Friday, May 13, 2011

Happy birthday, such seemingly innocent words.

I've been meaning to write a post about the 3rd anniversary of my son's death and also the third birthday of my survivor. I just don't have it in me right now. However, I didn't want the events to pass without saying something. It's always such a loaded time of year. My survivor is growing into such an awesome little girl. I still miss my baby boy and it's so hard to watch my daughter grow up without her twin, but the wound is less raw and my heart a little less heavy.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Having a hard time this month.

My survivor is turning out to be the most amazing little girl, and I love her and her sister more than words, but some days are still so hard. My son's anniversary is looming and Passover starts in two days and I'm feeling very overwhelmed. Three years ago I spent Passover in the hospital pregnant with twins. Unfortunately only one of my twins survived and this holiday will always be tainted for me. Just one more reminder of what could have been. I want to make a beautiful Seder that my girls will enjoy and remember, but it's just so hard. I thought this year I would reclaim this holiday, push the dark cloud away, but it's turning out to be harder than I expected.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Feeling like a crappy mom...

I rarely visit my son's grave. It's just not something I do, it's not convenient and honestly I don't really like going. I was running an errand for my husband today and was down the road from the cemetery. I wasn't planning on stopping. What kind of mother doesn't want to visit her son?! I had my survivor with me, so the two of us got out of the car, put some rocks on his headstone, and then stood there for a moment. Being there just makes me feel sad, it doesn't offer me any comfort and I'm never sure what I'm supposed to do while I'm there. I feel guilty for not going, I feel like I should go, it's the only thing I can do for him and I don't. My survivor told my older daughter that we went to visit their brother today and my oldest was really upset that we went without her. Of course I then felt worse, not only have I been letting down my baby, but I let down my oldest by not taking her to visit her brother. Guilt stinks, it really drains me. Do you ever feel like the guilt takes over. I'm not sure how to make peace with the cemetery visits. Anyone else feel ambivalent about visiting the cemetery?

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Sometimes the smallest thing can just knock the wind out of you.

I was looking at some pictures I had downloaded off my camera when I saw it, just a innocent picture of my survivor and my nephew, and for a moment I was back in that horrible place right after my loss. It was my little girl and her cousin standing next to each other from behind. They're about the same height with similar color hair and all I could think about was that should be my twins. My son and daughter, my survivor and her twin. I don't have a single picture of the two of them together. (He was stillborn and delivered 5 days before my survivor so we weren't able to take any pictures of them together.) Earlier this week my Mom made an offhand remark that also stung. We were talking about possibly organizing a family reunion with some cousins who all have daughters and my Mom says, "isn't it funny that [my nephew] is the only boy." It felt like she had stabbed me, real funny Mom. When I called her on it she apologized profusely, but still I guess I expected more from my own mother. I have more good days than bad days lately, but those unexpected triggers still hurt.