Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Cuts like a Knife

Through my journey I have had a lot of love and support, but also I have learned just how insensitive, rude, and downright stupid people can be.  Here are some of the things I have been told, that have driven me over the edge on several occasions, especially when I'm sad, these words have felt like salt being poured into my wounds.










"It happens." - I know it happens, but did I ever think it would happen to me?  Or the third time it has happened does it make me feel better to know miscarriages happen?  NO!  It happens is so short and brief and can make one feel that their family or friend just brushed it off with no regard.  This was my child, my dream, and my hope, "it happens," doesn't begin to explain the feelings I am going through.

"Now you have an angel looking after you." - I don't want an angel (or 3) I want my babies.

"It won't happen again." - Really, I'm on my 3rd go around, it can happen again, all you have to do is look at my situation.  I'm proof.

“It’s for the best or It’s better this way.” - Would you say this to someone who lost a parent or spouse to cancer? What about someone who lost a friend or relative in a car accident? Did those people die because it is somehow better that they did? The loss of this little baby is the loss of a person, and no grieving parent wants to hear that their child died because it’s better this way.

“There was probably something wrong with the baby.” - Because no matter the disease, disorder, or handicap, I still miss my child. I would greatly welcome a special needs baby to my family, I want to become a parent, end of story.

“Better luck next time.” - I'm not joking, this has been said to me.  I don't even really have an response just that some people are plain stupid.

“You’re young you will have another chance.” Great you have a crystal ball and can tell the future!  Can you tell me tomorrow's winning lottery numbers too?  There are no guarantees that my next pregnancy will be successful or that because I am young that I will have a healthy pregnancy.

“God wanted it this way.” or “It is God’s will.” - This may be so. And it may be that we live in a fallen world where death and disease are part of it. But words like this make me feel like I should not be sad that I lost my children and I am not allowed to grieve.

Sometimes others just don't understand and don't know what to say to make things better.  To be honest, nothing you say can make the situation better, but there is one statement that lets me know you are here for me and you care it is, "I'm sorry for you loss."  Simple as that.  I understand it may be uncomfortable for people to talk about, hell the whole process and loss is uncomfortable to me, but when people don't acknowledge it or the loss of my babies, it cuts like knife.  Sometimes I feel all alone in this journey and don't know who I can share with.  I am thankful for the ones who have told me they are sorry for my loss and are here for me any time of the day or night.  The flip side of this is, I've only heard this from a few people...grief is difficult, no one wants to go through it, including me.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Tear Soup

Iam so thankful for wonderful women I have met across the country via an online support group for women who are trying to conceive and those who have suffered loss.  These women are my rocks.  They never judge, never question my thoughts or actions, and they are there for me no matter the hour.  I probably don't tell them enough how much they mean to me, but these women are some of best friends, no matter the miles or differences.

One of these friends, sent me a book entitled "Tear Soup," by Pat Schwiebert and Chuck DeKlyen.

Tear Soup, a recipe for healing after loss is a family story book that centers around an old and somewhat wise woman, Grandy.  Grandy has just suffered a big loss in her life and so she is headed to the kitchen to make a special batch of Tear Soup. To season her soup Grandy adds memories like the good times and the bad times, the silly and the sad times. She does not want to forget even one precious memory of her loss.

As I read the story, it reminded me that everyone grieves their own way and no one can tell you exactly how to heal.  I believe I have many people who care for me, however they don't understand what I am going through.  I think many just want me better and try to rush my healing.  Unfortunately, that only leaves me with scorched Tear Soup, that is boiling over in a mess.  I wanted to share my recipe for my Tear Soup.   Each recipe, just like grieving cannot be rushed by impatience.  


My Tear Soup Ingredients:
Weeks of bitter, salty, and sweet tears
Happiness of our first born child
Nervousness of will this pregnancy stick?
Fear of the unknown
Fear of loss
Tears of Happiness
Tears of Sadness
Hurtful comments
Hurtful actions
Physical pain
Family
Sad songs
Roses from dear friends
Anger
Feelings of an inadequate mother
HCG and Progesterone levels
Nightmares 
Smiles of knowing a secret
Friends
Excitement of announcing the good news
Dread of waiting for results
Thoughtful words and actions from those I love
Relief
Regret
Hope
More tears
Prayers 
Thoughts of what is wrong with me?
Pregnancy tests
Dr. appointments
Bitterness
Sadness
Love
Isolation
Faith
Thoughts of how will I survive?
2 previous miscarriages

If you know someone who is going through a loss (no matter what it is) I strongly encourage you to give them this book.  You may not have the words to make them feel better, but this book just may help them on their difficult journey.  I would like to especially thank "Pez" for sending me this.  Love you!