When Pregnancy Feels Like Purgatory

By |2018-11-05T19:04:45+00:00November 5th, 2018|Pregnancy|0 Comments

Pregnancy after loss is an intense season of waiting. It’s a season of being stranded somewhere between what might have been and what might be.

For me, pregnancy after loss felt like some version of purgatory.

The waiting was painful and it caused me to wonder if I would be left in darkness or carried into the light. Each unpredictable day was excruciating. I wasn’t sure if I would be sentenced to another season of grief or if my pregnancy would end with the reward of a joyful birth experience. Would I come out of that season adorned with the crown jewel of a healthy, living baby?

Pregnancy loss had left me feeling like I was being punished. I thought I had earned the title of Grieving Mother by failing to be a good enough mother to my living child. I concluded that I must not have deserved the opportunity to parent another child. I wondered if I would ever come out on the other side of grief, if I’d ever be given a second chance.

After my second experience with loss, I spent months praying.

And praying and praying. I prayed for my heart to be healed. I prayed for the pain to diminish. But mostly I prayed for another baby. Not just a pregnancy, but a baby. A living baby that I could care for, a sibling for my living child to dote on.

The prayers continued until the day I sat in the bathroom staring at the two pink lines of a pregnancy test. It was positive. And so was the next one and the next one. I was in disbelief. Instead of praying for another baby, I began praying for the one I was carrying to live.

The realization that I was pregnant didn’t feel like an answer to my prayers, yet. Rather it was the first step towards an answered prayer. The first step in a series of slow and heavy steps that I hoped would end in an answered prayer, that I hoped would lead me into the light of a rainbow.

One of Merriam-Webster’s definitions of purgatory is “a place or state of temporary suffering or misery.” And for me, that is what pregnancy after loss felt like, although I wasn’t sure if the misery would be temporary or not.

The feelings of suffering had nothing to do with migraines or morning sickness, backaches or hormones, transvaginal ultrasounds or weekly progesterone shots. The suffering was wrapped up in the long days, weeks, and months of panicky waiting. My mind was tormented with flashbacks of horror-filled trips to the emergency room and the sound of babies crying in Labor and Delivery while I stared at my own baby who would never cry. The suffering was a result of the uncertainty around whether I would be left mourning or celebrating the baby within.

Pregnancy after loss made me feel as if I were waiting to be deemed worthy enough to move out of the waiting and into a place of living. With my arms and heart full. I waited in fear, that maybe I wouldn’t be admitted to Labor and Delivery to have a baby, but only to give one back.

For months I waited.

I waited for the next ultrasound. I waited for the next kick. I waited to hear the sound of a heartbeat. I waited for a doctor to tell me that my baby was still alive. I waited for each new day after every long night of worry. I waited for my due date. And I waited for the birth of my baby boy to finally release me from pregnancy purgatory.

And that he did.

He was born hefty and healthy, his fierce cries assuring me that all was well. There would be no more waiting – he had arrived.

Thankfully, my son’s arrival had freed me from pregnancy purgatory and I was no longer stuck somewhere between a death and a birth. I no longer questioned which side of pregnancy I would end up on – he had led me into the light.

When pregnancy feels like purgatory, it’s easy to get stuck in fear and guilt during the long weeks of waiting. But don’t lose hope that you too might come out of the waiting into a season of light.

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About the Author:

Jenny Albers
Jenny Albers lives in Colorado where she mothers her sunshine baby and rainbow baby. She also is mom to two babies who are with Jesus; one who was lost due to an ectopic pregnancy and one who was lost due to Preterm Premature Rupture of Membranes (PPROM). She has found healing through writing and feels called to bring awareness to the topic of pregnancy and child loss. You can follow her on Facebook to read more about her incomplete family and imperfect motherhood. She can also be contacted by email .

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