Went to the mechanic today with my husband to check on his car - when I can I go with him everywhere. He's like my security blanket right now and I keep him and my son in view whenever I can...
I was standing outside smoking - I started back up smoking after we learned that my baby had passed. I intend to quit again but for right now... well. You know.
Another woman drove up and got out of her car. We spent a few minutes talking before I realized that she was about 6 months pregnant. She was from Germany and had lots of tattoos and piercings. They didn't bother me... What did is that she stood outside with me, casually chain smoking as she rubbed her bulging stomach. I couldn't help it. My gaze kept traveling from her belly to the cigarette in her hand.
I know how irrational it is... I've never been one to be judgmental before. Hell, I'm a smoker myself (though I did quit cold turkey with both pregnancies and never smoked while breast feeding). I do what I think is right and I keep my opinions to myself about the choices other people make. But I found myself silently fuming as I watched her light up cigarette after cigarette... I was just so angry at her. I was so angry that there was nothing I could do to save my baby. That I quit smoking, drinking, eating feta cheese and even pumping my own gas and using nail polish and still my baby died quietly inside of me and there was nothing I could do about it. And here this woman was, chain smoking, unable to give up the disgusting habit for a mere couple of months to give her baby a better start in life and her baby would probably survive to term and be perfectly healthy. How is that fair? Why did her baby live and mine died?
I'm sorry if I've offended anyone. It isn't my intention to do so. As I said I try not to judge... I just... I feel so much anger right now. I know there is nothing I could have done differently and while I understand that... I am just so bitter. Every time I see a pregnant woman I can't help but glare... just a little bit. And when I'm not glaring I'm longing. Longing to have what she has. I feel like I am not fit to be in public. There are newborns and pregnancies everywhere I look. Like being on a liquid diet and walking through a bakery... Awful analogy but it was all I could come up with...
I'm told all of this will get better in time. For now I am still waiting...
I was standing outside smoking - I started back up smoking after we learned that my baby had passed. I intend to quit again but for right now... well. You know.
Another woman drove up and got out of her car. We spent a few minutes talking before I realized that she was about 6 months pregnant. She was from Germany and had lots of tattoos and piercings. They didn't bother me... What did is that she stood outside with me, casually chain smoking as she rubbed her bulging stomach. I couldn't help it. My gaze kept traveling from her belly to the cigarette in her hand.
I know how irrational it is... I've never been one to be judgmental before. Hell, I'm a smoker myself (though I did quit cold turkey with both pregnancies and never smoked while breast feeding). I do what I think is right and I keep my opinions to myself about the choices other people make. But I found myself silently fuming as I watched her light up cigarette after cigarette... I was just so angry at her. I was so angry that there was nothing I could do to save my baby. That I quit smoking, drinking, eating feta cheese and even pumping my own gas and using nail polish and still my baby died quietly inside of me and there was nothing I could do about it. And here this woman was, chain smoking, unable to give up the disgusting habit for a mere couple of months to give her baby a better start in life and her baby would probably survive to term and be perfectly healthy. How is that fair? Why did her baby live and mine died?
I'm sorry if I've offended anyone. It isn't my intention to do so. As I said I try not to judge... I just... I feel so much anger right now. I know there is nothing I could have done differently and while I understand that... I am just so bitter. Every time I see a pregnant woman I can't help but glare... just a little bit. And when I'm not glaring I'm longing. Longing to have what she has. I feel like I am not fit to be in public. There are newborns and pregnancies everywhere I look. Like being on a liquid diet and walking through a bakery... Awful analogy but it was all I could come up with...
I'm told all of this will get better in time. For now I am still waiting...