I keep hearing of all the stories of others and their miscarriages. I know people share them with me in an attempt to bring comfort but they actually make me hurt even more. It's almost makes me feel like people are saying that this is a common thing, it happens to lots of people therefore it is not a big deal and I should not be so upset. John reminds me that the Bible says that no man knows another mans suffering.
For some reason, this loss has been even more difficult than our first miscarriage. I remember having the same feelings and thoughts but the depth and gravity of them is much more significant this time. The reality is that both miscarriages have impacted us deeply.
From the moment we knew we were pregnant, which was about 15 weeks ago, just a few days after we actually conceived that life growing inside of me was loved. It was not just a fetus. The life was our child, our baby girl, the missing part of our family. The picture of our life and our family had already changed. The dreams of her future were already forming. This was not a miscarriage. This was the loss of our youngest child, our baby girl.
I don't even know how to take the next breath or the next step. I really don't even know how to say what I am feeling. I don't know what I want or what I need. I am not even sure what to think or how I feel. One moment I am num, the next I am overwhelmed with the idea of completing even the smallest task, the next I am in tears... then the cycle repeats. When I talk about it, sometimes I break down in tears and sometimes there are no tears, which almost feel worse.
Tears or no tears, I am beyond broken hearted. Broken seems too light of a term, like it could be easily pieced back together. Shattered isn't even strong enough a term. Yet, when I try to put the state of my heart into words, I feel like I am being melodramatic and that I need to pull it together, suck it up and be strong.
I don't want to make decisions. I don't want to think at all. I am afraid to think because all thoughts lead back to my baby.
I have no energy or desire to get dressed or shower yet I want to look beautiful because I think somehow that will make feel better.
I don't want to even glance down because I might catch a glimpse of the huge belly that once held my baby girl, the baby my arms never got to hold. I don't want to move because when I do, my hand accidentally brushes against my "baby bump" or stops and rests on that ledge caused by the bump. I forget for a moment that she is not there and I rub my hand across the bump with a fleeting moment of joy. I still look pregnant. I still feel pregnant. Then I have to remind myself that the nightmare is a reality. I am no longer pregnant. My baby girl is gone.
I don't want to stay home because every room reminds me of losing her. I don't want to go out because I see newborns and pregnant women and immediately I am filled with sadness and miss my baby girl.
I don't want to sleep because I awake from dreams about my baby girl. I don't want to be awake because I am haunted with images of her lifeless little body hanging from mine. I am reminded of the days I carried her inside of me knowing she was no longer alive. I am haunted by thoughts of what was done with the remains of her body.
I don't know how to take care of my kids right now. I just want to hold them and not let go but I have no energy, physically, mentally or emotionally to even fill their sippy cups, let alone to think about meals, or cleaning or even any of the minor daily tasks like showering, because all of it seems so overwhelming.
I am not sure I want to see friends or talk to people because I am afraid of what might be said or asked. It's not their fault; they mean well, I just have no filter right now. I am also afraid of what I will say or what they will think about decisions I have made and how I am handling this. I have enough questions and mind games about what has been done with her body, about her having a name and so much more so I don't want to be judged about those things. I am just dealing with them the best I know how right now.
Yet, I don't want to be alone. I am afraid to be alone. I guess I want them to be here, just not necessarily to talk about it. I want them here so I am not alone. I want them here to help take care of my kids so they are distracted from all this too. So I can take off and cry if I want to or just be alone for a minute or just be.
I want to feel joy and peace again. I want to have a mind filled with images of beauty and life again.
I want to see Lofton in a state of peace again. No matter how hard I try to be "normal" for him, he understands and senses so much. His little heart is full of sadness and he has shared some of that with us as he continues to talk about his little sister.
I want to sleep without dreams and nightmares.
I want to see my husband completely healed from this heartache as well. He has been the rock for all of us yet I know he is feeling all the same pain I am, and has yet even more images to deal with from the day of the delivery here at home. I want someone to finish the other rental house for John (free of charge!!!) and take care of his work responsibilities for him so that he can have a break and so that we can all be together. Then, I want to go away for a long weekend with him so we can have time together to talk and heal.
I want to redo my bathroom so that I have a new image when I walk in there and hopefully am not reminded of the delivery of the baby every time I walk in there. (For that matter, I want to start all of our "someday" remodel projects so I can have a new focus.)
I want my hair done, a manicure and pedicure, lashes tinted, one of those rejuvenating skin facials to brighten my face, and waxing so I don't have to worry about shaving or plucking for the next few weeks. I bet that sounds stupid, maybe even vain or shallow but I guess I want anything that would make me look half way put together without me doing the work of "getting ready" every day.!.. a "mend my heart makeover" ... not that it would mend my heart but maybe for a moment I could feel relaxed and pretty and maybe it would help relieve a little of the stress of all the tasks that still need to be completed daily and that I have no energy to tackle. Maybe if I could look a little better on the outside without having to work as much for it, I could somehow not feel as awful on the inside.
If only I could go to sleep for about a month then wake up and find out that this was all just a horrible dream.
But when it is all said and done,
I am grateful for my God, who gives me strength. I am grateful for His word that gives me hope. I am grateful for His people who give me support. I am grateful for His gifts to me- John, Lofton and Keller, who give me reason to live. So, I will do my best to think on these things!
Phil 4:8-9Summing it all up, friends, I'd say I WILL do best by filling MY mind and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. ..(I WILL DO MY BEST TO )Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work ME into his most excellent harmonies.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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