Hmmm....I'm hoping it's hormones and my body is finally going to welcome Aunt Flo back and get me back on track, but whatever it is, I don't like it. Maybe it's the rain. Today has been tough, to say the least. I have had some good days over the last few weeks. My old life seems to be breaking through to the surface and I can hold it together for the most part...most days. Today was different. It started with walking the kids to school this morning. On the way home, I saw a journal on the sidewalk, turned it over, and sure enough...it was Hayley's. She had dropped it on the way to school and luckily it was I who found it on my way home. I looked through it, thinking it was school-related, only to be shocked that it was a journal, of sorts. She talked about me being 9 weeks pregnant and how she was so excited. She spoke of how she hoped that this baby would make it and wouldn't be a "miscarridge" or a "still born." The next page jumped straight to the loss. There was a picture of her, happy, holding a baby and what was her "futurized" ideal of what it would be like to have the baby here. Next, a picture of her crying, the baby next to her, and said: "The day his heart stopped...mine broke." O..M..G..
I sat on the couch and tried to gather my thoughts and stop the tears, but for some reason a picture of Hayley when she was 5 popped in my head like someone was showing it to me. In the picture, I had photoshopped a picture of a baby Trevor sleeping, into the palms of her hands. It stung like a bee because I realized that that was exactly how I had held Andrew three months ago, cupped in my hands just like that. The only difference was she was so beautiful and giddy holding him....such a happy picture.
I just still can't wrap my head around my loss. It seems more and more surreal and like it never happened, but then I stare at the last sonogram and remember how big and perfect he was, how active he was, how....he was. Period. Then I look at his picture, so tiny, yet so real, looking like Trevor. I try to imagine that I shouldn't be seeing him at all, but he should be in my belly kicking me, causing me backaches and pains. I should be wondering who he would look like. What color would his hair be - blonde like Hayley or brown like Trevor? Instead, he is REALLY in this stuffed animal that I hold, and kiss, and hug, and sleep with when I need him close. It's one thing for me to feel this way, but for Hayley, an 11-year-old sweetheart....it really pisses me off. She is truly such a great kid. I could not have asked for a better daughter. Why does she have to suffer? She is so strong, and like me, she hides her feelings well to protect others. I didn't realize how this all affected her. I didn't think she really noticed how sucky her summer was, again. Or maybe I had just hoped that she hadn't. Finishing off her journal it said she had a sucky summer and she hated it. So much for that. I am going to have a talk with her soon when we are alone. I need to see just how badly she is still affected by this. She knows she can talk to me about anything, but she is playing the adult role...well, and taking after me by suffering silently so she doesn't affect anyone else. It breaks my heart.
I don't know what to think anymore. I think I have adapted a more "take it as it comes" attitude, but it is still hard. I wish I was still pregnant and all these last three months were just a dream, but it's not. It's still hard to imagine that I am supposed to be pregnant...because I'm not. I'm trying to let go. I'm trying to focus on the future and adapt a more positive attitude. I'm trying. When life throws you curveballs....they each hit you in the shin....is that how that goes? It seems that way. I'm alive though. I've got a great family, great kids. I am starting to take better care of myself and see that there is happiness in my life, even through the sorrow. I know that I can make it through this, and even though it still hurts, it won't keep me down. Maybe in a month or so my body will be worked out and back on track...it will be easier to forget that I am still recovering when I'm not constantly waiting for my body to catch up. I've been walking and exercising, so I am already feeling physically better. Now, if I can just get my emotions on track....
On a brighter note, and not to seem like I'm sounding so redundant (it seems like all my posts end up being me rambling about the same thing, trying to figure out how I feel or make sense of everything), the kids are doing great in school. Hayley's teachers had nothing to say but what a pleasure she was, sweet kid, SHY and QUIET (WHAT!?!), and that she didn't seem to be having attention problems! Everyone at the school seemed so nice....almost Stepford Wives, Twilight Zone nice. That's a good thing, though. :) Hayley still loves school. Trevor says his teacher is mean, but he has somehow managed to get a sticker on his chart every day of school so far, and that is saying a lot considering his teacher is known as the meanest in the school. He hasn't given me problems about going or anything, which was a big fear of mine. He gets out of the car in the morning, yells, "Love you, Mom," in his husky voice, and trots off into the school. I love him so much. He puts a smile on my face every morning.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
|Sending our letters and balloons to Heaven|
|Giving Andrew a ride. : )|
|My mom and aunts|
Posted by Cannonman at 1:15 PM