This meeting we would like to talk about where you are. Where are you at in your grief? Has it been years or just weeks since you lost your baby? How are you feeling? How do you hope you will feel in the future? Have you found any peace at all?
Firstly I will admit, I avoided this meeting last month. It was an "angry" and a "disheartened" phase and I just wasn't "in the mood" (haha-oh how liberally we use that phrase!!).
I feel like the waters of this journey have been particularly choppy again.
More accurately- things have built up and exploded in spectacular fashion , built up again and settled (currently I am in a dormant stage of activity but be warned....I could errupt at any moment, with little notice).
I am sorry if I don't follow any particular flow here- but since waiting to write just the "right thing" and in the "right way" has stopped me recently- I am just boldly going forth with my dribble and hoping it comes out reasonably!!
Back to the Volcano analogy.
We had a funeral a mth?? or so back. I had not anticipated it would send me as troppo as I think it did. Although, I was a bit of a "snappy tom" leading up to the event (which should have given me some warning I was in a bit of a meltdown). For the person who passed on from this Earth- it was no doubt a blessing, being freed from her many ailments and issues but it brought a whole lot up to the surface for me and indeed it was not "well with my soul" (a well known song, written by a guy that lost his ENTIRE family). I had sung this very song at my own sons' memorial service- and somehow I could sing it, I believed it, God certainly was holding me rather tightly at that time. This last time, I was actually shaking my head "no"...."not it's not well with my soul-AT ALL". I guess it was a bit of fairly hot anger directed at God. I thought nasty words. I was MAD. oh-yes-that's right-again. And my anger wasn't so much as a result of this lady's passing but at the frustration and hurt, that my precious twin boys were not there with us. That people weren't clambering for a cuddles and goo-ing and gaa-ing. Selfish girl I am.
All that meant I had a really "interesting" month, leading up to and after the 'event'. Lots of yo-yo emotions and feeling lost. In transit. Torn between this life and the next. I know Jason and Caleb need me- and I need them- and yet I need my other sons-with every fibre of my being- but they don't really need me where they are. And yet I want to be with them too. NO- correction- I want us all to be together. It's really not fair.
I wish that ache of hearing about other people's (ALIVE) twins would go away. To be honest, I wish I didn't have to hear about other twins that are in real life existence. Dammit- I wanted to experience being a mummy of twins.
I guess there is progress as far as moving through this grief. I can hold other babies. I LOVE staring at them and drinking in their absolute beauty. I LOVE holding them and rocking them, I possibly feel like keeping one or two...but I CRAVE my own baby. Caleb craves a baby to love, he just adores babies. Poor love. He'd be a fabulous big brother.
With all the hoo-ha of this drama that has been our lives this year....we realised for my sanity and comfort, that we would get private health cover. I wasn't entirely happy with my GP in my pregnancy with the twins. He was so laidback about it all and I being new to this Multiple thing was just about hitting the ceiling with my constant thoughts and questions about twins. Anyway- I don't want to go into all that. For the most part, he is a great DR, having seen me through my pregnancy with Caleb and subsequent miscarriage. He came to my door PERSONALLY to offer his condolences and give me my boys' ashes. But I have digressed.....
We got our private health cover sorted- thanks mostly in part to some VERY generous friends, you know who you are, and it gave me a focus. For the first time in months I could breathe....relax and take time to get myself a bit more "sorted". I had goals. I had time to achieve them without fretting (like I was previous to this decision) about the right time to try again, and worrying about whether it would all hit the fan again. I have suceeded in losing BULK weight-YAY!!!!!!!!!!!! What a burden that had become. I am almost back to my normal weight-praise God for that! I feel almost ready to jump on this wagon again....and then the anxiety hits.
I can feel it in my shoulders and my gut is churning most days at some point just thinking about it.
The problem being I am desperate for a baby. Totally, totally wanting another baby. I can't for now- we have to make sure we wait at least until our 3 mth waiting period for our health cover is up. Which in itself is ok. But I think as it gets closer the nerves are having a good old rattle.
I know it is NOT a good way to think, but I really doubt it all working again for me. I have entirely lost faith that this pregnancy thing works. I am a shattered woman. So as much as I want to be pregnant again and want another baby- I am dreading losing another child. I could not survive it again I don't think- and I swear God-if you test me on that.......
I know I shouldn't be thinking already it will end badly. I wish I could turn my thinking around, I really do. It's not that I doubt it working for others- although that too has become much harder. I guess I am just panicking that this is my lot in life. That I won't ever be blessed with another living child. I have been positive about this...it's only recently I realised- and probably as the anxiety has increased, that I am finding it harder and harder to believe I may get another chance to be a mum. I worry that siblings/siblings-in-law will progres onto other pregnancies and get their babies and that I won't. I truly am panicking that I will likely be pregnant at the same time but yet not get a baby at the 'end'- but of course that they will.
Breathe. I wanted an easier season after this one. Seems it's not my turn yet. (insert bad word here).
My word....has it only been 5 months? Good grief, it feels like a lifetime. And in part, I guess I am feeling that because I have lost a lifetime with my twin sons. Exhausting thing it is, this grief.
I just want a little peek into the future...just a little one. What's in store for me God???
Friday, November 13, 2009
This meeting we would like to talk about where you are. Where are you at in your grief? Has it been years or just weeks since you lost your baby? How are you feeling? How do you hope you will feel in the future? Have you found any peace at all?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day.
There is a very long list toward the end of this post. How I wish I was reading all about these babies' milestones instead of how much pain their families are in.
Most of us in this little blog world, know this.
I wish it would all stop. It sucks. Big time.
I posted the Video from the Stillbirth Foundation on Facebook too. Not to make people feel bad or awkward but to get them to open their eyes to things that go on around them. That the world is not a perfect place, in fact it is one where many die and suffer every year. An equally large number of babies die every year as well as all the more common causes of death for adults etc. But how many recognise that?
This video is from the Stillbirth Foundation in Australia. It is hard to watch...I recognise the pain in many of those faces. If only it could have been so different for all of us.
I couldn't figure out how to get the actual video in the post- I'm feeling way too frazzled and emotional to keep trying, but please follow the link and have a look. You may recognise Sally, from Tuesday's Hope...Hope's picture is labelled with her name. She is pictured with her Mummy and her Daddy.
I join with Sally and all of you other amazing women as tonight (at 7pm), we light a candle- or in our case 2- for our precious ones that are no longer with us. My heart is breaking today for all of us.
In honour and rememberance of my beautiful twin boys....you are always in our hearts. We miss you more than we can say. much love always, Mummy xx
All of the little baby friends Matthew and Joshua are playing with up in heaven...
And I know there a many more out there....I tried to include as many as I could remember from my wonderful blogging community and IRL also. If I have forgotten anyone, please, please add them to the list in a comment and I will edit my post. All of our babies are important and never, ever forgotten. I have added names to the top of the list that Sally started.
Matthew & Joshua
Baby E (Doran)
Aubrey & Ellie
Bridgitte & Ashlyn
Tyler & Maddy
Gavin & Parker
Baby Hutchison (Tina , I hope you don't mind me adding this to the list :-)
Vivian & Annemarie
Emma & Chase
Suz's 2 angels
Adison & Lillian.
Avery & Sophie
Sophie & Aiden
Sophia & Ellie
Sophia & Nicholas
Posted by Sarah at Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I can't seem to write anything that makes sense..... I only have to read a sentence or two from some blog posts to feel like I am shaking and fighting back sobs.
I want to write. But nothing comes out right. Or it doesn't say what I want it to.
I am reading some of my regular blogs again but I guess my heart is not ready to contribute to the group ....yet. Bear with me.
I am still mad. Mad that MY boys had to get stupid TTTS, MAD that I didn't get to bring them home....alive, MAD that other people are having twins and they both survive, MAD ( and BARFING) at people that seem to be planning to be pregnant at the same time and will probably end up with healthy , beautiful babies, MAD that is now now waaaaay past SEPTEMBER and I am not overcome with tiredness and dealing with 3 under 3, MAD that my due date passed with not a whisper from ANYONE. That's right, ANYONE.
MAD that I don't feel the same joy I use to when others announced their news. Instead I roll my eyes, or just ignore, or cry silently, or secretely dislike them a lot, or just indifferent. I feel jealous instead. What fun. Will I ever be the same person again who can squeal with delight at someone's news?
Don't get me wrong- I don't want to wish this pain on others. I just want MY TURN.
I am MAD that I'm not naive, and that I know how many squillions of things that can go wrong with pregnancy and babies. I'm MAD that I won't feel completely relaxed about the next one- God willing- until they are safe- home in their crib. And even then.....I read in the paper on Sunday about an olympic swimmer who lost his 2 yr old son....just days before he was to turn 2??? I'm guessing it was SIDS, the paper didn't say. My DH tells me not to read these things, or watch things like that on TV....but there I was soaking up every detail of that article, trying to hold myself together. Why are their little lives threatened so???? Why can't they just be? Give me their suffering anyday. That children should suffer and die just smashes my crappy little broken heart to pieces, yet again.
I still just want it all to "go away". I want my twin boys to be wearing the cute, matching clothes I bought for them, or the wellington boots I found at a garage sale. What the heck do I do with them now??? Caleb wore one pair for a bit- but they are tight on his little feet now. Do I keep them?? Will God give us more babies or not?? are we to be forever a family of 3 alive and 3 in heaven???
Posted by Sarah at Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I feel like I am losing touch of reality -whatever the hell that is- somehow- like I'm "living" two parallel lives.
I told DH last night that I wasn't coping. He was relieved I was telling him. He asked what he could do to help- and the only thing I could think of to say was "drown me". I know- what an awful, selfish thing to say. I guess I just feel like I'm drowning. He suggested what I talk about in this next paragraph...
I have a huge fear of going to " see" someone. You know- someone (whispers- counsellor) like that means I am really actually losing my marbles. What if they throw me in the loony bin? Surely I can cope with this without that kind of "help". It just seems to have negative connotations for me for some reason.
I am hanging out to have another baby- not to replace what I've lost-that's impossible.
But at the same time it terrifies me, I'm scared it won't work again, scared that if I lose another baby I'll truly end up in the nut house. 3's enough right? too many more like it.
Told DH we need private cover-don't know how we can afford that- it's going to have to be miraculous that we can!!- I can;t do another pregnancy without it. First time perfect pregnancy and perfect ALIVE baby- not so naive anymore. Annoying as hell that is.
ha- can you tell I'm angry?- bad words are threatening to over take my writing.
I thought it was supposed to ge easier, not harder.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Christy from A Piece of the Pearsons and
Steph from The New normal
have both nominated me for the "Honest Scrap Award"- for which I am truly humbled and honoured! Really! That people can understand AND appreciate my thoughts is amazing!! Thanks girls :-) I have gained so much from reading their blogs and many others out there- what a blessing it is to have such amazing support. Thanks for every person that comments- it's special having so many care so much
Fiona at : Remembering Bailey
Sally at : Tuesday's Hope
mb at: 3 Pairs of Feet
Catherine at: Between the Snow and The Huge Roses
Barbara at: Letters to my lost son
Danielle at : Letting Go and Letting God
Laura at: Moments of Pause
1. I love to scrap...but rarely seem find the time these days :-( my son is now 2 and I haven't finished his "1st year album"! It did take me a few years to do my wedding album... *sigh*
boring list me thinks. Time restraints??! or I'm just boring...I think the latter!! haha
No idea. Am I??
I really feel weary. I wish there was a "switch off grief" button somewhere....and therein lies the problem. I KNOW it's now a part of my life forever ( don't get me wrong- I NEVER want to forget my boys) BUUUUUT....I really am struggling making all this my new kind of normal.
A very dear friend asked me how I was healing? And I LOVE that she asked...many haven't.
But I had no idea how to answer her really. Like I told my friend, I'm a bit all over the place.
The hardest thing to deal with lately seems to be that it's affecting ME- who I am- was- whatever.
I have lost interest in things I was previously passionate about. I doubt my abilties in everything like never before. I feel insecure like I haven't for a long time.
It just feels a bit like something is wrong with me- like I'm "melting" (hehehe- love that wizard of oz line)...like I'm losing who I was.
And maybe I'm just being melodramatic??
maybe I just need to get over myself?? ha. No idea.
maybe it's a bit of a panic because so many more keep popping up with their wonderful news ( and it is so different when it's a baby lost mumma- really it is) but it feels like others are jumping the queue-pushing in....don't they realise it should be my turn- have they forgotten so soon those tiny people I brought into the world?
I guess life just sucks.
at the moment.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
If you created a bedroom for your baby (babies) tell us what it was like.
Did you have it ready for them before they were born?
If so how did you cope coming home to it without your babies?
Did you pack it all away?
What is your babies' room now?
If you are trying to conceive again or are pregnant again, how do you feel about setting up another room before your baby is born?
Our boys would have had their own special room. Not that it was completely prepared- I was a bit anxious about doing too much after losing our first baby the November before. That was like what Carly said about Christian- it was a blessing in a way; not being completely prepared. That being said , because the twins were not our "firsts", we had the basics all ready to be transferred from Caleb's room to the nursery when we needed. We had a few things in the room "ready"- like the extra bouncer we needed with having multiple babies!- and the bath seat to help manage bathing two cherubs at once, caleb's old playpen and his baby clothes, blankets and all that jazz.
Those things are still sitting there. I can't take them out. I need to believe that we will get another chance at bringing home a real live baby. I know our boys wouldn't mind sharing their room at all- even though it will always be their room- the big room - the room we always knew would have children sharing- we just didn't expect God would bless us with 2 at once!!! It was meant for them- and that hurts like nothing else- I almost wish I'd put their name signs up on the door like I had for Caleb- so people could never forget the babes that were supposed to be filling that room . I was sooo looking forward to watching them grow up in that room together- I had designed in my head how we could make it look for them as they grew up.....
Their cupboards are another story altogether. Still full and overflowing with all the clothes bought and handed down for them. :-(
I found some really well cared for-still new looking clothes at a garage sale before we found out the boys were sick- and it was kinda the first and only time I "let myself go" buying stuff for them. This lady had so many clothes - lots of matching and similar outfits that would have been just PERFECT for twin boys. So ridiculously cute. I can't look at them. It just makes me feel mad and hurt and lost. I think I would like to keep some of them as reminders of Matthew and Joshua when I can face going through them. They all feel sacred but it wouldn't be particularly practical to keep them all. Not that we have any idea what the future holds for us child wise....(please God- no more twins. too hard. don't go there...)
I hadn't made up a cot- as we still had Caleb sleeping in it and we were going to wait until the twins were bigger before we bought another cot, I hadn't put new curtains on the windows- just couldn't afford it and it became a low priority compared to surviving and getting through those tough weeks when we realised how fragile our boys were. I couldn't go into their room for a long time but then we we eventually transitioned Caleb from cot to "big boy bed" there was no room for his change table so we put that in the boys' room. That helped me to adjust to using it again. Although once Caleb got into the cupboards and pulled out some of his baby shoes- and I was horrified- I so very nearly raved at him ( it was just a knee jerk reaction to someone touching my boys special things I wanted to give them) but knew he would have no clue as to what he'd done and didn't deserve mummy mad at him for just playing with some shoes. Poor love. What a crazy mummy.
I really identified with Sally when she said; " ...and like a complete idiot. I felt like the Universe was laughing at me. Why would I be so smug to assume my baby was coming home with us?"
I hear ya.
I felt silly having the extra bouncer, the extra everythings- all those gorgeous clothes-matching wellingtons even. I felt like a fool. I even felt like that after we found out the boys had gone to heaven- I had this huge belly- but my babies were dead. It was horrific walking around- feeling like a total fraud waiting for my crappy hospital appointment to deliver my babies- but not get to feed them or take them home all snug as a bug.
Sorry Sally- but I'm going to quote you again-!!...
I have to get over this paranoia of not doing anything next time- if there is a next time- because I know ultimately it isn't going to mean I don't get to take home a baby just because I bought some clothes or baby gear. My heart may tell me differently...I would want them to know how loved and wanted they were regardless (which obviously isn't the only way to demonstrate that). I know we all cope differently and this is just where I'm at- I don't expect everyone to feel the same.
I am so thankful I DO have a healthy, happy and thriving 2 year old. I do count my blessings...but I'm hoping and praying God will give us another chance to parent another child. To have a child in THAT room. Fill that empty room Jesus please. I hate it empty. It is a hollow, (pracitcally) empty room- that YES- should have my boys in- but was made to hold little monkeys or little princesses. Matthew and Joshua- even though they never got the chance to enter that room- will always be there in spirit for me. Love you two.xx
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I know- it might sound a little odd that I'm proud of my boys that are not on this Earth with me...but I am.
I'm so proud of my littlest little man, Matthew- for growing so much in those last few weeks and bringing us all so much joy by fighting hard. I am so, so proud of you- my precious boy.
I am so proud of Joshua - for looking after Matthew and letting him catch up to him a bit more.
I am so proud of them both for surviving the laser procedure we all went through and for giving us those extra weeks with them.
I am so stoked that my little guy lead the way for his brother when they were born- and came first- and the right way- what a trooper hey?!
I can only imagine what gorgeous boys you are- but I know you must be that extra bit special to get to go straight to heaven. I know I don't need to tell you to be a 'good boy' like I do your brother Caleb because I know you are in the place of ultimate good.
I am just missing you so much. I'm so sorry I didn't hug you more when I had the chance. I have just looked at the pictures our friend Carly took of your names in the sand- and I think Daddy would love them as his Father's Day present, what do you think? Daddy bought me 3 frames for mother's day- one for you Matthew, one for you Joshua and one for Caleb....they were meant to have pics of you both in to match the one we already have up of Caleb.
I am sure you're having a ball with all your other friends and our family up there...know we love you and miss you still.
Monday, August 10, 2009
What am I on about?!
What a journey it has been so far- and by no means am I suggesting it's over, but I've made some important decisions. Up until recent days I was completely in fear of a subsequent pregnancy, not because I didn't want another baby, but because I'd lost faith that it actually can work.
Losing our first baby was hard. We didn't even get to find out who they were or give them a name. However I was desperate to try again fairly quickly. I fell pregnant the next month with our twin boys. I thought- wow- this is it for us- 3 boys- oh my!! Boy were we excited too! I had ever so boldly told God once- only 2- I only want 2, I can't do this whole baby stage too many more times. For silly reasons like...lack of sleep. That was a shock to me first time round.
I know- silly, silly, ungrateful woman... please don't be angry with me...I took everything so much for granted the first time and will not make that mistake ever again.
When we lost our boys, I told my husband- that's it. no more. I can't do this again- I just can't. never.
I was horrified and devastated that now two pregnancies in a row were not successful. In the sense that we left hospital both time with empty arms, no babies.
Please forgive me if you are reading this and have experienced much more suffering- it is not my intention to hurt you or take anything away from your situation.
I miss my boys so terribly and I will never fully understand why they got called 'home' so, so early in their little lives. But- I accept that. The fact that I will never fully understand. I am looking forward to seeing them in heaven one day- like you wouldn't believe.
Connecting with other ladies through the Secret Garden and their own personal blogs- has been a great encouragement to me. I have truly learnt so much from these wonderful and inspirational women. Something I have been trying to "work out" is how to approach a subsquent pregnancy. I am the kinda girl who needs to know all the details, I'm a planner, and organiser and I like to know what I "NEED" to do. After we lost our first baby and when we found out about the twins- I admit- I held off. Now don't get me wrong- I was deliriously excited (that's nervous but exceptionally happy....if you've ever been told you're having twins- you will understand!!)- but I waited weeks before I allowed myself to really prepare for them. You know- all that fun stuff, like collecting extra prams and cots and clothes and setting up their room. Once I started I was sure- that was it- I would be bringing twins home to this house.
Then we got to 20 wks and got ushered into "that room" where they broke the news of what was wrong with our little guys.
But still I had faith. our God was bigger than all this, right?
Right. He was. We got miracles- they survived the laser ablation surgery. They were active and growing. We were praising God all over the place.
We were up and down to Perth every week- faithful in getting scans done to see how they were doing. Then one week...they had stopped. Unexpectedly. They had stopped to rest in the Father's arms. Their little hearts were no longer beating. I looked at the screen, calmly asked my Dr to tell me if what I saw was true. She could hardly talk. But true it was.
They were gone. Was God still bigger than all of this?
We were clinging to that cross.
But yes he was.
Then came the emotional mind games. Would I ever trust my God to do this all again?
I didn't think I could for many, many days. Now I am on the road to trusting God with all this again. And the joy part comes in there. When-if -God blesses us with another baby or 2...or 3??!!- I choose to celebrate EACH day, to love that baby EACH moment of EVERY day. I will prepare a place for them , I will anticipate their arrival and I will thank God for every moment I have with them. Because as much as it'd be "easier" to hide and pretend it's not real- and not prepare and not be excited- that's not who I am. I can't do that to my child. I CHOOSE JOY!
It will be a difficult journey- of that I'm sure- but I will surround myself with praying friends and family and step forward one day at a time.
Monday, August 3, 2009
How do you see or imagine your babies now that they are not here with you?
I see Matthew and Joshua in heaven, looking down at us with such beautiful smiles. I have not yet got to the place where I can dream about them- it's still a bit raw- and I just want them here in reality. I hope I can get to that place where I can dream about my sweethearts without feeling traumatised. Because of what I believe, I know they are in a place that is so much better than what I have experienced yet- and that makes me happy- happy that they are not ever going to suffer. That is something isn't it?! I still can't believe my twin boys are gone...I miss them so but trust in God's bigger plan, most of the time. I do 'see' them as gorgeous little cherubs, with curly locks like their big brother and divine smiles...I just wish I could kiss their chubby cheeks and play with them.
How did the loss of your last pregnancy affect your choices/decisions about the birth of your subsequent pregnancy?
At this stage, pregnancy feels like a giant big myth for me. Did I imagine a problem free pregnancy with my first son?! Is it ever going to be a positive experience for me again? I hope it's not 9 mths of "hell" but at this stage I don't know if I believe it's going to be real for us again. It frightens me beyond belief. I desperately hope we can have more babies but only time will tell I guess. My only hope- is that if and when it happens, it's not twins again- my heart could not take it.
Friday, July 17, 2009
I've just started reading a book titled " The Shack" by WM. Paul Young.
This is an excerpt fromt the book that really speaks to where I feel I'm at at the moment- and yet after reading that quote- I know that's just how I feel, NOT how I AM. hehe-no, not a riddle- here, have a read!
"Jesus?" he whispered as his voice choked. "I feel so lost."
A hand reached out and squeezed his and didn't let go. "I know, Mack. But it's not true. I am with you and I'm not not lost. I'm sorry it feels that way, but hear me clearly; you are not lost."
perspective....that's all I can say.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I don't really know how to approach this post to be honest. I guess until now my posts have been well thought out and written when I'm feeling quite together.
I am NOT feeling at all together at the moment.
Life feels hard, unfair and really, really crap.
I need to know when the joy comes back- does it?! I feel so fed up and sad and jealous- why can't it be us announcing our babies' births?! I probably shouldn't be writing right now- because I am hurting so- and might lash out in pain and offend someone else when that is NOT what I want to do at all.
I am starting to feel swallowed by it all.
sorry this is a 'woe is me' post.
I am blessed to have so many who love me and support Jason and I through all the trials. Focus on the good stuff Sarah, focus on the good.
My throat is hurting - you know that kinda pain that restricts your throat when your heart is feeling sad?
Thank God for this little cherub- who-even though he drives me up the wall sometimes- brings so much love, joy and laughter into my world at the same time. He is the sweetest, most caring, affectionate little soul...God knew I needed this boy xx
Posted by Sarah at Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Seem to have fixed the not being able to comment problem- not sure why that happened all of the sudden but here's hoping it won't happen again! Comment away friends :-)
Posted by Sarah at Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
"An Ugly Pair of Shoes"
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in the world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by
before they think of how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of the shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Posted by Sarah at Monday, July 13, 2009
I knew that the internet was vast and no doubt had more information than I'd ever need but STILL, I was blown away by the number of blogs and websites that exist to provide support for mums and dads who have lost little ones- whether they be miscarriages, stillbirths or other cicrumstances. When we lost Matthew and Joshua, in hospital we talked at one point to the chaplain there. My heart forgot my own pain somewhat when I realised how busy this lady's days usually were. Busy for a maternity hospital chaplain means so many other parents were/are/have experienced the enormous loss like we have. I was devastated to realise that so many were hurting, so often. This is when those "Why God, why?" questions come out.
Once we were home from Perth, a dear, dear friend in the states recommended I check out Carly's website, "Names in the Sand" as she knew it had helped a friend of hers. Wow.....God could not have directed me toward a more beautiful person....I kept going back and back and back to Carly's site and her various blogs. I was moved to tears-ok sobs, on more than one occasion seeing all these beautiful children's names in the sand, and reading various people's sotries. This beautiful woman gave me hope, that I would survive this and God still had a wonderful future ahead of me. In hospital I just wanted life to disappear, I wanted to disappear, why did I have to outlive my baby boys?! Through Carly's ministries, I felt inspired to step out and tell my story. God gave me some beautiful visions of how I could glorify him through my pain....I wanted to give Carly and enormous hug and cry on her shoulder and tell her- "I'm in, I will survive this, I will help others too...somehow." I felt like I was joining an army or some important crusade-hehe. It was an important moment for me and gave me courage to keep going.
I too decided I wanted to put together a video for our boys and found some beautiful songs and poems etc on Carly's pages and on others' blogs too.
Future pregnancies are going to be the test of all tests for me.....right now there are so many mixed emotions and I don't know if I'll ever feel courageous enough to attempt another one- as much as I want to. I don't know how to do it anymore, I don't know how to emotionally prepare for another child after losing our boys and our other angel last year. How do you do it Carly?! I'm so scared.
Posted by Sarah at Monday, July 13, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Posted by Sarah at Monday, July 06, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Facing what's to come...
" May you find strength InGod's love ...and comfort in knowing that others share your loss."
" No one else can feel your sorrow, but sometimes knowing others care and share your loss may be a source of strength and courage."
From those who have been there: "We feel your pain...and trust that the Lord will sustain you as you face each new day."
So many people kept saying to us- that they didn't know what to say- they didn't have the words- yet I found, that in them telling us just that- I was comforted. I would have been at a loss for words, myself- had I been in the same position. There are times when I wish I had of just said those exact words to people who were hurting in similar circumstances, rather than say nothing....
We have been so amazed by the number of cards we have receieved, and sometimes, even who they were from. For no matter how short a time we had with our precious little men, they touched so many lives.
Somehow it helps, knowing how sad others are that they didn't get to meet our boys. That were known so little- yet loved so much, somehow helps too.
Somehow it helps knowing others too, were shocked by our sudden loss. It helps knowing others too, recognised their lives and yet too share our pain on not sharing the here and now with Matthew and Joshua.
So many have said.." You are so strong", "you show such courage" , "You are so positive"- I'm glad that God has given the strength, courage and peace- on my own I don't know how I'd pick myself up. Somehow our lives must go on- and yet when they do- what guilt I feel....like I'm betraying my sweet little boys- and then comes the anger that they aren't here- and the 'why not's?"....please don't mistake my peace and strength and courage for perfection...I don't understand why our boys aren't with us but I do know that I have to trust that God does and that this is not the end-we only see part of the picture right now. It still hurts but we take comfort that Matthew and Joshua are in a better place, free from sickness and evil and all else that is not good in this world.
We are thankful that they are together and not separated- even when we found out about the TTTS- I couldn't imagine our darlings apart from each other.
God indeed has been our strength, comfort and given us that peace that we can never really fully understand- that peace which passes all understanding- that surreal kind of feeling- knowing you are doing ok, at that moment...
In all honesty, some days have been such a blur and I can't remember things that happened or that I've done - but I survived them all the same! I'm still here...
We can only take it one day at a time.
Posted by Sarah at Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Posted by Sarah at Tuesday, June 23, 2009