Scars are interesting things. They tell stories of our wounds. They remind us of mistakes or hurts. They almost always stay with us our entire lives.
I don't have pretty scars. In fact, I scar really badly. They are always puffy, huge, and just generally icky looking. My stretch marks, (which are really scars) are the perfect example. Deep, puffy, and colorful.
One time, back in high school, I cut myself on a spring that came out of my parents couch. It cut the fleshy part of the back of my upper arm. It hurt, and it bled a tiny bit, but nothing that needed stitches and it was easily taken care of with a few band aids. It healed in a week or so. I STILL have a MASSIVE scar from that. Its still puffy, very pink, and, actually, its still tender.
My c/s scar is another example. A few of my friends have mentioned that their c/s scars have faded away. My c/s was over 6 years ago. The edges have faded but the center is still puffy, pink, and slightly painful if pressed/kicked/hit/shaved.
When I first had my c/s, it was very painful. The incision hurt like heck for a long time. Eventually, it stopped hurting so bad all of the time. It only hurt when I was on my stomach or did sit ups. Then, it stopped hurting unless I poked my incision site. Now, its only painful if it has direct contact with something sharp or hard.
It seems like my grief from losing all of our babies is similar. At first, it hurt all of the time. It hurt badly all. of. the. time. Then, after a little while, I would go a few days with out it crippling me. Then, a few weeks. Now, it seems it only creeps in when I come in direct contact with something hard.
I used to think that getting pregnant post-miscarriage and having a live baby would relieve my grief. But, unfortunately, it doesn't. It helps fade my scars, and it keeps me from thinking about them all of the time. But, those puffy, pink, deep scars will be with me the rest of my life.
You wouldn't think my own pregnancy would trigger grief and sadness. But, it does. When I look at the ultrasounds of our new precious baby, I'm reminded off all of the babies we never got to see. All of the babies we never got to hear heartbeats from. All of the babies we grieved over. All of the babies that are missing from our family.
So it seems, right now, something hard is pressing into my scars, and it hurts.
Surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows; Yet we esteemed Him stricken,Smitten by God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed.