roadrunner
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I was driving home from the hospital this morning after rounds and I was thinking about how it feels to leave the hospital with empty arms. It actually has been quite a long time since I have gone to the hospital pregnant, labored and delivered, and then left a couple of days later without my baby. What a horrible, horrible feeling. I can still feel the physical ache in my arms when I think about it. And to make matters worse about the time a person gets home afterwards is the day that all of the hormone levels really drop and there is such an emotional let down anyway, physiologically, that a person would have whether they delivered a healthy baby or not. Without the baby to help get through those difficult days, it magnifies that pain 10 million times.
I know that several months after leaving the hospital without my baby my mother made a comment about when it would be that I would be able to get back to normal...that was nearly 9 years ago the first time. I don't think "normal" ever looks the same again. I cannot know of someone else suffering through this without tearing up. I often think about my experiences and how my life has changed. I smell certain smells, especially in the hospital, that have the power to take me back to those days instantaneously.
I think I have a problem allowing myself to feel what I really feel. And, frankly, other people do not help that situation. I feel very sad and grieved over my last loss. It was at 7 weeks. I was not very far along. It was a natural miscarriage with no medical intervention. Physically, I have been through much worse. But I find myself thinking about that baby and wanting that baby as much as any of my babies, including the one that was one day shy of qualifying for "stillbirth". I get the feeling that I shouldn't hurt so much over this last loss. Afterall I was "not that far along". It was different, yes, from the situation surrounding my stillbirth, but in the end I still was left with an empty womb and empty arms. I don't like putting on that it wasn't as bad, because in many ways it was just as bad.
Someone said on here that maybe part of what I am feeling is due to not really taking time to grieve. I imagine that is true...especially over this last year. We had two losses, one in April-due in December, and one in September-due last month. So April was tough for me in that I felt I should be bring home a newborn and it was also the one year mark for the other loss last year. It's May now, but I am still feeling April. Part of what happened last year, too, was that I was pregnant then miscarried and not even a week after I started bleeding we were hit with Hurricane Ike. We had to evacuate, my hospital was severely damaged and there were huge question marks all over every area of our lives. There was no time to grieve or even to really rest physically during that time. Really since then it feels like we have been clawing our way back to some form of normalcy.
I have to put on a happy face and take care of everyone else. I do love doing that. I love talking with patients and their familes. I love the good outcomes. I love that I can be a part of people's lives when the outcome is not good...I hope that I can offer a measure of compassion. But on the inside I am screaming for someone to recognize that I am missing my babies.
I am also exhausted which isn't helping. At least today I am home early. But I am getting up at 4AM every morning and staying in the hospital about 16 hours a day on average. I am on day 7 of 14 that I will work with no days off. I'm just tired...
I know that several months after leaving the hospital without my baby my mother made a comment about when it would be that I would be able to get back to normal...that was nearly 9 years ago the first time. I don't think "normal" ever looks the same again. I cannot know of someone else suffering through this without tearing up. I often think about my experiences and how my life has changed. I smell certain smells, especially in the hospital, that have the power to take me back to those days instantaneously.
I think I have a problem allowing myself to feel what I really feel. And, frankly, other people do not help that situation. I feel very sad and grieved over my last loss. It was at 7 weeks. I was not very far along. It was a natural miscarriage with no medical intervention. Physically, I have been through much worse. But I find myself thinking about that baby and wanting that baby as much as any of my babies, including the one that was one day shy of qualifying for "stillbirth". I get the feeling that I shouldn't hurt so much over this last loss. Afterall I was "not that far along". It was different, yes, from the situation surrounding my stillbirth, but in the end I still was left with an empty womb and empty arms. I don't like putting on that it wasn't as bad, because in many ways it was just as bad.
Someone said on here that maybe part of what I am feeling is due to not really taking time to grieve. I imagine that is true...especially over this last year. We had two losses, one in April-due in December, and one in September-due last month. So April was tough for me in that I felt I should be bring home a newborn and it was also the one year mark for the other loss last year. It's May now, but I am still feeling April. Part of what happened last year, too, was that I was pregnant then miscarried and not even a week after I started bleeding we were hit with Hurricane Ike. We had to evacuate, my hospital was severely damaged and there were huge question marks all over every area of our lives. There was no time to grieve or even to really rest physically during that time. Really since then it feels like we have been clawing our way back to some form of normalcy.
I have to put on a happy face and take care of everyone else. I do love doing that. I love talking with patients and their familes. I love the good outcomes. I love that I can be a part of people's lives when the outcome is not good...I hope that I can offer a measure of compassion. But on the inside I am screaming for someone to recognize that I am missing my babies.
I am also exhausted which isn't helping. At least today I am home early. But I am getting up at 4AM every morning and staying in the hospital about 16 hours a day on average. I am on day 7 of 14 that I will work with no days off. I'm just tired...