In May, we lost our youngest son. He was 7 1/2 months old. I think it goes without saying that is been the most devastating time of my life. There have been many ugly days when I wish I was the one in the box above our fireplace. But I'm doing my best, because if he was taken from us so suddenly and I'm still here, I have to believe it's for a reason. I have another boy and now one on the way, and a partner who needs me.
I also have three sisters. We fight, as sisters do. We're not always the best of friends. Two of them in particular are just different than the other one and I. They care very much about the opinions of others. And they let that come before family loyalty. It's safe to say everyone in their lives, myself and my third sister included, has been thrown under the bus in order for them to save face. But this is an extremely fragile time. Maybe I sound completely full of myself and self-serving, but this is not an easy time for me. The hormones coupled with the extreme depression and anxiety, and tremendous amount of guilt for a surprise pregnancy so soon after losing Jace...I am not always doing very well.
These two sisters disappeared after my son died. They appeared at the memorial, shockingly they were the ones to stand up and make speeches when we were ready to hold a tribute to him, and then they were gone. They never asked how their five year old nephew was handling the loss of his brother. They weren't there in the middle of the night when I needed to be talked down from nightmares. They vanished. And you know, whatever. They have their own lives. All I know is that if they had been through the same thing, I would've done things dramatically differently. And they weren't the only ones. A lot of people can't handle the pain they're reminded of when they're around me, therefor a lot of people have poofed from my world.
But when I found out I was pregnant, I sucked it up and included them, because I thought they'd want to be involved. But they're just terrible. I said one thing, ONE THING, about a mutual friend of the family that also just disappeared after my baby passed, that I didn't want to share details of my life with them, and they both just attacked. I'm sure they ran straight to her to let her know that I was spreading lies and that they both stood up for her to me. And I'm just sitting here like...what the FUCK? Are you my sisters, or not?
Family is not always about blood.
Anyway. Sorry. Happy Monday, mamas.
Re: Just an angry vent session here.
Me - 33; DH - 33Dating 1/18/06
Married 9/21/13
BFP #1 12/15/15 - C Born 8/27/16
BFP #2 1/10/20 - EDD 9/8/20
Unfortunately, sometimes the best family we have are the people we choose to have in our lives rather than the people born into it. I'm so sorry that you're dealing with that, on top of the stress of being pregnant and losing a little one. I can't imagine what that must feel like, and all I can say is that I'm sorry, and that you're very strong for pushing through.
Married 5/2/09 To my best friend
I can relate to having a sucky sibling, unfortunately the only way I found to deal is to lower my expectations from him to zero, so that nothing he does can disappoint me...
I found a quote that I love and it seems perfect for you right now...
“Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones you accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you you no matter what.”
Keep your head up @MacBaby0805! Sending positive vibes to you! xHugsx