soon.. I hope you all can
give your sincerest condolences to these families as it isn't just the
mother. Fathers, siblings, family members hurt too. I hope you all know,
it wasn't just a miscarriage... We missed out on a baby, a future, a
toddler, a child, a teen, an adult, a wedding, grandkids from this baby,
everything. We lost a child with a heartbeat.
I believe now that
God has a reason for these things. They hurt. It feels like I am walking
through hell. He has new plans for our life now. And I hope you cherish
your babies and children because as yours are learning to walk, ours is
learning to fly....
Rest in Peace KC, mommy, daddy and your brothers love you. I will NEVER forget you and when we get to Heaven, you are not leaving mommies arms ever again! Watch over us baby! <3
To the parents who've lost a baby or child, don't stay quiet. Don't pretend your okay. Don't act tougher than you. Don't talk if you don't want to talk. Let your emotions out for the World. You need to talk to others when you are ready who've been through the hell you have been through. Stay strong. Let the tears and thoughts out. Be mad, be sad. Everything will come into place.. You are NOT alone, this happens to more of us than we know. This "miscarriage" diagnosis is seemingly invisible. I am here to change this! Whether our precious babies were 1 day, 13 weeks, 40 weeks or beyond.. they EXISTED and were OUR babies! Keep their memory living on! I am here for you!



