busytulip
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A year ago today (March 27th) I was lying on a table, holding my breath, heart in my throat searching the screen for 2 little heartbeats. When I heard those words that no mother wants to hear..."I'm sorry" and my world stopped. One of our twins had passed.
The next few months were difficult. A sliver of me held out hope that I would still somehow miraculously deliver 2 healthy babies. I was in denial, until the very end. Not real denial, I knew in my head what was real. your heart just plays evil tricks on you.
People around me couldn't understand my sadness following the birth of our daughter. It's a paradox-grieving and elation. I love my daughter beyond words and yet my arms still longed for my baby. I wanted...I want them both. I look at her and just wonder what it would be like. would they look alike? be built in best friends? be night and day from each other?
I no longer cry every day. Not because it has gotten any easier. I think you build up a wall. Especially when loved ones think you should be 'over it' already. I have learned not to let it build. Thankfully I have a loving spouse that is understanding of those days when I do just need to cry.
My life has changed since that horrible day. I am different. Not as naive. A little rougher around the edges, but also more compassionate. I remember in the first few weeks getting through seemingly normal tasks like going to the store or doctor's office were hard. I wished that people knew what I was going through and would just be kinder...give me a bit more time at the register, my brain is elsewhere. So now when I'm out I try to remember that I don't know what is going on in the lives of the people I come in to contact with. Maybe it took a lot of strength for them to get out of bed that day; kid gloves, compassion, patience, a smile- they all go a long way.
It's amazing the ebb and flow of grief. Today was a tough day, perhaps tomorrow will be better.
The next few months were difficult. A sliver of me held out hope that I would still somehow miraculously deliver 2 healthy babies. I was in denial, until the very end. Not real denial, I knew in my head what was real. your heart just plays evil tricks on you.
People around me couldn't understand my sadness following the birth of our daughter. It's a paradox-grieving and elation. I love my daughter beyond words and yet my arms still longed for my baby. I wanted...I want them both. I look at her and just wonder what it would be like. would they look alike? be built in best friends? be night and day from each other?
I no longer cry every day. Not because it has gotten any easier. I think you build up a wall. Especially when loved ones think you should be 'over it' already. I have learned not to let it build. Thankfully I have a loving spouse that is understanding of those days when I do just need to cry.
My life has changed since that horrible day. I am different. Not as naive. A little rougher around the edges, but also more compassionate. I remember in the first few weeks getting through seemingly normal tasks like going to the store or doctor's office were hard. I wished that people knew what I was going through and would just be kinder...give me a bit more time at the register, my brain is elsewhere. So now when I'm out I try to remember that I don't know what is going on in the lives of the people I come in to contact with. Maybe it took a lot of strength for them to get out of bed that day; kid gloves, compassion, patience, a smile- they all go a long way.
It's amazing the ebb and flow of grief. Today was a tough day, perhaps tomorrow will be better.