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….
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…
A Second Poem…
July 21, 2009
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.