The past couple of months have been friendly to me. I have been feeling better. I am learning to cope with my grief. I am learning to live with this whole in my heart and life.
But, the days are starting to get bad again. Fears, stress, and sadness are creeping back in. I am sure it has something to do with the dates that are coming up in the near future.
The next two months are going to be hard. Very hard.
Mother's day, Bo's 6 month Angelversary, Bo's due date, and Father's day are all within a month of each other.
How do I cope with all of these days? How am I supposed to act/react when I should be pregnant during the month of May and have a newborn come the month of June?
I guess I am going to do what I have been doing since my miscarriage. Take it one day; one step at a time. I am going to do my best to honor and remember my baby boy during this month of special dates, as I have since he went to Heaven.
So, please bear with me during these days. They may get hard for me, so I will need your support, prayer & love most during these days!
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Walking With You: Steps back into life
January 21, 2013 ~ Steps Back into Life
Share about your first steps back into life. What helped you survive in the world outside as you took those first tender steps? Are there still tender areas for you today, living in a world that doesn't embrace or understand the loss of a baby/child? How do you cope with those struggles? What advice would you offer those new to this walk to encourage and bring hope? How has this changed for you from the beginning? If you are in early grief, what do you fear/struggle with as you try to navigate a new normal....life without your baby?
My main fear is that Bo will not be remembered.
My main struggle is dealing with all of the pregnancies and babies around me.
I do not believe there will ever be a new "normal" for me. I do not want to live my life without my baby. For this reason, I have this blog. I constantly talk about Bo. I think about him all the time. I want him to be remembered. I want people to know that he is a person. He is important. He is loved. He is missed.
I also struggle with the fact that miscarriage is such a taboo subject. Like I should be ashamed just for saying the word.
I thought that I had been doing well with my grief. I thought that I was handling myself well. I thought that I was handling my grief. That I was embracing it, understanding it, dealing with it, working through it. I thought.
Yesterday, I had a WIC appointment. I had to go get my new vouchers. I was sick. My fiance was sick. We did not want to go, but we made the trip anyways. As I was sitting in the waiting area, I started to feel my chest tighten. I couldn't breathe. My vision was fading. I couldn't see, clearly. I felt like I was going to faint/black out. I thought it was the sickness. It had to be the cold that I had, but why was my vision going. It was the first time that I had a panic attack, and I didn't immediately recognize it. I did recognize it soon enough that I didn't faint, but it still took me longer than it ever has. So, it was the sickness. Just not the one I was thinking. After I recognized what was going on, I started taking deep breaths and got it under control. Not gone, but manageable.
Just like my grief. It will never be gone, but I have been able to manage.
After my WIC appointment, my fiance had a doctor's appointment. While we were there, I needed to set up an appointment for blood work {for WIC - to prove that my miscarriage happened and my blood and iron levels were back to normal}. I was explaining to the receptionist what I needed, and I felt like I should have been ashamed. She was asking another lady some questions about how to put it in the computer, what doctor I should see, etc., and she would not talk about it out loud. She got out of her chair, walked over to the other lady, and was whispering. After my panic attack earlier that day, I just wanted to scream. "Why are we whispering?" "Why should I be ashamed?" "Why can't we talk about it?"
My baby died. I know this. With life, there is death. I know this. My baby is in Heaven. I know this. So why are we so ashamed to talk about miscarriage and death. Should I be ashamed that I had a miscarriage? That my body was not able to carry my baby to full term? That I did not have a living baby? That my baby was not able to survive? That my baby died? Should I be ashamed?
Should I be ashamed? That seems to be the million dollar question. Well my answer is NO. No woman should be ashamed to have a miscarriage or talk about it. She should not feel the need to hide her grief, her pain, her anger, her anxiety, her panic, or her fears. We should not feel the need to hide the fact that we had a miscarriage or to not talk about it.
In fact, I think that talking about it is a great idea. I think that talking about it helps. It heals. So, for as long as I can, I will talk about miscarriage. But, not just miscarriage in general. I will talk about my miscarriage. I will talk about my baby. I will help others when I can.
I will not stop, so don't ask me to!
Share about your first steps back into life. What helped you survive in the world outside as you took those first tender steps? Are there still tender areas for you today, living in a world that doesn't embrace or understand the loss of a baby/child? How do you cope with those struggles? What advice would you offer those new to this walk to encourage and bring hope? How has this changed for you from the beginning? If you are in early grief, what do you fear/struggle with as you try to navigate a new normal....life without your baby?
My main fear is that Bo will not be remembered.
My main struggle is dealing with all of the pregnancies and babies around me.
I do not believe there will ever be a new "normal" for me. I do not want to live my life without my baby. For this reason, I have this blog. I constantly talk about Bo. I think about him all the time. I want him to be remembered. I want people to know that he is a person. He is important. He is loved. He is missed.
I also struggle with the fact that miscarriage is such a taboo subject. Like I should be ashamed just for saying the word.
I thought that I had been doing well with my grief. I thought that I was handling myself well. I thought that I was handling my grief. That I was embracing it, understanding it, dealing with it, working through it. I thought.
Yesterday, I had a WIC appointment. I had to go get my new vouchers. I was sick. My fiance was sick. We did not want to go, but we made the trip anyways. As I was sitting in the waiting area, I started to feel my chest tighten. I couldn't breathe. My vision was fading. I couldn't see, clearly. I felt like I was going to faint/black out. I thought it was the sickness. It had to be the cold that I had, but why was my vision going. It was the first time that I had a panic attack, and I didn't immediately recognize it. I did recognize it soon enough that I didn't faint, but it still took me longer than it ever has. So, it was the sickness. Just not the one I was thinking. After I recognized what was going on, I started taking deep breaths and got it under control. Not gone, but manageable.
Just like my grief. It will never be gone, but I have been able to manage.
After my WIC appointment, my fiance had a doctor's appointment. While we were there, I needed to set up an appointment for blood work {for WIC - to prove that my miscarriage happened and my blood and iron levels were back to normal}. I was explaining to the receptionist what I needed, and I felt like I should have been ashamed. She was asking another lady some questions about how to put it in the computer, what doctor I should see, etc., and she would not talk about it out loud. She got out of her chair, walked over to the other lady, and was whispering. After my panic attack earlier that day, I just wanted to scream. "Why are we whispering?" "Why should I be ashamed?" "Why can't we talk about it?"
My baby died. I know this. With life, there is death. I know this. My baby is in Heaven. I know this. So why are we so ashamed to talk about miscarriage and death. Should I be ashamed that I had a miscarriage? That my body was not able to carry my baby to full term? That I did not have a living baby? That my baby was not able to survive? That my baby died? Should I be ashamed?
Should I be ashamed? That seems to be the million dollar question. Well my answer is NO. No woman should be ashamed to have a miscarriage or talk about it. She should not feel the need to hide her grief, her pain, her anger, her anxiety, her panic, or her fears. We should not feel the need to hide the fact that we had a miscarriage or to not talk about it.
In fact, I think that talking about it is a great idea. I think that talking about it helps. It heals. So, for as long as I can, I will talk about miscarriage. But, not just miscarriage in general. I will talk about my miscarriage. I will talk about my baby. I will help others when I can.
I will not stop, so don't ask me to!
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