For the most part, our community has been overwhelmingly supportive. People have supported us in some incredible ways as we face life without another of our children. But, here recently, I've been getting some questions. And some subtle hints, almost accusations. So, I want to just address this upfront. Because, I feel like even when people haven't asked, they're wondering. What happened?
With Reagan, we never knew. We had no clue why she died. One minute she was healthy, the next she wasn't. She was normal, I was normal. And yet, she was gone. I've spent nearly 5 years questioning myself, wondering if I did something wrong. Did I eat the wrong food? Did I come into contact with something? Did I not sleep enough, not eat enough vegetables, not wash said vegetables long enough, work too hard, swim in dirty water, etc. I imagine I'll wonder these for a lifetime. Because, we have no answers. None. No clue, not even a guess, as to what went wrong.
For Lucas, that is different. He was healthy, I was healthy. And yet, he died. It's like getting struck my lightening twice. But this time, we have some answers. I still wonder if I should have known something, I still question my mommy instincts, I still wonder what is wrong with me. But, the answers help cut down on the blame, on the guilt, just a bit. Lucas suffered a cord accident. There, I wrote those words. Our precious baby boy, perfectly formed, died because of a "fluke". His cord developed abnormally thin in the middle. We knew about his velamentous cord insertion and were monitoring that, but that was not the area where they found a problem. It was right in the middle, where it suddenly became only 2mm in diameter on the outside, not enough space for nutrients to continue to pass. That is all. Not a syndrome, not a condition that Lucas had, not something I put on my face or ate or did or didn't do. Having an answer helps some days. The questions do not.