Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Three years ago, Sergio and I lost a baby. I was 3 and a half months pregnant and I had a miscarriage.
Sergio and I had discussed having another child ...Julian was already in middle school.... thinking of having another baby was both exciting and frightening (financially).
However, we decided to give it a go.
It soon became our dream.
I believe deeply in setting intentions and that if you have a desire to achieve or have something manifest in your life, your dreams move along a continuum and then become. I have seen this come to pass in many areas of our lives.
However, no matter how much I desired/set intention for and imagined our new baby, when she finally came to us, she did not stay with us for long.
It took me two years to come to terms with the fact that perhaps our baby was not meant to join us, at least not in this lifetime.
Curiously enough, two weeks ago in Chile, as I looked at a pair of beautiful silver earrings, the Mapuche woman selling them approached me and told me that they were perfect for me.
I asked her what the symbols on them meant, and without knowing anything about me she said they represented my relationship with my spouse (how did she know I was married? I wasn't wearing a wedding band?)...and she said that the two pieces dangling at the bottom represented my children--my earth child (Julian) and my cosmic child. I asked her what she meant by "cosmic child"..and she said it is my child who is still "out there" and whom I may not meet until another lifetime.
I have no idea how she knew I was married, had a son...and a "cosmic child".
....so I am to understand that sometimes our dreams don't manifest as we expect them to. In any case... I do believe that the baby that did not grow in my belly is "out there somewhere"....I have always believed so, and I have always believed that little soul is a girl.
My cosmic child.
At the time of the miscarriage, when we shared the news with some family/friends, the response was not at all supportive.
"You were not that far along".... or simply "you can try again".
My mother dismissed me entirely when I told her, told me it "could have been a heavy period" and perhaps the doctor was wrong. It was painful.
Nobody seemed to give a second thought to this little baby that was gone.
But we had celebrated her for three months. We had hoped, we had dreamed.... we had planned her her room, we had imagined her dark curls like Sergio's, my freckles.... our brown eyes.
We had dreamed.
Even now, I think of our baby each time I hear of someone getting pregnant..or when someones baby does not come forth into our world.
I have heard it said that every soul that comes into this world comes here with a very specific mission. When that mission is completed, the soul can leave.
The holiest of souls need so little time here in this world that some never even make it outside the womb
So this little post today is dedicated to our dear little baby-who stayed with us for only a short while...three years ago this month..the little soul went into 'the cosmos'.....
I look forward to meeting you someday.
Te amo...I love you.