I told my husband I was pregnant on October 14, 2015. I remember it very clearly, not only because of how happy I was that we were going to have another baby but also because it was his birthday. I had taken the first pregnancy test exactly a week before and it was negative but after waiting a week and still not starting my cycle, I decided to take another one and it was positive. I was elated! I thought it could not have been more perfect! To be able to tell my husband on his birthday that we were being blessed with another baby…you could not get more perfect! And I already knew exactly how I was going to tell him, I had bought Dada by Jimmy Fallon (FYI, I LOVE Jimmy Fallon) and I wrote on the inside cover,
Since Preston’s first word wasn’t Dada
Maybe you’ll have better luck with the next one.
Baby Jacobs #2 is on the way!
Due June 2016
The best part was, since it was his birthday, he didn’t think it was odd that I was taking pictures and captured his reaction the moment he found out about the baby. Now, instead of the picture filling me with joy, I am haunted and full of regret. Did I ruin his birthday for the rest of his life? Every year will he remember this particular birthday and the gift he got that was then just ripped away from us? What if I had waited, even just one more day to take the test? Then we would not associate this pain with a day that should be all about him. And then that is when all the other, what if’s start.
It’s very easy to look back at every decision I made and question if I could have changed the outcome. Or what if I had gone to a doctor earlier and they found the tumor on my thyroid before it got so big, I could be in the final weeks of a healthy pregnancy instead of having to wait 6 months before we can even think about starting to try again. It is very easy to think about everything I would have done differently now that I see what came of those decisions and to live in the could’ve, should’ve, and would’ve.
I talk to my son all the time about making the good choice (something I totally stole from my sister-in-law who is an awesome Mom). When he is about to do something we both know is wrong, I will ask him, “What is the good choice?” And every time, he knows what the good choice is, he just doesn’t always make it. Well, if I expect him to make the good choice, I think I should be making the good choice too. I need to realize that no matter what I did, I could not have changed what happened and as much as that hurts, it’s ok. The good choice is, to focus on our future and not live buried under heaps of regret.