Archive for Baby number 2

Well…

To end my weekend…I am a wee bit pissed, and blogging. Quite possibly not a good combination. I cannot help but feel a bit weak, a lot sad and extremely lost. I wish that R and I could stop fighting…it seems that everytime I call, or he calls me, we end up arguing. How depressing. It is hard, becuase we aren’t communicating anymore. He even says that he can’t tell what I am thinking anymore…Am I really beginning to shut myself off from him? I just cannot bear the thought of bringing him down…I cannot bring myself to share how I am really, truly feeling. I just can’t. I know I SHOULD, but something stops me every single damned time…

I feel sad. Speck should have still been nestled away, safe inside of me…12 weeks I should have been, just beginning to tell people. Speck wouldn’t have been a Speck…Speck would have been a proper little human, with eyes, legs, nails and a little tiny beating heart….You would be smiling my little angel…SMILING!!! I am so sorry that my body let you down, let your big sister down…I can only wish, pray, that this does not strike me again…2 miscarriages are enough…I don’t know what I will do if it happens again…

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I tell myself each time I pick up a book “Don’t read about anything related to pregnancy or babies” or anything that would get me upset. I picked up “Three Seasons” by Jane Hansen, an Australian journalist and war correspondant. I thought to myself “fabulous! An exciting read, and bonus! She’s Aussie too!”

As I got into the book, it turned out that it wasn’t just about her ventures overseas and dodging landmines in Iraq, little sleep, no life… It was Jane’s battle with becoming a mother.

“OH GOD DAMN IT!!” my brain shouted to me…I always do this…

However, this book is one of those ones that can honestly go down as one of those ones that really and truly change your life…

At 38, she began her journey to motherhood. Out of the 4 pregnancies she concieved, she lost 2 of them- one baby at 10 weeks into the pregnancy, and another baby at 19 weeks- a baby called Thomas.

During her 3rd pregnancy, she went into labour at 26 weeks, giving birth to her son Jackson. Little Jackson’ story has been told beautifully by his mother, his fight for life, his amazing struggle…It made me smile, laugh and above all, it made me cry. So very much…his poor mother and father…their journey was a long one! And one well worth it. Jackson was so very worth it, despite what people may think.

Only critisism, as is with anyone who has gone to have a more ’signifiant’ loss ( later stage pregnancy loss, still birth), as much as it does hurt…I was disappointed to see that the baby she miscarried- the first baby she lost- only got a few pages dedicated to him or her…it only resonates with me because it makes me feel as though what I have gone through with both of my babies, it is not importnant…that the grief is ‘better’, it is sadder to lost a baby further along…I thought the pain was all the same, regardless. It has left me wondering if the devestation that I feel over Lily and Speck..how much worse would it have been if I had lost them later into my pregnancies? If I had lost them at 20 weeks, 30 weeks, full term…

I guess that the reason losing them has hit me so hard is simply becuase I was so young…17 and 20 respectivley is too young to know the horrors and grief of losing a child ( in my case, children) to miscarriage. I should not know this horrible world, this club, that we are all members of…

Above all, if you are going to read one life changing book, read this one!!! It has made me appreciate my angel babies just that little more, made me appreciate my life and everything I have…

Sleep well little Jackson

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Lessons I have learned in life so far…

1: The customer is always right- even when they’re yelling in your face!

2: Just because I have had 2 miscarriages before I was 21, it does not mean that people get to judge me.

3: Cutting and other forms of self harm are not a good way to deal with my emotions following my m/c’s.

4: Buying clothes that ‘look’ as though they will fit, probably won’t….try them on!

5: off milk and mouldy bread ARE going to give you food poisoning :D

6: Fish/pets in general cannot feed themselves- otherwise they die!

7: Teenage kids in schools are turds…

8:My friends know more about me than my parents do…

9: My finace is my best friend- your partner should be your friend above all else!

10: My life so far does not define the rest of my life…just becuase I have had a difficult few years, does not mean that I do not deserve what I want- to finish uni, be a great teacher, get married, have a family, live in my white-picket fenced home with my 2 dogs and live the simple life….it’s all I want…. The last 5 years of my life do not mean that I woll not get this!

 

My life, in dot points…

Here’s a list of the things I have going on in my life right now that are making me stress out a bit…

-Finishing uni for the year- I have 2 assessments and 2 exams to go- I finish by the 11th Novemeber

-Finding a house- R and myself as well as my current house mate need somewhere to live by the time our lease is up on December 6th, so ideally, we need somewhere by about the 22nd November.

-Talking about Speck with R- I can’t talk about it….

-Lily’s Legacy- I STILL need to find people to photograph… how do I ask someone “hey I need a photo of you and your baby in ‘x’ pose/your pregnant belly…” I will work it out… Still have to sort out HOW it will all work- mainly via email though….and as for payments? Maybe just straight into a bank account or my Paypal? R also has no idea of what I do with this work either, and I *suspect* he wil find out when we move in together…I will tell him.

-Parentals- both my mum and dad aren’t thrilled with R and I moving in together, R’s parents are pissed at me becuase they think I am walking all over him and not keeping him involved with the house hunting…sheesh….

-Friends- trying to catch up with everyone is just not happening…

-Angel Mums and Dads- trying to be supportive and ‘there’ both through LL, and on FB, all while trying to deal with my recent loss. It’s hard work and I feel as though I am neglecting everyone, in particular, Kirsten… ( love to you)

I went to have dinner with a close friend last night. We were tucking into dinner, dicussing life and stuff in general. I have watched her go through so much over the last 4 or so years, sturggles with body image and weight, happiness and pressure on herself to do well…She knows about Lily and what I went through- 3 years ago now. We were in the middle of dinner- literally mid-mouthful- and she begins to talk to me about Lily. I just about choked on my food, not expecting the random turn in conversation, my baby all of a sudden being talked about like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I guess it was her round-about way of telling me what she did. She eventually shared with me that in 2008 she and her boyfriend fell pregnant- she was just 18. She got tp 12 weeks when she lost her baby.

I think I am glad that we were out, at a restaurant when she shared that with me, and our conversation turned to miscarriage, the pain and the hurt, and how you never really get over it, my work with AB and the communtiy, as well as my work now with Lily’s Legacy.

I shoud mention, however that I was unable to utter a word about my ‘new’ baby- Little Speck, my baby I lost 3 weeks ago…I just could not say it….What is wrong with me? I guess the second time, it has been different. I did not let myself dream of my new baby, I try not to think of him. I do not speak his name.

HE DOES NOT HAVE A NAME! Speck does not have a name….I cannot bear the heartbreaking decision of what to call him. Speck  is just my nickname for what the baby was- just a speck. But ‘[a life is a life, no matter how small’. Should I give Speck a proper name?

I feel so guilty, so sad, so…empty. Maybe the pain will go away faster if I do not think or remember him….

I am yet to introduce her to my ‘part time’ world, to the people who I am helping, to the people who are helping me every day- to heal.

And I will heal- one day.

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I am…

Feeling as though I am sliding into an awful drpression again…

Oh my little guy, why couldn’t you stay here with me? I know it was not the time for a baby- I still have 2 years of uni to go, your daddy and I are still living apart- til next month anyway- I am flat out with ‘life’ in general, and yet there you were. Little heartbeat I could hear..your presence stopping my world. I wanted you from the moment I found out about you..

In my heart, I know it was not your time…you were needed for something bigger. Although, what that is, I will never know.

I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and healthy…I hope your big sister Lily is looking after you, and all of my angel mums and dad’s babies are your friends. I hope you are not alone and scared…I hope you are alive and free. I hope you are better off, wherever you are…without me to look after you.

Please look over me, and be nice to your big sister!

I love you.

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I keep the TV up loud, DVD’s at full volume, DVD’s of TV series’ up loud to block the feeling out. I keep the stereo in my car up loud, singing along to the music, to block it out.

If I have things loud, it distracts me from thinking, from losing the plot completely. I am so scared that if I begin to cry, I will never stop. The tears that I cried for Lily are not there for Little Speck, and yet I know that they are there- ready to burst forward. They are there and I am too scared to cry. I am to scared to remember. I am too scared to grieve.

So I keep the music, the TV, the movies, up LOUD to block out the SOFT, buzzing noise ‘you lost your baby, you are a crap mother, your body can’t carry a pregnancy, YOU FAIL at being a mother, your babies didn’t want you to be their mother’

Keep it blocked out, keep it up loud and the thoughts won’t be there…

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Unsure…

I am still not sure how I should be feeling? I am telling myself  that the feelings, or not feelings, are normal. I am supressing the rage, the fear, the sadness, becuase I am too scared to let myself grieve. I am telling myself I am ok, that it happened and I should move on, that I DID NOT LET MYSELF get attatched to the new baby, so I should not be feeling this way. In the back of my mind, I knew that I would not get to meet this baby, so I should not be upset that I lost him. I feel detatched from myself, just going through the motions, get up, get dressed, go to uni, absorb what I am being taught, laugh and force happiness with my friends, go home, eat, sleep, get up and do it all again.

I am numb. I cannot feel; I am too scared to let myself to. I am, according to statistics, supposed to have my babies- both Lily and Speck- here with me…late teens-20s is the best time to carry a baby…your body is the most capable and at it’s strongest to carry a pregnancy…Fuck you body. You have no idea how much I hate you right now. You couldn’t hold onto my precious babies for me…

I am also rembling so I am going to wrap this up…

*Lily*Little Speck*

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Tomorrow…

is exactly a week, 7 days, a lifetime, just yesterday…not enough time…time enough to love you…It will be a week tomorrw since I lost Little Speck…I cannot believe this week has gone so quickly…I am scared I am letting go of him too soon, scared I am forgetting him, scared I am not remembering my little bubba enough. Scared of hanging onto my grief for 3 years, and counting…

Just scared.

Or is it scarred?

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