As Popeye Would Say…
August 31, 2009
So I need to put this out there in the universe (who has been so gracious and kind to me these past 18 months…that’s sarcasm, just in case you were wondering…): I can only do what I can do, you can accept that or not.
This is in response to a teeny, tiny, select group of people who seem to think that after 18 months, I should be fully capable of attending a baby shower, holding an infant or, for that matter, being in the same room with an infant. I can’t talk about your perfect pregnancy in detail, I can’t look at ultrasound pictures. I can ask you polite questions, I can watch your tummy get bigger, I can cheer you on when your due date arrives. I can only do what I can do.
I need you to understand that it’s not jealousy. I want another baby badly, I think I’ve made that clear on this blog and it’s very aggravating when people stand upwind of their husbands and get pregnant. But I also still miss my boys. I know you think that I should be okay after 18 months but I’m n0t. I will be eventually but I’m not there yet. Your ultrasound pictures? They bring up that day in the hospital when the Dr. S said, “I’m so sorry but I’m not seeing a heartbeat.” You can’t imagine that pain and I hope you never find out. That’s what I see when you email me your ultrasound pictures. Your baby shower? I can’t do it. It’s not that I never got one. I just can’t go and see all the tiny little outfits that my boys might have worn but now, never will. If I hide your profile on Facebook because I can’t read any more posts about how sick/cranky/tired/whatever you are because you’re pregnant, it’s only because it would never occur to me to complain about something I loved, miss and desperately want back. I rubbed my tummy, I sang to them, I gleefully looked forward to morning sickness because that meant I was pregnant.
I am what I am right now and I can only do what I can do.
You can take or leave it.
Secret Garden Meeting August, 2009
August 31, 2009
For those of you who don’t know, The Secret Garden site is for parents of lost babies to go and write about their children. Oftentimes, we don’t get to talk about some of the things we want to because we don’t have anyone to talk about them to. This month’s Meeting topic was something that Hubby and I thought about on Sunday in anticipation of starting the adoption process.
If you created a bedroom for your baby tell us what it was like.
We had planned to have the boys stay in our room until they were older. Our bedroom at that house was huge so we thought a “co-sleeper” on each side of the bed would be perfect. Then Baby A died. We decided that we would turn the corner of our bedroom into a nursery for Baby B. We got a crib and a changing table that Hubby put together for me to look at while on bedrest.
Did you have it ready for them before they were born?
Yes, eventhough Baby B died at 22 weeks, his changing table and crib were ready, his Winnie the Pooh pictures and decorations were on the walls. I had folded all of his nightgowns, onsies and diapers into baskets….I thought I had more time to make up his bed and I had a baby shower coming up so I didn’t buy any linens…
If so how did you cope coming home to it without your baby?
Not well. I came home to look at an empty crib. I remember laying down on the bed, in front of the empty crib and changing table and sobbing to the point that I leaned over and threw up in the trash can.
Did you pack it all away?
I had to. We were in the process of buying a house when Baby B died. We closed on the house a week after we lost him so all of the “nursery” had to be packed up and moved with no baby. I made Hubby take down and move the furniture and the car seat and all of their baby clothes to the new house. I didn’t want the movers to touch any of their things. It wasn’t rational but I didn’t care. I took one night when Hubby was at karate class and packed all of the onsies and nightgowns people had bought me or given me, the tiny little Tevas that Hubby at gotten me to cheer me up when A died into storage bins. I cried so hard and so loud that my neighbor heard me and came over and held me for an hour.
What is your baby’s room now?
In the new house, we put all of the baby stuff into what will be the nursery and shut the door. We bought the house 18 months ago and I haven’t been in there since.
If you are trying to conceive again, or are pregnant again how do you feel about setting up another room before your baby is born?
Since we have been talking about adoption, I know that we have to have a place for our baby to come home to so I know it will have to be done for the homestudy. I worry about that. How am I going to face walking in there and looking at things that should have been the boys? I’m hoping that I can call on friends and family to make it something fun and joyful. I think with more people there, I won’t be tempted to look at the sadness but focus on the happiness. Since, we are also still actively trying, I have also thought about that. I have it in my head that I won’t put a nursery together until I get passed 22 weeks. Then the baby will have lived longer then his/her brothers. I don’t think that’s reasonable because I know I will be excited about another baby and want to make up a nursery since I really didn’t get to that for the boys but I know that I will be terrified too. I don’t know. I guess I just want to find out…
Poem
July 20, 2009
My friend, T, she’s my sorority sister and one of my people. She’s lost 2 little girls (at separate times, no less). She sent me this in response to my last posting. I thought I would share. I’m thinking that I will take some of the suggestions and finish their baby book with the ultrasound pictures and the cards – maybe find a box to put it all in. I can do this when Hubby is out of town next week…I haven’t heard from J, I will keep you posted as to what she says…if the answer is no, I might make a plea to all my crafty and creative readers to help me with this….
My Child
You left this life too soon, my child.
Your arrival to our family was greatly anticipated.
We cherished the opportunity t o share our love
And watch you grow and become your own person.
But you were taken from us too soon.
We will go on without you, although it will be difficult.
You will be missed and loved for as long as we live.
May we be together on the other side of this life.
A star will always shine brightly in our hearts for you.
Thank you for blessing our lives even so briefly.
Goodbye, my dear child!