Month: January 2015
Safe Zones.
Danielle and my mom have since reassured me that the next time something like this happens I will be able to react in a way that may make me feel like I am more in control of the situation. I know it sounds crazy but I almost feel like I need to write out a dialogue and go over it as though I’m preparing for a lecture or important presentation. I have to hear myself say the words out loud so that when I do have to use them I’m not fumbling. Just like a piano player practices for a recital I’m practicing for the next time someone or something tries to knock me off my feet.
My son. My life.
A few months ago my sister encouraged me to follow a yogi on instagram who tragically lost her son a few days after being born at term. It took me a while to figure out what happened and my heart goes out to her and her family. Unlike me, she’s been very vocal about her loss on social media (she’s got a crazy number of followers from her yoga activities) and recently posted something that spoke to me. I can often relate to the things that she writes about but this one was one that I found particulary intriguing. Here is an excerpt:
“It’s ironic – people assume that I must not want to talk about my pregnancy because my baby died, and I often feel like I shouldn’t talk about it. Yet, becoming a mother is the single most important thing that has happened to me in my entire life. Wouldn’t you want to talk about the most important thing that has ever happened in your life?”
My first reaction after reading the post “I know, girl….I know!” It’s amazing that people aren’t secure enough to just come out and talk to you about your pregnancy, your child, and the aftermath that you’ve been left with. I have sat through meals and meetings where people will ask you about everything other than what you want them to ask you about. And again, I get that they are “scared” but fuck it. If you really cared you would ask and the only reason I know this is because those that do really care do in fact, ask. Because like Amelia said in her post my son being born is the most important thing that has ever happened to me and I want to talk about it! I’m sorry that makes some people feel uncomfortable but I’m good so you need to get your shit together and pick up the phone and call. Or instead of talking about everything else under the sun let’s talk about something that is meaningful to me. I continue to be amazed at who speaks up and who doesn’t. A student will ask how I am or give me a hug yet adults don’t know what to do. Another irony.
This week has been amazing for me in regards to my relationships with people. I have had over FIVE people this week ask me how I am doing. FIVE PEOPLE who aren’t my immediate family members!!! It’s like they all had a pow wow and said “let’s check on her this week!!!” Most of these people are people that I am not super close to (except you Ms. Liz!) but yet they wanted to show me that they are thinking about me. It was amazing and I made sure to let all of them know how much I appreciated them. I made sure to let all of them know that they are amazing people for just having the balls to ask me how I am doing. I have felt more comfortable talking about my son’s birth and death story. And yes there are days where I don’t want to talk about it but you shouldn’t just assume today is one of those days. So thank you, all of you for letting me talk!
I volunteered to time at the swim meet last night and ended up getting paired with the mom of my favorite girl, Ayla. Her mom is just as amazing as she is (runs in the family I guess) and we spent quite a bit of time talking about lots of things including our children!!! Oh my! I loved it! I felt like for the first time I was able to talk about my son openly to someone who knew what happened but had not seen me since giving birth! She didn’t stray away from the conversation, she asked questions, and she cared!!!! It was AMAZING!!
My son is my life and he will forever be my life. So feel free to ask me about him, feel free to ask me how I’m doing without him being physically here. Feel free to let me share his story with you.