The Math of Gestation - Calculating Loss

by Marika Rosenthal Delan
cw // miscarriage

 cw // miscarriage

cw // miscarriage

12- the number of weeks gestation according to an 8 week ultrasound and my last menstrual period.

9 weeks, 2 days- approximate development of the fetus with no heartbeat inside me.

2 weeks, 5 days- approximate time lapse since fetal heartbeat stopped and development ceased, approximate time she’s been dead inside of me.

They say that time seems to stop during significant and critical times in our lives. I have found that is true but this isn’t all. It then replays again and again on infinite repeat.

0 seconds since my eyes searched desperately for that small pulsing we witnessed just a few short weeks ago on a grainy black and white screen.

0 seconds since the tech said, “It happens.”

0 seconds since it happened to me.

They call it a missed miscarriage. Some sites I came across used the term “silent”. Silence is an apt description of what comes right before the pause in your wail, in between the breathless pulse in your ear. It’s the noise you hear cry out from your womb when there is no heartbeat – when you find out the baby you’ve been carrying inside you is dead.

A voice inside tells me she wasn’t ours to keep. Genetic testing shows high likelihood of Trisomy 21. But the tongue of that voice sounds foreign, my heart can’t make out the words I unearth in my head.

Rilke wrote in The Book of Hours,

“I wish sometimes you were back inside me, in this darkness that grew you.”

Here I am again at zero, in that loud silence where all I can hear is my own heartbeat pounding against my eardrum. And it isn’t sometimes I wish. Right now, sometimes is every second. Rilke was talking about God in his poem, but maybe that’s why this loss cuts so deeply. Gestation is the inception of life; when miracles are knit together by invisible hands. It must be why it feels like creation is crumbling when the only remaining proof there was life is the scarlet red stain washed clean from your favorite white sheets

6 days – The number of days I’ve lost count of since everything started at 0. Lost track because Ativan was all that could get the wailing to stop. Today the valley was covered in fog most all of the day, like the day before zero got stuck on repeat. Like the day we picked paperwhites and I imagined us all holding hands, you the smallest sandwiched between your brother and sister, who were crushed not to pick out a gift for you when we left the midwife that day. Sometimes I can get through 10 minutes, 15 if I’m lucky before a twinge, before the ache and swell that reminds me.

Rilke wrote,

“All my cells are open and all so thirsty, they ache and swell,
in a hundred places, but mostly the middle of my heart”

0 seconds- breathe in

0 seconds- breathe out

0 seconds to 1,

then repeat


What Came Before

by Marika Delan

 

They say that before the Big

went Bang

all was a pinpoint-

An infinite nothing.

Where darkness was upon

the Face

of the deep

Before the stars knew that

they made the Light

 

But what preceded creation

wasn’t nothing.

Breathless vacuum,

cry so deep it went silent.

The void was formless and empty-

A mother weeping a whole world of tides

pulsing out and within

All genesis dawning in the ocean inside her.

 

Grief came before

And then there was God

Who knew what it was like

to be

alone.

 

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Marika Rosenthal Delan is a scientist/nurse by trade and an artist/freedom fighter by birth who once choreographed her little brother and his friends in a rousing rendition of Devo’s Whip It as performed by Alvin and the Chipmunks when she was only 9.

Since being sidelined from nursing by spine surgeries she finds her zen in her children, music, and art of all kinds. She works with her husband, Peter serving the community through their non-profit, Tree of Life United Ministries. Her essays have been featured on Jennifer Pastiloff’s The Manifest-Station, Elephant Journal, and The Huffington Post.

You can also find her work in the newly released anthology edited by Amy Ferris, Shades of Blue, Writers on Depression, Suicide, and Feeling Blue