Katie with her daughter Seraiah and her best friend Emily at the Hoosier Half Marathon. Katie ran while pregnant with Seraiah, and then during this race when she was 4 1/2 months old; Katie pushed her in a stroller.

Katie with her daughter Seraiah and her best friend Emily at the Hoosier Half Marathon. Katie ran while pregnant with Seraiah, and then during this race when she was 4 1/2 months old; Katie pushed her in a stroller.

December 28, 2012 marks my most important mile. As a mother runner, each mile of pregnancy is a mile shared with my child. I ran all through my first two pregnancies and loved it. As I was training for my first marathon, I was excited to discover I once again had a running buddy on board. With the go ahead from my midwife, I carefully continued my runs and anticipated crossing the finish line for two.

On Dec. 27, 14 days before the race, we found out that our baby no longer had a heartbeat. While I was comforted that my midwife did not believe my running (or anything else I had done/not done) had caused the miscarriage, I was still devastated. I was scheduled to leave for Israel six days later, so she scheduled a D&E for the following day.

I woke up the following morning and had a few hours before surgery, so I did what I would normally do — I went running. Despite the fact that I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight, and the nurse who would later attempt to start my IV was not altogether fond of my choice, I went out for one last three mile run with the baby I would never get to hold or push in the jogging stroller. As I circled the park, I thought about our miles together—the first terrible run I had when I didn’t yet know I was pregnant, the evening runs past houses covered in Christmas lights—and I smiled at happy memories.

As I turned the corner and ran the final mile, I said goodbye. I would never get to talk to this child as the miles ticked by, or feel him settle into the spot that all of my babies kick when I’m pregnant, but I could be at peace. I was able to have one last run with my baby, and for me, there would have been no better way to say goodbye.

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