I hope it's ok that I decided to do this, it's gonna be long. Some of you probably remember awhile back, we had talked about ways that we were coping and how sometimes family and friends don't realize how losing a child feels to us or what it means. They can be so insensitive and it is usually unintentional, they don't know what to say to us and so the WRONG things comes out. Since there are so many new or returning members, I thought it couldn't hurt to do that again. Below is the letter I wrote so maybe my loved ones would understand a little better what I was going through. I'm also going to post the 'What is Normal?' that kar19831 posted before too (I LOVE it and hope it was ok). I really hope that those of you who have found ways to handle DH's that don't understand or even family and friends that don't understand, will post what you have written or ways that you found to cope. I know if you go back to page 4 or 5 of the board, there are a few poems and things that people have written and there are some here on the main page. Hope it helps. Thanks to all of you for being here for me...
Posted by flutterby4~Just my thoughts...
So I was talking to a friend the other day who was really just trying to make me feel better about all that has gone on in my life lately. This friend pointed out how much worse it would have been, had I 'really known' this child, gotten to see a 'real' smile and hold them in my arms. I understand the point that was being made. I had already thought of it. I've thought how lucky I am to be able to become pregnant at all and I have thought of all the parents who have lost a child late in pregnancy or after raising them for years. I try not to be selfish, I try to remind myself that others have seen much worse and I think I'm doing okay. I guess my problem is that so many people just don't realize what a baby does to a woman. They don't understand that regardless of how 'far along' she is or how old her baby is, it is and was her child. This was part of my response to that friend. It's just how I feel and I thought I'd share with those that I love, maybe you'll understand just a little...
"You see this little heart beating inside you and you're just different...forever. It feels like you do know this child and even if it's the wrong picture, you know what they look like and what their laugh sounds like, you know in your heart. You see it in dreams and really everywhere because from that moment on, you picture your child there in everything you do. But you kind of have to because everything you eat, you share with this other little person, every time you rest, they are resting with you, if you see a rainbow or sunset, they feel that calmness too, everything stops being about you. It turns into being about this part of you, this better part of you."
That is what it felt like for me being pregnant. I know you all love me and are trying to help, but sometimes the words just hurt worse. When you want to support me, open your arms and give me a hug, tell me you love me, say that you are sorry for our loss or that you're sorry we had to go through this. Please don't say 'it's for the best', better for who? I'd rather not hear how it 'just wasn't a good pregnancy', why not? Or that it 'must not have been the right time', for who and then why did it finally happen at all? Not to sound mean, but I'm sure I have a question or argument for every 'good' reason you give me. There are so many ways to give comfort; it doesn't always have to be by 'looking at the bright side'. Honestly, the bright side doesn't always exist. But if you love me, just be there for me, be there when I'm being sad and crazy, even when I'm irrational and I don't make sense to you, just know that its a process and healing takes time. Deep down I know it will be ok no matter what happens. I know that things do happen for a reason and sometimes we don't see that reason right away, but I don't always want to be rational right now. I didn't lose an embryo or fetus, I lost a child, our baby...our baby's heart stopped beating and that is what I have to deal with...so please just let me cry, know that I will be ok, I just need time...
All my love,
Posted by kar19831~What is " Normal"?
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life.
Normal for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th and Easter.
Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or birthday party...yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket.
Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything.
Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.
Normal is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.
Normal is having the TV on the minute I walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.
Normal is staring at every baby who looks like he is my baby's age. And then thinking of the age she would be now and not being able to imagine it. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.
Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in my heart.
Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of my "normal".
Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child's memory and her birthday and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.
Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special my baby loved. Thinking how she would love it, but how she is not here to enjoy it.
Normal is having some people afraid to mention my baby.
Normal is making sure that others remember her.
Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse sometimes, not better.
Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare. Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.
Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because I know my mental health depends on it.
Normal is realizing I do cry everyday.
Normal is disliking jokes about death or funerals, bodies being referred to as cadavers, when you know they were once someone's loved one.
Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.
Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.
Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in England, Australia, Canada, the Netherlands and all over the USA, but yet never having met any of them face to face.
Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.
Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God. "God may have done this because..." I love God, I know that my baby is in heaven, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why healthy babies were taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food.
Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have three children or two, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that my baby is in heaven. And yet when you say you have two children to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed your baby.
Normal is avoiding McDonald's and Burger King playgrounds because of small, happy children that break your heart when you see them.
Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a God.
Normal is knowing I will never get over this loss, in a day or a million years.
And last of all, Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal".