My Miscarriage and My Mikveh

by Elisha Gechter

elishaYou see blood and it changes everything. You go from being unharmed to wounded, from ritually ready (tahor) to ritually unready (tameh), and sometimes from being pregnant to losing that pregnancy. And that’s what happened to me – at 10 weeks pregnant, responding to a middle of the night cry from my three-and-a-half year old and then dashing to the bathroom before popping back in bed – I saw blood when I least expected it. Jessica Fechtor wrote about her pregnancy loss in her memoir Stir, “Something red. I saw it before I saw it, my brain needed a sec to catch up.” It similarly took a moment for me to register what I was seeing, but soon my body was being pin-pricked with dread. Back in bed it took a long time to fall asleep with the worry running through me of what seeing blood meant, what it would change. The next morning, consulting with my midwife over the phone, she told me, “It could be nothing or it could be something” and I should come in later that day to get a better sense of what was happening with my body.

I saw more blood when we were at the hospital for a sonogram. And together my husband Sam and I saw a fuzzy black-and-white picture of a nine-and-a-half week baby-shaped-fetus with no heartbeat. “Will you be able to reach out to friends so you don’t feel lonely?” our midwife asked. Sam turned to me and said “I think we may be one of a few of our friends who has not yet experienced a miscarriage.” So many people go through this, but not enough people talk about it. In the midst of utter sadness I felt grateful to our friends who had been transparent with us about their own experiences. It let me pick up the phone, send an email to those friends for whom I now had a slew of specific questions, and they shared with open hearts. Amidst my tears I wanted to know – how long did you bleed, did you need any intervention, did you go to work, when did you start trying again? I very much wanted to let my body take care of expelling everything on its own, and amazingly it did.

I saw such bright red blood that week I swore off a certain color of nail polish forever. I went from laying plans in my head for a summer baby, and for how to soon share the news with friends and family, to focusing my mental capacity on dealing with what felt like seven days of on-and-off labor, and on not being overly grouchy with my toddler. For all that time that I was wrapped up in my own thoughts and my own body, I went about my regular routine. Yet I was anticipating some point when I would retreat to my home for a few hours for what my midwife described as a time I might bleed excessively to pass the silver-dollar-sized embryonic sac. Waiting for this event was, as Sam put it, like “waiting for the birth of death.” He shared with me what he wrote that day when he was unable to think about anything else:

“I’m waiting for a birth, like when Zoe was due, but there’s only pain at the end of this one. I’m waiting for a death, like when we knew this last summer that my Grama was going to die. But this time I’m waiting for a death that’s already happened. I’m waiting for the birth of death, so I can have my breakdown and move on.”

Then, after a week, the blood just stopped – without my ever experiencing one isolated, dramatic moment. My little army of friends and family (those who had had personal experiences with pregnancy loss and those who had not) kept checking in on me after that first intense stage, still giving me space to cry. Eventually it was my time to return to the mikveh. One friend had written about her experience at Mayyim Hayyim after a miscarriage; I asked the staff to send me the ceremony she described. They gave me two versions – one for an individual, and one for a couple. I was moved by the latter and so was Sam, so we decided to make a joint appointment. Not unlike our time at the mikveh before the birth of our daughter, we came together to read words that choked us up, but this time for such different reasons:

Here we stand, the two of us together. The two of us, alone. We were counting the weeks until our child would be born. But the promise of life ended too soon. God, we mourn today for the one who could have been…

Even though Sam’s mantra in all of this was that my body was likely doing its job of taking care of an unhealthy pregnancy, it was still a loss. I am thankful that we turned toward one another in the face of that.

At the mikveh we prayed for help in continuing to move ahead.

Source of Healing, help us find healing among those who care for us, among our friends and loved ones who tend to us. And when the time is right, help us to dare to choose life again.

Who knows what the coming months will look like and feel like, but at the mikveh we marked the trust we have in our partnership, the confidence and comfort we feel in our midwife and all those who cared for us, and the belief in the ability of our bodies. We also marked our fortune in having a family that held our tears, a community that was gentle with us, and a mikveh that acknowledges the need for many types of healing.

May God who blessed our ancestors, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah, grant to me refu’at hanefesh u’refu’at haguf—a full healing of body and spirit… As we have wept together, so may we yet soon gather to rejoice. Amen.

Elisha Gechter is the Program Manager for Wexner Israel Programs at Harvard. She is passionate about Jewish learning, is a lover of organizing and lives in Cambridge, MA with her husband Sam and daughter Zoe.

 

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4 Responses to My Miscarriage and My Mikveh

  1. Sara Luria says:

    Just FYI – I just posted this on our ImmerseNYC FB page – I can’t tag you unfortunately because FB won’t let me! Thanks, Sara

    On Wed, Mar 9, 2016 at 9:01 AM, The Mikveh Lady Has Left The Building wrote:

    > mayyimhayyim posted: “by Elisha Gechter You see blood and it changes > everything. You go from being unharmed to wounded, from ritually ready > (tahor) to ritually unready (tameh), and sometimes from being pregnant to > losing that pregnancy. And that’s what happened to me – at 1” >

  2. Deborah says:

    Dear Elisha, I send you my heartfelt ongoing healing energies. I also send my heartfelt thanks. I don’t doubt that I am the only person touched by the candid yet gentle ‘specifics’ you describe within your miscarriage experience. In reading, I found myself transported 35 years back to my miscarriage experience and was struck by the similarities of the ‘specifics’. A 3 year old to look after hence ‘needing to be cool’ as I contact my physician begining my confusion/interpretation of being told: “It may be ok or it may not we’ll see.” It osoon appeared as though “not ok” would be the verdict. Aware & being grateful for those around me that provided help remains….Yet I feel you nailed it speaking the truth quite clearly: “You see blood and it changes everything.” Perhaps it is due to the times, but I know 35 years ago, hearing a strong statement such as that, followed by the sharing and affirming of some of your journey I would have found very helpful! I certainly do now! Honesty is like that it seems, ageless in the help factor. My journey has proven “Ok” regardless. Time seems to show us that if we but pay attention. I’m grateful that you chose to pay attention enough to share your story, and that I ran across it! Thank you and you husband for your openess. Blessings, Deborah.

    • egechter says:

      Wow Deborah thank you for sharing this comment. I’ve been stuck by the responses I received from those who read the blog post just as they were going through or recovering from a miscarriage and from those who went through one decade ago, like yourself. It seems it can still be fresh from either perspective and I am so glad that in sharing my story I found myself so much less lonely, being virtually surrounded by all the people who experienced this kind of loss at some point in their life. Thank you for being part of that virtual community and know that we, and so many others, will always share that connection.

  3. Ingrid says:

    I am sitting here at 42 and having lost 2 babies in the last 12 months, realizing that you just confirmed what my heart has been asking me to do: the Mikveh. Your words so eloquently describes the loss and the hope. Thank you for sharing. This has given me the encouragement I needed.

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