Someone Always Says It Better

Read this on a fellow baby loss mom's blog:

"I feel disrespected. I feel abandoned. I feel rejected by the people in my life who were supposed to be there for me when this all went down. I feel cheated out if my grief because I am so worried about what everyone else thinks."

I feel the same.

What Grief Looks Like

I have been wanting to get my thoughts out on this subject for awhile now.  It was spurred by a friend’s comment about how much I sleep.  It hurt.  It stung.  It really wasn’t that big of a deal…but, at the same time, it was.  You see sleeping is one of the ways I deal.

I think people forget that we are grieving.  We are in pain.  The pain manifests in strange ways.

I’m tired.

I spend my hours being mom to my living children, trying to keep up with my house, my responsibilities. Trying to look like a gentle rain when my insides feel like a hurricane.  I don’t cry in front of people.  I won’t let myself often.  I wait until the day is done and I am alone in my car.  All of the little moments from the day where my heart aches for the “family I should have” catch up with me and I cry.   It takes so much energy to get through each day without falling apart.  And, I am just exhausted.

This is what grief looks like.

It’s feeling uncomfortable with touch.  Prolonged hugs, lingering handshakes, a hand on my back….they make me cringe.  It all reminds me of the days in the hospital waiting for news from the surgeries.

It’s getting annoyed hearing people say how amazing we are.  We aren’t.  You just do what you have to do.  You would to if you had to.  We have two girls here that need us.  We have to work and provide for our family.  We have no choice.  I can’t tell you how much I’d LOVE to not get out of bed each day.  But, I do.  I have to find some reason to carry on for my girls and for Travis…because he didn’t get to. 

It’s laughter and joy heavily weighted in an aching sadness.  It’s watching our girls grow and knowing how we were robbed of our boy.

It’s jealousy.  It’s looking at friends with their healthy kids and aching.  It’s looking at three-year old boys and wondering…what would Travis look like today?  It’s being angry that we have to walk around with this heavy load on our hearts. 

It’s anger .  Anger at hearing heart moms praise God for answering their prayers…as if we didn’t pray enough.  As if we didn’t beg God to let us keep our boy.  As if we were not worthy enough for God to answer OUR prayers. It’s the screams that I hold inside.  The fighting to resist the urge to yell at people that he was special too.  He deserved answered prayers!

It’s an awkwardness that looms in every conversation…with those that know, with those that don’t, with strangers when they ask questions about our family.  It’s the elephant in the room. It’s a million decisions about how to handle situations…. what do I tell my new class when we have family events and my son is missing?  

It’s loneliness.  It’s figuring out that really, you are all you have.  It’s realizing that people can’t handle your pain.  It’s trying to put energy into friendships.  They all feel like such work.  Conversations seem so unnatural.   It’s cancelling plans because most of the time it is just too much effort.

It’s zoning out of conversations because I just can’t focus.  It’s forgetting things.   It’s feeling disorganized.  It’s over eating.  

It’s consuming.

It’s ongoing.

It’s deeper than you can even imagine.