A few words about him December 6, 2011
He’s the strong, silent type.
He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but I always know where he stands.
He’s calm and reassuring, even when the storm shakes him to his core.
He takes care of me-not just physically, but my heart, too.
He allows me to talk when I feel like talking, but he holds me in the silence when there are no words.
He makes decisions and takes care of things I cannot handle.
He lovingly has met all my needs to the best of his ability.
He is my buffer, and my guard.
He keeps me grounded in our faith.
He has brought me anything he thought might ease my pain and not judged me for it.
He has never demanded I move on or told me how or when to heal but has allowed me to work through my own heart.
His strength has carried me through and allowed me to be vulnerable.
Even though he is in pain, he has not let it overtake him so that he can be there for me.
I’m thankful for his strong arms and enveloping hugs that make me feel secure.
For his quiet way of sacrificial living and loving and supporting and giving.
I could not have made it this far without him-my husband, my soul-mate, my friend.
green with envy… December 3, 2011
Last night I dreamed of a memorial service for our son and my husband and I left early and couldn’t speak. There were no words. We did not have a service. At least not a public one. My health was too bad (I couldn’t get out of bed for a week and a half) and to be honest, we just wanted to grieve privately. We were just so raw and vulnerable and hurting. I couldn’t even talk really for days. There were no words to echo what I felt. The words attempting to describe my heart came later. And still they do not come close to revealing the depths of my sufferings. I thought we might regret not having a service, but we don’t. I think next year, on his birthday, I may be able to handle that.
Facebook is a painful place lately…
I can count about five of my friends off-hand that were all due a few weeks after me and lately FB has been filled with ultrasound pictures and gender announcements. It’s not that I am not happy for them, it’s just so hard to handle right now when we lost our little boy. It feels so unfair. It’s turning me into a jealous green monster! It’s truly hard to describe the pain in my heart. I know in my head it’s not right to feel this or even be jealous. I would not want them to suffer what I went through and deep within me I am happy for their blessings. It’s just the contrast is bringing out my deep loss…
So FB will not be seeing me for a long while….
As hard as this has been, I cannot imagine how I will feel when our baby’s due date passes and everyone else’s babies are being born…
I suppose that’s another battle for another day.
THIS AND THAT… December 1, 2011
Warning: this blog is a little of this and a little of that. I’m not sure how it flows, but this is me right now, so please bear with me!
So a friend suggested I start a project or something to help me to have something to focus on. It was a very good idea! It has helped me to stop wallowing in grief all day and night. So I started a family closet. Which led to re-organizing the clothes, toys, and garage. You know how when you move something, it leads to another and another? Crazy of me, I know. I haven’t been able to stop the last few days. I’m completely exhausted and making myself feel sick but I keep going. I know if I stop, I’ll break down. So I keep going. Not such a “healthy” way of dealing with things-running from grief. From pain. I don’t want to deal with all the tears and feelings today. So I am running from them.
Until I cannot run anymore…
I have had so much anxiety. People are too much for me right now. Any stress seems too much to bear. I don’t want to leave the house much. It seems overwhelming to me. I am really embarrassed by this for some reason. Maybe because I am normally such a people person-and fearless at that-and this feeling of being actually anxious around others is new to me. I am usually quite capable but I feel so very out of control of everything right now-especially my emotions. Is it because I’m on edge of what they will say? Because I will feel too depressed or too guilty for not being too depressed? Because I’m afraid of breaking down and crying in front of them?
I’m not sure…
I still touch my stomach, as if he’s still there. It’s so hard to one day be filled with another life and be the home and the only thing Andrew knew-where his life began and ended and now to be so empty. Which brings on other feelings of guilt and failure as a mother. A mother’s instinct is to protect and I was powerless to help my baby.
And so the emptiness of my womb echoes the emptiness of my heart…
life all around me November 29, 2011
Another dark day, I think.
Sometimes its hard to hear of all the life going on around us right now. Our lives have stopped. Don’t you know we can’t go on as always, as if nothing every happened??
It’s these days that its hard for the day to start before it has begun. The tasks of the day ahead seem insurmountable. I feel listless and tired. I’m sad and heavy-hearted. It’s as if my strength is gone.
And, yet, I know that checking out of life and not being thankful for what He has so graciously given me is what the enemy wants. Sometimes its as if He’s asking in His quiet way “will you still serve Me when everything goes wrong?”
And so on I go-sometimes in a numb kind of way, going through the motions or choking back the tears that too easily come.
“There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief….and unspeakable love.”
THANKSGIVING November 23, 2011
Thanksgiving is just a couple of days away.
I’m not sure how to face the next few days…thankful…
I will choose to focus on what I DO have instead of what I’ve lost. I will freely admit, just the basics (laundry, dishes, meals, A SHOWER) are hard to manage right now. I have little ones pulling my attention many different ways. I am choosing to be thankful for them. I know there are so many of you out there who have lost a baby and do not have the comfort of another child’s arms. So for that, I have so much to be thankful for! Some days, knowing they need me is the only thing that wills me out of bed. Other days, I bury myself further under the covers and wish I could be left alone to cry! It’s hard not to feel like a terrible mother because with all these emotions, my fuse is super short. I pray God gives them the grace to pardon me and me the grace to respond well.
I hope I do not sound ungrateful because I truly am blessed. We have so much to be thankful for. It’s just so hard to focus on gratefulness when my heart is full of such ache. So this weekend, when I know I will be thinking of nothing but the emptiness, I pray I can somehow rise above it all and truly in my heart be THANKFUL for a loving husband, my beautiful children, the brief time we had with Andrew, and my own life. I’m thankful for medical advances that have made something that would have taken a mother’s life two generations ago, easily sustained. I will be thankful for the food we are so blessed to have and the friends and family we are able to enjoy.
I will be thankful for the blessing of beautiful friends who have been here for us in amazing ways-lovingly watching our children, bringing meals, being there to cry on and talk to, and truly hurting with us. We are so thankful for the friends who sent amazing flowers, books, emails, and cards that comforted our hearts. Friends who offered to clean, take our kids for a walk, or even bring a coffee!
This morning I heard BLESSED BE YOUR NAME by Matt Redman. His song is based on Job so I looked up these verses: Job 1:21 “…The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.” and Job 2:10 “Shall we accept good from God and not trouble?”
Job had lost everything and he chose to still praise and not curse God. But I also realize that even in Job it was the enemy who killed, stole, and destroyed-not God. Even though the Lord allowed it. Why He allowed it is the part that is so very difficult…
These are the times in our walk when we are tried and shaken to our very core and all we are left with is a simple choice. It’s a choice because it’s not what we feel, it’s what we know.
Though there is pain in the offering, I will choose to say…
blessed be the Name of the Lord.