Friday, February 3, 2012

Back When I Knew It All...

I've been sick with the flu since Sunday night. I'm finally feel better today (Friday), however I remain pretty darn exhausted. Looking forward to sleeping the weekend again... This is the excuse I'm going to use for my meandering thoughts below:

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Before I was pregnant for the second time, just after we lost him, I found solace in becoming pregnant again. I was consumed by it, as was Scott. How to get us from point A to point B as quickly as possible.

I just knew it would be the one little thing which could make any of this better.  Sure, I could never have Jack back, but if the dates and months were going to fly by and be incredibly painful regardless of my wishes, I could at least be pregnant and have something to celebrate. Someone to look forward to.

My perception as to what being pregnant again would be like was far from the reality which I experience.

Back when I knew it all, I swore up and down being pregnant was going to be akin to "grieving with a little hope". Sure I will always grieve Jack, but at least I could have a little aside of joy in my life. That was my though process- a life which remained sour and tart, but with a little kick to it.  I assumed it would be better, because there was finally something to look forward to again. I felt pangs of jealousy when I heard of newly established pregnancies, just knowing everything for them would fly along just perfectly while I was left sweeping up the shambles of my life.

I thought of only the happy things, and never really gave any thought to how complicated it is to be pregnant and grieving, simultaneously. That my happiness does come with a huge aside of fear and dread and anxiety.

I feel like the outside world, those who haven't experienced this type of loss, assume things are all good now that we're expecting once again. Because they are confident we have paid our dues and moving forward life will be grand... Because they can't imagine any other alternative because they've never had to.  People who give me a puzzled look when I hesitate when responding to "how are you feeling?" questions because it is oh-so-much-more-complicated than "great thanks, you?". People who want us to enjoy this pregnancy and this baby on it's own and not let our previous experiences deter us from opening up to this new little lady, but it's impossible to separate the two pregnancies when they are so similar, so close in proximity, and my only experience with pregnancy has been a less than desirable outcome.

Of course I want to believe, more than anything, that we will welcome this baby into our arms for keeps in 13 weeks.  But when people try to convince me everything is going to be okay it sets my stomach afire with fear and anxiety. It makes me angry to hear it, even though I use these same words to ease my BLM friends... Because of course it shouldn't happen again, but then it should never really have been a possibility in the first place, right? Because there are no guarantees, and now I know it's a possibility I can't ease my worried little mine. Because it could, after all, happen again.

Knowing that just sucks.

And the worrying, it never stops.

There remain some saving graces in this pregnancy which I honestly believe have helped me to cope with the worries I carry within me, and I will try my best to describe them here in the hopes it might help someone (anyone?) and also linking up to My New Normal's "Managing the Fear" post.

1) Having a baby of the opposite gender. Obviously this is nothing I had any control over, though I do think it helps me to keep these babies separate in both my words and my heart. I have my little boy, and I have my little girl. I can't really explain why I think it helps me, but it does. I am entirely prepared to dress a little boy from 7lbs through age 4. No joke, my family is filled with shopaholics (my mother, sister and myself) and as such I am doubly prepared. So in knowing we will soon be welcoming a little girl, I've been able to buy things specifically targeted to her.  Whereas I was prepared to dress Jack in dinosaurs and monkeys on the butt, we're welcoming this little girl with ruffles and mary jane socks, and kitty cats on the derriere. I still struggle with not being able to buy more things for him, and even standing in the girl section of Baby Gap seems unnatural somehow, but I'm doing it.  It's different than the life I anticipated, but this part of it is very sweet, and so I'm trying my best to embrace this. Please note I reserve the right to come back to this when it comes time to unpack Jack's clothing in a couple of months.

2) Talking through & preparing for my anxieties. I talk to anyone who will listen to let them know my fears and anxieties- I don't keep it hidden. I'm a pretty open person to begin with, and discretion really isn't a specialty of mine which should come as no surprise considering all the things I've shared on this blog... I've been straight forward and honest at work by letting them all know of my intentions to take my leave earlier than my due date. Originally I told myself if I could get to February at work without losing my mind, that would be my goal. As I passed Jack's anniversaries, I told myself I could easily get to March, and perhaps even to the beginning of April before I would grant myself the option to let panic take over and become a freak show. So, this is the plan I'm sticking to. April is my new goal.

This point is actually two fold though, in that I also talk about what I anticipate so people will be checking in on me and my emotional state as birth approaches, and after we get home as well. By talking about it, I'm letting them know it's okay to ask me, and in fact I encourage it. I really can't think of anything I would hate more than if once she gets here, people don't ask me how I am doing mentally... It will be the biggest, pinkest, loudest elephant in the room, and I want people to talk to me about it in case I can't vocally ask for help. I already know some of my triggers (and breast feeding will undoubtably be one of them). I want to know people will be looking out for me when the time comes, because I am fully expecting there to be a PTSD aftershock. I'm not even kidding a little bit.

3) New OBGYN & new hospital. Something's gotta give, and in this case it was either my mind or my experience. I feel really badly, my OBGYN wasn't even the one who delivered Jack and I absolutely love her. It is thanks to her I got the "all clear" to start ttc once again, and thanks to her I was on Provera and later Clomid. She accepted my spastic phone calls and never made me feel judged. Honestly, it came down to the fact that she only has privileges at one hospital, and I don't think I can step foot in that same hospital again. Scott's made it clear he would be extremely uncomfortable there, so at my 22 week appointment I asked for a referral to a pretty new hospital in the city (with a top-rated NICU to boot) and my OBGYN obliged, letting me know she'd request a friend of hers take over my care. I know this is the right decision for us because for the first time in this entire pregnancy, I am actually looking forward to the delivery. Can you believe it? I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I love my OBGYN, but I love my babies more.

4) Giving myself targets. I'm a list person, through and through. I don't need a physical list (though anyone that has seen my desk at work can attest I have plenty of those, too). I give myself a mental checklist of dates and numbers and anniversaries. I turned the very thing which used to haunt me in the beginning (the incessant anniversary dates creeping up on me) and turned it into a coping mechanism to get through pregnancy after a loss. I gave myself goals: to get to eight weeks, then twelve weeks pregnant. Then each ultrasound, including the anatomy scan. To get through Christmas, New Years Eve, Jack's birthday and anniversaries. February first. Now that I'm 25 weeks pregnant, I've started a count-down of the number of weeks/days/work days left. It seems crazy (and I'll admit it is!), but somehow these little breakdowns of the time left is working and I'm starting to feel like time is getting away from me pretty quickly.

5) Distractions. We continue house hunting, planning out our dream home, crunching numbers. We're going on vacation for a little over a week next week- when I come back I'll already be 27 weeks pregnant. Then I only have 11 weeks left 'til she arrives. <-- See what I did right there? :)

6) I cry, wherever and whenever I feel like it. Most often it's at work and the most inconsequential thing is said to me, and I'll start silently sobbing at my desk. I don't make a big deal out of it other than when I run out of tissues and have already slobbered on my sleeves to the point of no return. I let my grief take over and I give into the fit of tears. I used to think that perhaps people who saw me cry might think I was weak or wonder whether I'd lost it, but then I realized I don't really give a shit, and that this is an impossibly difficult card I've been dealt and none of them can relate to it in any meaningful way- therefore, who are they to judge me, you know? I also tear up on the train when I hear a meaningful song on my Ipod (the other day it was Tim McGraw's "My Little Girl" that set me off). I don't make apologies for my emotions, they are what make me who I am.

7) I write emails to my BLM BFFs. I alert them to my craziness and they talk me off the edge. I try to reciprocate. I Can not describe how much these ladies have helped through this. At the end of the day, it's so nice to know you're not alone.

14 comments:

Tiffany said...

Thinking of you and understanding exactly where you're coming from...

My New Normal said...

I think I nodded my head through most of this. I feel the same way and keep hoping I can make it through this pregnancy without losing my mind. I was able to add your post to the link up. Thanks so much for sharing!

Amy L. said...

I so rely on those of you who are expecting rainbows to show me how it can be. We're still TTC our 3rd (lost twins) and it's not working very well, but I hold out hope that we, too, will join the pregnancy after loss community. DH and I also thought getting pg again right away would take the edge off. Now that 6 months have passed (well, tomorrow), I'm not sure that would have really been right for us. Being able to hang back and read along is really helpful to me.

Hugs!

Rose said...

This is a great post, I feel everything you are saying. I like how you say this should be a really happy time but yet you are sweeping up the shamble of your life...that is exactly how I feel. I am not expecting a new baby but I'm trying to find joy in this life I'm living but it is so hard because with joy also comes the sadness. It is like they are forever linked in our hearts. I am praying for a safe and SWIFT last few months for you. :o)

LookItsJessica said...

I totally feel the same way about people thinking we've paid our dues and now we're destined for a perfect life/pregnancy. It doesn't work that way though I wish it did. It's unfair that all of our pain, suffering, and tears have brought us no closer to a guaranteed good outcome than we had last time. All we can do is hope and I'm hoping for the ABSOLUTE best for you! :)

SG said...

I felt the same way when we were TTC this time - that the grieving would be somehow easier once I got pregnant. I guess it's easier in some ways, harder in some ways, mostly just more complicated than I had anticipated.

We have a lot of the same coping mechanisms. I love checking off each day that passes on my little pregnancy calendar.

And sorry you're sick - me too :(

B. Wilson said...

And you are doing a fabulous job of being yourself through all of this. I'm so proud of your strength. I remember those emails back and forth talking about how we sure wish we were knocked up so that we could at least "grieve with hope"... and now we know that is likely a load of BS. Sure, there's hope, but it's a much more complex feeling than we originally anticipated.

With you through this, friend. We have a lot more than 3 or 13 or whatever weeks to get through, even if and when these babies are safely in our arms.

Natasha said...

I understand what you're feeling and just want you to know I'm thinking of you. I think everything in life is so much more complicated now. And Brandy is right it doesn't stop after the baby is born. Grief is so freaking rough.....

You're doing great and being so strong. Sending lots of love <3

Renel said...

I really needed to read this. The thing is, regardless of what you thought this pregnancy would be before you were pregnant it is kind of like making a list. When you are grieving and just so sad, we think: I just need to hope for a brighter future, The hope is in the form of a new baby to bring joy. I don't think anyone thinks their grief will go away with a new baby but getting pregnant relieves some of the stress surrounding the process, because before you get pregnant what you have is grief and the desire to be pregnant, then you get pregnant and you have grief, hope and a new kind of anxiety and dread....it is almost like trading one thing for the next. then the baby is born and you fear that they will die unexpectedly, or at 2.5 or 10...
I think once we have experienced the most horrific thing a mother can, we are forever on edge. I am so glad you let your emotions be themselves, that you stay true to them. I try to do this with people as well. I will not allow other people's uncomfortability shame me into changing my grief...like you, I just don't give a shit.

I think everyone in babyloss land tries our best to be positive for eachother while acknowledging the suffering because there is so little to offer except hope. the hope for you, the hope for me. What else can we do except say "life has been shitty and not how we expected. I HOPE it is better for us both"

I completely feel like I have paid my dues. Like Sade says in the song King of Pain:
"I have already paid for all my future sins.
There's nothing anyone can say to take this away"

I wish it worked that way, that one really bad card dealt to us could ensure a positive bright future, free from future sorrow or pain. I wish it for us all, but I know there is no gaurantee.

Sending you so much love.

Brooke said...

This is so true. When I got pregnant, the gnawing anxiety that I'd never have another child lessened, but none of the grief went away, and the new fear moved in so quickly.

13 weeks. Holy moly, LJ. It seems like we were JUST e-mailing about Clomid a few weeks ago. And yet the days drag on and on as I think about how far we still have to go...

Wishing the best for you and your adorable little lady.

Paula said...

I swear I had almost this exact same conversation with my husband. I thought for sure getting pregnant again would heal my heart. Wow, I was so wrong. But you know now I am glad. I want to miss him, I need to miss him and that is all there is to it. They are a part of us.

Sending you thoughts of peace.

Dana said...

I'm so glad that you talk so openly about your pregnancy and the experience of Jack and this baby. I'm the same way. I figure, why hide it? I don't tell everyone at work, but the people I'm close to at work know that what we've been through hasn't been made "all better" because we're expecting again.

It must have been hard to make the decision to split from your OB, who has been so great. I totally understand it though. I've gone back to the OB I had with Jacob, but it was a really hard decision and who knows if I'll be able to stick with it as time goes on.

The breakdowns of time are really helpful I find. I will be 12 weeks tomorrow, but it was like a pipe dream 2 weeks ago. Only in the past week have we been able to fully grasp that we are almost at the 12 week mark. Every week there is some big or small event that we focus on. Once that passes, we can focus on the next. It is difficult to look beyond a week.

I'm excited for you abotu your house hunt. I hope you find your dream house soon and share pictures!

Burt Fam said...

So grateful to you for this post. I needed to hear it as I sit here on the other side, wishing for another baby to make everything better. In my heart, I know that will not be the case but oh, the hope. This post kind of felt like an owner's manual to BLM grief for me, so thank you. I think of you and pray for you and your family often. Enjoy your vacation!

Melissa said...

I'm so glad you're looking forward to the delivery. <3

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