Losing the Battle…
October 6, 2009
I heard this quote this morning on NPR:
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. ” – Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms.
I had forgotten about this book and this quote having read it YEARS ago. When the person being interviewed said the quote, he was referencing his own war experiences. He mistakenly thought the quote was a reflection of the character “Henry” and, by extension, Hemingway’s experience of being wounded in a mortar attack in Italy during World War I.
In fact, the quote is made by the character “Henry” in reference to his son being born still, not war. I realized as I was driving that while the interviewee attributed the quote to the wrong loss for the main character, death of our boys was like a battle. It was like a war. I’m hurt, I’m bruised and bloodied. Hubby is wounded – there exists collateral damage in our life. There is tremendous loss and a deep well of anger. There are days when The Battle of Grief and Loss is more costly than any other war I can think of…There are days when I’m sure I’m losing The Battle and those are days I am grateful for The Silent Army…
I just wish The Battle would end soon….
I Drank The Kool-Aid…
September 14, 2009
So Hubby and I found out on Friday that we were in for the orientation at the adoption center on Saturday. We were pleased to see a same-sex couple at the orientation and two potential single parents…made me very happy since a lot of adoption agencies are not inclusive of people of different religions and lifestyles. I don’t want to be a part of something that excludes….But this agency is a non-profit that handles only open adoptions. Their policy seems to be no judgments on birth mothers or adoptive parents. That is the kind of organization I want to support…
I think that Hubby and I had this notion of what an open adoption is and that was making us apprehensive about going that route. We’ve all seen the dramas on TV, particularly, the LifeTime Channel, right? Birth mother is a crack addict with no money and she wants to hand over her baby to you – for the right price , of course – and then 6 months later, comes back and says, I want to be a part of MY baby’s life and you will let me or I will get MY baby back. Yeah, no. That’s not even close to the truth. This agency is all about the counseling and the planning. They counsel everyone – birth mother, birth father, adoptive parents…I loved that they really work with the birthmother about her feelings of loss and grief when she leaves the hospital without her baby. I know what it feels like to go to the hospital pregnant and come home with no baby. I would never want another woman to feel that much pain and hurt.
There would be a planning session about what type of open adoption we can agreed to – could be pictures and notes, birthday parties, monthly dinners, phone calls….it’s really about give and take and what we are comfortable with. I came to the realization that because I want a baby so badly, I can’t imagine not wanting to spend every single second with my baby and that’s what I was a afraid a birth mother would feel. The counselor said that oftentimes, the problems becomes not enough contact because the birth mother sees that the adoptive parents are good and loving people and the baby is safe and cared for so they begin to pull away to live their own life. Most of the birth mothers are between 18-24 and are in school or working full time. I like that she will always have the option of knowing what’s going on in the baby’s life though and not wondering what has become of the child.
It was not all sunshine and roses though (and I’m not even talking about the money). They try hard to get good matches for adoptive parents but sometimes they fall through. I think that will be tough for us emotionally. The counselor said that we can’t think of them as “failed adoptions,” just bad “first dates….” Easier said than done for someone who hasn’t suffered numerous miscarriage and the death of twin boys.
And yes, I told the group about our boys. I spoke of our loss and it was hard and maybe not the right thing to do but I did. I can’t think about adding another baby to our family without acknowledging the babies we have already. Right or wrong, good or bad, that’s how I feel.
I can honestly say, after that orientation, I wouldn’t do anything but an open adoption and I probably won’t go anywhere else to do it.
Now, stay tuned as Surviving Baby and Hubby rob a bank….just kidding…not really…no, I am…or not….
Mending My Heart…
July 17, 2009
I called on Monday to have the boys’ death certificates amended to include their names. We didn’t give their names to the doctor at the hospital, I can’t remember…morphine….
The boys don’t have death certificates.
They never drew a breath outside of my belly. I was told that they aren’t entitled to any certificate.
Why does this bother me so? Yeah, I don’t know. I discussed this at length with the therapist and she thinks that I just need something to hold on to so that I don’t feel like they are slipping away or that I needed this for closure. I don’t know. I feel like the universe gave me closure when it took them from me. I’ve struggled with how I wanted to remember them, what I’ve wanted something that I could look at if I wanted to but put away if I needed to. A tattoo is not something I can just put away…a piece of jewelry maybe? Nothing I have seen has spoken to me in away that I would want to remember the boys. I have a great key chain that I love but I can’t decide if I want something I can put in their baby book or…I just don’t know….I feel unsettled…
I took a deep breath this morning, swallowed my tears and emailed a friend who draws – J, she’s a sorority sister who lives in San Fran. I wanted to call her but it’s been to hard to even say the words to Hubby. He doesn’t know there are no death certificates. I don’t know if it will matter to him. Anywho, I’ve asked her to make me certificates for the boys. I have no idea what she will say…it’s a lot to ask someone – “can you sit down for a couple of hours and make a little memorial to my dead babies? ” Good times.
I’m hoping she will say yes but if not, I will find something else…I think I need to do this.