Today has been four year since my heart broke into thousands of tiny little pieces. I feel so confused. I would have thought that after this long I would be better. I guess I am in some ways but today I fell like I have been thrown right back into that ER room four years ago.
I remember walking in through the dorrs of the ER and everyone that beat me there (my work was 40 mins away) was trying to pull me into hugs and I told them to get off me. I didn't want to be touched, I didn't want to be held, I didn't want to break down, I needed to see her, she was fine, she just needed to be in my arms that was all. I just needed to sing to her.
The room was so full, I barely registered my DH sitting in a chair against the wall. He was rocking back and forth...I don't remember if he was crying or not. I asked if I could hold her head and sing to her, they said yes. So I went to the head of the bed and stroked her curls, they were still a bit damp from the water, her eyes were reddish, they didn't look right, they looked like a babydolls eyes. I sang the song I wrote for her.
I remember asking if that was her heart when I looked at the monitor, the nurse said that is us pumping it for her. And I knew. Then they stopped and the monitor stopped going up and down it went flat and all the alarms went off. They said there was nothing they could do. The doctor didn't say her time of death out loud. He wrote it down.
DH fell out of his chair, I ran out of the room. I went to the family waiting area and I think I collapsed. I remember screaming. I don't remember when DH came back out, I remember him being in there when they let me hold her. She was so heavy. Her hair was dry by then. I cried, and cried and cried and I sang to her again.
Of all the times I held her, that is the one that I can still feel her in my arms. That is the one that I remember with all of my senses.
In the waiting room (it was a closed family room) the wall was green, I thought that they should have put a pretty color in there if it was such a depressing room. I remember making the choice to stay with my husband. I remember looking at him with his head in his hands and making the choice to stay, that my love for him had to be greater than this pain. I was right, even if I don't think I had actually grasped how much pain I was going to go through over the next few days, weeks, months, years....I never imagined that it would reach me this far out....
Today I am stunned by the ammount of love and pain I still feel for this little girl. I don't feel strong, I don't feel inspirational or special, I don't even feel like a good person. I feel like I am broken and just keep adding scotch tape to hold myself together.
Re: 4 years....(Angelversary long and detailed sorry...siggy warning)
((hugs)) my story is different as you know but that "held together with tape and glue" is an all to familiar feeling. Today is a day that you don't have to be strong, you don't have to be inspirational. You just are a grieving mother. 4 years later or not. It's always going to hurt and it will never go away.
Big hugs!!!
Married the love of my life 7/11/09 - Our first baby, Peyton Mark, was born sleeping 10/25/11 at 33 weeks - Our second baby, BFP 2/4/12, welcome to the world Raylan! Holy Moly, BPF 2/4/14, please be safe and sound little one!
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I feel the same way. Thank you for sharing your story, and being so open.
Lydsey, I am so sorry for your loss and pain this week. Your sweet daughter is in perfect peace with our Lord and you will see her again. I know that does not take away your pain right now, but I hope it gives you some truth you can cling to. Our human nature wants our children here, and it can be suffocating to not be able to make that happen. I wish I had words that could ease your pain this week, but just know that I am always here if you need a friend.
Hugs,
Jenn
We are so thankful that our second daughter, Lillian Elizabeth "Lily", was born healthy and happy on February 11, 2013. We love her to pieces.
We lost our first daughter, Hannah Grace on May 4, 2011. She was buried on May 14 during a beautiful service at my home church. We are grateful that if she could not be here with us, that she is healed and whole with the Lord. We look forward to the day when we will get to meet her. We love her so much.