tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101012585113073202024-03-13T23:03:04.829-05:00Almost a Mother"A Mother’s Love cannot be measured by increments of time …an entire lifetime of love can be squeezed into a few brief miraculous moments when necessary…."Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.comBlogger253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-9302691478024433712013-06-03T20:38:00.000-05:002013-06-03T20:38:15.946-05:00LFCAI just wanted to make sure everyone knows about/remember the LFCA (Lost and Found and Connections Abound).<br />
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It is a hub for the infertility/loss community and you can go there, submit a link to a blog post, and help that blogger get support. It's amazing!<br />
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Go here to see the latest issue (it's small, which is why I want to remind people to do it!)<br />
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http://lostandfoundandconnectionsabound.blogspot.com/2013/06/781st-issue-of-lfca.htmlChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-53128279109728494862013-04-13T21:38:00.001-05:002013-04-13T21:38:08.007-05:00FourHappy fourth birthday, my beautiful babies.<br />
I miss you more than words could say.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-25509022809736214382013-01-10T14:30:00.000-06:002013-01-10T14:30:04.597-06:00SafeHe is here safe.<br />
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Baby E was born safely through C-Section at 8:48 a.m. on December 31, 2012. He weighed 8 pounds 7 ounces and was 21.25 inches long.<br />
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He is a very mellow, easy going baby. We feel so lucky. So, so lucky.<br />
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He looks JUST like A did when she was born. He's starting to look different now, at 10 days old.<br />
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We are spending our days holed up inside-flu season has me freaked out and I am still recovering. His big sister is very loving toward him, but having a little trouble adjusting, with jealousy (totally normal and expected). <br />
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I did decide to get my tubes tied. It was a hard decision, but I really just felt like I wanted...no, I needed for my "reproductive days" to be done . I need to focus on my family, on our health, on making plans for the future with the family I have been blessed with. Pregnancy, while not totally complicated, is not so easy for me, mostly because of gestational diabetes, my anxiety, etc. I felt so awful because I couldn't interact with A like I need to. I'm ready to look toward the future-stop worrying about if I'm ovulating or not, if I'm going to get pregnant, if I will have a miscarriage, will my water break...the uncertainty, the longing, the wishing. I feel as though by making this choice I have made the decision to stop. It wasn't made for me. I That gives me some peace. And although I did dream of having a bigger family, having 3 or 4 kids-I have 4, just not all with me. And these were just the cards I was dealt.<br />
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I feel like it's been so different bringing this baby home. I don't know why. I guess I feel a lot more confident this time around, in my abilities at least. Everything doesn't seem so scary and I recognize a lot of the things that worried me with A as normal. It's definitely harder to have an older sibling to help, but it's early days, and we just need to fall into a routine, I think.<br />
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I still really can't believe he's here, and safe. I really just cannot believe it. I think back to our journey here and it amazes me still. Amazes me that we all are brave enough to go through what we did, these horrible, tragic losses, and we still forge on, we still try to grow our families (even though some of us are luckier than others, which makes me angrier than I can really say). I am so blessed to be a part of this community, to have your support, to have made it this far with you all. xoxo<br />
<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-22826401778526859682012-12-19T19:38:00.000-06:002012-12-19T19:38:04.722-06:00An IslandSometimes, all I wish for is an island. No, I don't even care if it's, like, a subdivision or something. Someplace where you have to be screened by me to "get in, " to live there. And your way in is to be someone who has suffered a loss such as ours, and have compassion, and empathy.<br />
And you understand me.<br />
The funny thing is, I'm so serious. I joke with my bff Bree, who lives across the country from me, "Come have lunch with me!". But...I'm not joking. I would give ANYTHING to have her come have lunch with me.<br />
As the Christmas cards arrive at my house, my husband will ask, "Who is that, again?" and more often than not, it seems, I say, "One of my online friends." And he'll be in awe...she lives in California? And she sent you a Christmas card? It's adorable. He's always been supportive and I love him for that.<br />
I love how I can see on each card, whether explicit or not, a little shout-out to everyone's babies that are no longer with us. I love how I KNOW I could send them a card mentioning Sophie and Aiden and they would not blink an eye.<br />
<br />As I navigate this pregnancy after loss, the second one, I wish for that unconditional understanding. I wish to be around people that know what to say, to ask, and what to leave out. The barrage of questioning...the looks of confusion when I say that I've had both a c-section and a vaginal birth, actually (what is she talking about? their looks says). The way people just shut down if I dare mention this is my THIRD pregnancy, not my second. Even the freaking medical professionals. <br />
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Oh, and in our island, our compound, I know there are enough of us in each profession. So our nurses would be a loss survivor, too. Our teachers. Our insurance salesmen. So you NEVER have to explain, to stutter, to elaborate.<br />
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Sometimes, pretending to be "normal" is just so tiring. Pretending that what the person just said to you doesn't sting gets old. <br />
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Having to constantly say things like, "I know how blessed I am. I am so grateful. I'm so lucky to be a mom" when some days you feel SO beat down, just by normal life and no matter if these things are true (which they so are) sometimes you don't even feel like you have the right to complain or vent (which is, really because you DO know how blessed you are no matter what).<br />
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I dream of living in a little subdivision where everywhere I went I would see reminders of our beautiful babies, the ones we lost, and have my babies play with the ones that got to stay.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-65887082300850681442012-11-02T19:10:00.000-05:002012-11-02T19:10:12.403-05:00I have come here to blog so many times in the past few weeks. So much goes through my head, and I just dont think I can even articulate it in words.<br />
I am just about 31 weeks into this pregnancy. This is when I finally relax about about having a micropreemie, and start panicking about kick counts and stillbirth and low fluid, and a million other things I have not experienced but have read about.<br />
Last weekend we painted a room. We painted it blue. I have a room in my house with a little girl and one Im now getting ready for a little boy. <br />
I had some friends ask me about a shower and I heard myself saying yes. I almost couldnt believe it.<br />
I just want to believe. I want to wash the little blue clothes and put the choo choo trains on the wall. I want to stock up on diapers and starting making plans.<br />
This is all old news to you. I warned you that I dont have much to say. I feel so guilty because Im supposed to enjoy pregnancy, just be happy, dont take it for granted. But, the truth is, I hate it. I hate being pregnant. It scares the crap out of me, I cant focus at work I am not a great mom to Avery I think my grief for the twins gets a little worse. I have the stupid gestational diabetes again and it stresses me to the max. I really, honestly feel like time is standing still. I keep begging the universe...just help me get Avery a living sibling here and I swear, Ill be done. I wont push my luck,<br />
I know I should be enjoying my time with just avery ,but frankly, she is 2 and not napping and I have a very stressful class and I am just cranky. I hate myself for that. Ugh.<br />
I shouldnt even publish this, but I know some of you are wondering and checking in .im fine, good really, but too full of complaints for my own good. I know I am lucky, I know I have it good. I am ready to have this litle boy safely here.<br />
Hope you are all well!<br />
<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-72909082586935389952012-09-15T16:36:00.001-05:002012-09-15T16:39:04.860-05:00The "Perfect Family", Viability (I hate that word), and Tube-y ThoughtsA few weeks ago, we found out this baby is a boy.<br />
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I had a feeling that it was, but not a very strong one, and mostly just a "I'm scared" feeling that it would be. I'm not scared of having a boy, but I was scared of this feeling. This feeling that now, I have a girl and a boy.<br />
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The perfect family.<br />
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Right?<br />
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I remember when we found out the twins were a boy and a girl. I was over the MOON. One of each! What could be better??? A girl for me and a boy for the hubby. Pink, fluffy dresses and choochoo trains. <br />
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I don't talk too much about being pregnant. I think I might announce it on face.book soon, only because I have relatives that I would like to know and it's the easiest way. But, up until now, I haven't really said anything . Whenever I do, it's the first thing out of their mouth.<br />
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"A girl and a boy! Now you have the perfect family. One of each."<br />
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I want to scream. Don't they understand (of course they don't; if they did, they wouldn't say it) that I will never have the perfect family? I will have half of my family here, and half of my family in Heaven. I will have one girl and (hopefully) one boy, but the other two I'll never get to know. It's not perfect.<br />
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But, it's mine. My family. And I'm proud of it! Just sometimes it's hard to feel.<br />
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On Monday I will be 24 weeks. This week has been awful, filled with an enormous amount of anxiety and lots of nightmares. Last night, actually, I had to wake my husband up to turn on the light to make sure there wasn't a snake hanging on the curtain rod. I really, really believed it was there. I was up the rest of the night. Ugh.<br />
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It's not like I'm naive enough to think that once I get past 24 weeks everything will be ok, it's just the first of many milestones I need to get through. We started school a few weeks ago. I have a very nice class, but they are extremely needy and I'm coming home every day stressed and exhausted. I keep feeling like I'm doing too much and I get home and am almost scared to move. I'm SO thankful I have an understanding, kind, worried husband. He won't let me lift anything, use cleaning products, change diapers (since A likes to kick while being changed and finds it hilarious), etc. It helps my anxiety more than anything.<br />
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I had an appointment this week and asked my doctor about when I would have to decide about a tubal ligation. I'm not decided yet, but, I think I'm on my way. I know I wanted to have more than 2 kids, I know I'm still young, I know all these things. However, pregnancy and ALL it entails-it consumes me. It's never ending. PCOS, when is my period, am I ovulating? Could I be pregnant? fertility doctors, checking for bleeding, peeing on a stick, checking for bleeding, ptsd, being afraid to roll over, to sneeze for fear my water will break, not being able to lift my daughter....it all is so much. I wish it were easy, I wish I were "good" at pregnancy, but I'm not. And I am FOREVER and forever so unbelievably grateful that I got the chance to be pregnant, bring home a healthy daughter, and now hopefully a healthy son. I think I want to move on to the next chapter of my life, end my reproductive years and focus on being a mom.<br />
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Of course, I'll wait to make a decision until I'm at a gestation where prematurity isn't an issue. I don't know that if this baby died, I'd want to have any more anyway, but I don't think I'd get a tubal all the same. I remember my desperation to be pregnant again when I lost the twins.<br />
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Anyway, a lot on my mind lately. I'm just working, being a mom, and trying so hard to make this a peaceful, healthy pregnancy. I'm so thankful for your prayers, well wishes, and comments.<br />
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<3 br="br"><!--3--><!--3--></3>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-18857530803458106452012-08-12T11:33:00.002-05:002012-08-12T11:35:36.089-05:00The second time aroundPeople keep asking me if this time is "easier." <br />
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I am, honestly, feeling hurt lately. Alone. I'm pretty sure that the general thoughts out there are: 1. Nothing bad will happen, it didn't with Avery, right? 2. You should just be thankful you can get pregnant, and did it on your own. 3. Avery's pregnancy was normal, you didn't have any complications, what are you worried about?<br />
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I'll tell you what. I still HAVE TWO DEAD BABIES.<br />
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Am I grateful? Oh, man, they have no idea. Some days I still cannot believe it. I still can't believe that I have been so lucky, so blessed. It's not that I "deserve" it, I just got lucky. And I think about it and thank God every.single.day.<br />
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BUT... <br />
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I still have ptsd. I still have nightmares.<br />
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I still am afraid every.single.night. to roll over for fear of hearing that POP of my water breaking. I still am afraid that there will be no heartbeat. That there will be a cord accident. That one of the million things that I didn't know about before but do now, will happen.<br />
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I'm not being treated as high-risk this time. No peri, no extra appointments, no extra ultrasounds. It's hard. Really, really hard. I haven't had an appt in 5 weeks. The anxiety is all consuming. Overwhelming.<br />
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When I was pregnant with Avery, people were right there with me. Encouraging, listening. Now, it just seems like they think I should just shut up, move on and get over it because, after all, it won't happen again.<br />
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But, the thing is, of course it MIGHT. And, beyond that, I still am scared. I still have fear. I still don't know what will happen. I still don't know it will be alright. And I still need help. I need an ear, a hand to hold. I still need a friend to come over and sit with me. I still need to not be in bed at exactly 9:40, the time my water broke. I need so much, and I feel like people don't think I do. I feel isolated. <br />
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This is hard, yo.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-716037935793021262012-07-13T21:07:00.001-05:002012-07-13T21:07:16.622-05:00Double StrollersSo, I had my first major meltdown. Ugly crying, snot all over my shirt, can't breath, sob fest. Hubby left to go somewhere, and Avery was napping, and I opened up my computer, and I....well. I started reading baby.center.com. Seriously. And then I started wondering if I would want a side by side stroller or a tandem. And I started reading the reviews.<br />
And I FREAKED. <br />
I was so mad at myself. I can't let myself do this. I can't let myself plan. And DAMMIT, I should have HAD A DOUBLE STROLLER BEFORE. All the reviews ask if you want it for twins or for an older sibling/infant. It made me feel so horrible.<br />
This time, hubs is feeling so optimistic. It's adorable, and I love him for it, and I'm so glad, but the other day he asked if he coudl start working on "the room". I am only 15 weeks. There is an eternity left in this pregnancy. I said as nicely as I could that I wasn't ready. He pressed a little and I yelled at him (ugh).<br />
What I want, what I think I deserve, is to ride this wave of happiness. To dream, and look up strollers on the internet, and pick out a room theme, and...<br />
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But, I stop because it hurts. Because having two kids is spectacular, but I should have two 3 year olds. And it breaks my heart. And I've packed up a nursery, which wasn't all that fun.<br />
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There's not a good balance for me, even second time around. I'm trying!Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-38638392887955417962012-07-03T19:23:00.000-05:002012-07-03T19:23:29.143-05:00A FlukeI haven't told too many people about this pregnancy. I guess it's because I still hate reactions. I will never be able to just squeal and scream and jump and say "OMG I"M PREGGERS!" I wish it were different. I wish I felt like I could celebrate.<br />
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Please understand that I am over the moon happy and so, so grateful. If I'm not careful, my brain starts going to double strollers and new baby clothes and a big girl bed for Avery so new baby can have the crib. But we are SO far away from that, friends. So far.<br />
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And so far, everyone I've told is just so....optimistic. And certain. And I need that. However, I am so scared. So, so scared.<br />
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And for all of us, it's the word "fluke" that gets us. My friends are just thinking now that what happened with the twins was a "fluke". It won't happen again. I mean, I carried Avery to her due date. A full 40 weeks. No trips to L & D. No cervical shortening. No infections. No water breaking, ever, in fact. (and I was so thankful for that-ptsd with water breaking has really got me). I did have gestational diabetes, which I was half expecting with pcos and it was borderline and completely diet controlled.<br />
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But....what if....what if Avery's pregnancy was the fluke?<br />
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Seriously. What if Avery's pregnancy was the fluke?<br />
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That's what I'm fixating on right now. I can't seem to shake it. I also keep feeling terrified that I'm going to have a missed miscarriage. I didn't even really know that coudl happen and now that I do, I'm so scared it will happen to me. It's enough to check for blood every single time I wipe, but to know that I could be miscarrying without even knowing it, I can't handle that.<br />
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The thoughts come back so quickly. The fear floods back in. I just don't think it gets much easier. Thankfully, I do have a daughter to keep my busy. I think that's a big difference. <br />
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I am trying to stay optimistic. I'm so grateful. Trying to be positive. Taking deep breaths. I can do this. I can do this.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-50157813382184728342012-07-01T20:58:00.000-05:002012-07-01T20:58:06.796-05:00TimeI remember the first time I found a blog. After I lost the twins I would lie in bed, doing a google search. I'd try, "I lost my baby." Then I'd try "My twins died." I'd basically try all the different variations.<br />
I also remember the first time I got a comment. I wish I could remember who it was, but I was, maybe oddly, so excited. I'd use this blog to pour out my soul and then I would read each comment over and over. I'd leave them in my email so I could re-read them when I got really sad.<br />
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It's become a different place for me. I don't really know what to do or say anymore. I continue to read the blogs, but I don't have...or I don't make the time to comment as much. I want to, I just...I don't know. I don't know what it is. I know I don't have as many readers, and I know I still talk to a lot of y'all on face.book. <br />
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I'm pregnant again. I'm sorry, I know that sucks to read. I mean, in general, I am always happy for people, but somehow it still stings when I read it.<br />
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I'm one of those urban legend people that I usually get so bitter about. Husband and I decided to take a break from cycling. In the month after our last treatment, I lost 15 pounds and then started feeling weird, but wasn't really wanting to take a pregnancy test because I do that to myself ALL the time. With pcos your cycles are so wacky and your symptoms are just like pregnancy symptoms.<br />
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But, one night, I just made myself do it, and there you have it. I just couldn't stop crying. I couldn't really understand. It's not something I can do on my own, but...somehow, I did.<br />
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I'm 13 weeks now, due January 7th. I've seen the heartbeat twice, but not since about 9 weeks, so anything could've happened since then, and I worry a lot. <br />
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I guess what I'm trying to say is I feel shitty because I need this blog again, but I know I've lost a lot of you. And I feel bad coming in and out, not posting for a while and then saying, Oh, surprise! I'm pregnant and now that I'm all crazy again, I need to write! (and, girls, I AM crazy. holy guacamole)<br />
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But, I'm going to write for myself, I've decided. And if it is annoying that I come back for this, I understand. And I will try to comment, but I can't let myself feel guilty if I can't.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-26040056881906803542012-04-21T19:36:00.000-05:002012-04-21T19:38:46.347-05:00ThreeThis month my sweet babies spent their third birthday in Heaven. It's so hard for me to understand; I can't quite grasp it, still, after all this time.<br />
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It was worse this year. It was better this year. It was the same as always.<br />
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The same people forgot. I swore I wouldn't remind people and then I weakened and did it because I couldn't bear if they all forgot.<br />
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I allowed my emotions to derail me, momentarily. I cried at work.<br />
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My husband sent me three deep red roses. One for each year. <br />
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I miss you so much, Aiden. I miss you so much, Sophie. It's so hard to be without you.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-36040974901797689242012-04-09T19:43:00.003-05:002012-04-09T19:57:07.821-05:00Escape ArtistToday is one of those days. It's one where I go from sobbing to SCREAMING to pitiful to SO ANGRY I COULD RUN AWAY to wallowing.<br /><br />If you went by the "day" and not by the date, which I decided to do at some point, apparently, today would have been the day, 3 years ago, that Sophie and Aiden were born. All day long I relived it. Easter morning my mom commented to me that I didn't look like I felt well (apparently my infection was growing) and then in the night I kept waking up, unsure if it was indigestion or not...Monday morning I went into Labor and Delivery...all day long, I kept up with the time. Right about now, I actually can't remember the time but it was somewhere about now, I begged my mom to push me away from the NICU, begged her to get me away from there. I thought that if I could get AWAY, that Sophie couldn't DIE.<br /><br />How freaking stupid I was. They chased me and made me come back. I ran away from my daughter. I tried to escape.<br /><br />Today, my husband yelled at me. He said, "You wouldn't be so sad if you would just stop thinking about it." I screamed at him, but inside I was laughing like a crazy person. You know, that laugh where you feel like you've just realized you're at the edge of the cliff and you might go over. If I could JUST STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. If only. If only.<br /><br />I checked facebook all day long, in between my avoidance of all phone calls and pretending like I wasn't around, and crying, and reading sad books, and wallowing in general, and I found out that a very sweet friend of mine has lost her baby. I wanted to shout from the rooftops, to make it not so, for someone to say it has been a mistake. Because right after it, one of my friends from high school, pregnant with twins-due in September. Their first daughter is even younger than Avery.<br /><br />WHY oh WHY is it so easy for some people and so hard for others. And, of course, you may tell me that I don't know how easy it was for them and etc. etc., but in my head it was easy, ok? When I'm riled up like this I don't try to be fair. <br /><br />I didn't ask for this. I didn't want this to be my thing in life. I wanted to be a mommy. <br /><br />I know it's futile to ask why. I know it's not ok to be complaining about it. I know it's probably wrong that I am still THIS ANGRY 3 years later. I know I should just be grateful that I have Avery and shut up about all the rest. I know about a billion things that I should or shouldn't be doing.<br /><br />But, alas, I can't help what I feel. And so here I am, begging for a world where my beautiful friends who have endured so much heartache can get a BREAK. Where we didn't have to think about fertility treatments or D&Cs or memorials or ashes or footprints. Where we could decide to grow our family and have it work.<br /><br />I wish we could escape the pain. The trials.<br /><br />I wish.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-57445665295865645202012-04-06T21:07:00.002-05:002012-04-06T21:18:30.341-05:00PainThe pit in my stomach is building. I am feeling heavier, the knife is twisting deeper. The haunting memories, the numbers on the calendar, the Easter holiday arriving.<br /><br />Three years.<br /><br />How is that possible?<br /><br /><br />It's there, it's definitely there-but it's nowhere near the pain in those first days.<br /><br />I have been thinking a lot lately about the early days. In the first few weeks after Aiden and Sophie died, I had one goal for the day: get up and shower. I kept telling myself that if I could at least shower once a day, I wasn't in the deepest darkest parts of a real depression. I don't remember if I cooked or not. I don't remember anything except laying in bed looking at the internet, crying, avoiding people, and getting up once a day to shower. My husband went back to work and I don't remember if he resented me for getting to stay home or not. I know it cost us money for me to stay home. I just don't really remember. We put our house up for sale in an effort to run away from everything (that didn't work so well!). <br /><br />I do have some random, distinct memories. Venturing out on my own and having the lady at the gas station ask me when I was due. Deciding to stain the deck and have the neighbor literally turn and run away from me when I told her the babies died. <br /><br />I don't even remember if I went grocery shopping or not. I haven't really asked my husband, I don't know if he would remember either.<br /><br />I look at that, at us in that other house, and I don't recognize us. What was it like? Who was I before this happened? <br /><br />Three years. Incredible.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-64720382976639633682012-03-15T08:22:00.001-05:002012-03-15T12:04:50.127-05:00Happy Birthday, EllaPlease go send some love to my friend, <a href="http://butterflybaby15.blogspot.com/">Bree</a> , who is celebrating her sweet daughter Ella's 3rd birthday in Heaven.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wish she was here, my friend.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />xoxoChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-31755671711044408072012-03-04T20:58:00.002-06:002012-03-04T21:11:16.742-06:00I am weak.I am already taking a break from trying to conceive. I never imagined it would happen this way.<div>How can I seriously continue to look at ultrasounds with two follicles, two would be babies, and have to sit back and do nothing?</div><div>This time they were two different sizes. Since one was ahead, I went back the next day. Hoping the bigger one was still ahead, and that we could trigger ovulation with the other still too small to have a mature egg. </div><div>Instead, the bigger one had barely grown. And the smaller one had grown 2 mm. The doctor explained, apologetically, that she wasnt comfortable with the 15 mm one...it could maybe have an egg, and what if we were wrong about the size? I mean, she said, think of how small 1 mm is...</div><div><br /></div><div>Off I went to my 4 th graders, trying hard not to cry. Plan b, for next time, half a pill of the smallest dose of the most mild ovulation med. Plan c would be to use injectibles, which I could take at a very small dose. It got so heavy, so fast ( for me, of course, those of you going, oh , honey, I wish I had your problems...).</div><div><br /></div><div>Ironic, right? DOnt ovulate, then DO. Want twins, but cant, but look!</div><div><br /></div><div>I just think maybe I wasnt ready. But, in any case, these three months have stressed me out, made me gain a little weight, and the kicker was one day Avery saw me crying and said, "Mommy owie?". It just hit me that my baby girl is so big. I dont want her to see me crying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Im certainly not giving up. Hubby and I are going to watch what we eat more seriously, focus on our health, and things will be much easier in the summer when Im off for the zillion appointments.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just wanted to give a little update, sweet friends. Thinking of you all, always.</div>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-91507523476891881522012-01-28T19:46:00.002-06:002012-01-28T19:49:28.521-06:00Letter<p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Hello,</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I would like to report a recent appointment that I had with Dr. T in the Fertility Clinic.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I was scheduled for an ultrasound in the clinic, with her there to read the results.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A little background-in 2009 I was pregnant with twins and suffered premature delivery and both were born at almost 24 weeks and they passed away in the NICU.<span> </span>Since then I have had a successful pregnancy, resulting in my daughter who is now 18 months old.<span> </span>I am back to try for another pregnancy, but as an intervention I have an ultrasound to check how my body responded to the medication (I do not ovulate as a result of poly-cystic ovarian syndrome) and see how many follicles are growing, in order to avoid a higher risk of conceiving twins again.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Dr. T :</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"><span><span><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">1.</span><span style="FONT:7pt 'Times New Roman'"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span> </span>Did not introduce herself.<span> </span>I had no idea she was even a doctor.<span> </span>She walked in and seemed to be in a rush.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"><span><span><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">2.</span><span style="FONT:7pt 'Times New Roman'"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">She had obviously not familiarized with my situation/read my chart before hand and had no idea the reason for which I was even having an ultrasound.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"><span><span><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">3.</span><span style="FONT:7pt 'Times New Roman'"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">She acted as though she was angry that she even had to be there as she “had no voice.”</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"><span><span><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">4.</span><span style="FONT:7pt 'Times New Roman'"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">She did not explain anything on the ultrasound.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">After the ultrasound, I waited for answers.<span> </span>She said, “<b>Well, it looks like you have one or two follicles</b>.”</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I needed to know if there was <b>one OR two</b>-that was the whole reason I was paying for that ultrasound.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">She was very short with me.<span> </span>She was rude.<span> </span>She was demeaning and derogatory in how she spoke to me.<span> </span>She wrote a note in my file that was EXTREMELY demeaning, simply because I had teared up while watching the ultrasound.<span> She implied that because I had teared up while looking at the ultrasound, that I "<span style="font-weight: bold;">must need counseling</span>" and that "a doctor <span style="font-weight: bold;">cannot control how many eggs a woman produces</span>."<br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I think most people are familiar with something called post traumatic stress.<span> </span>I have it.<span> </span>After holding two of my babies while they died, there are several triggers, specifically in the hospital setting, that cause me to feel anxiety, and even fear.<span> </span>For her to comment in a demeaning way because I “teared up” is unfeeling and cruel.<span> </span>I am SHOCKED that XX Hospital would employ a doctor (specifically in the fertility clinic, in which I’m positive there are others who have had situations similar to mine) is very, very sad to me.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">After I explained my situation she replied, “Well there are no doctors here. We cannot control how many eggs a woman produces.<span> </span><span> </span>Just don’t have sex this cycle then.”<span> </span>She then turned around and walked out of the room.<span> </span><span> </span>She acted like she had NO time for me, and seemed to think an appropriate answer to my question was to “just not have sex”.<span> </span></span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I left that appointment feeling horrible. I did not have any answers to help me decide about my next steps.<span> </span>In a situation when you are dealing with time sensitive issues (i.e. a menstrual cycle/ovulation) immediate feedback is essential.<span> </span>Thankfully, K, a nurse from the clinic who is extremely kind and helpful called me back, and my doctor, Dr. R, also called me back immediately the next day.<span> </span>I am a teacher and it’s extremely difficult to talk to a nurse during the day-especially when I had a doctor right there who wouldn’t answer any of my questions, so noe of this should have been necessary. I was also contacted by Dr. B, who had seen my note come through and was concerned.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I then was called by Dr. K, who asked for me to share about the incident.<span> The ultrasound tech had informed others about the situation. She also apologized to me after the appointment was over. </span>I appreciated the concern and the time they took to listen to me.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">During my time at XX, I have had so many knowledgeable, efficient, caring and kind nurses and doctors.<span> </span>My family doctor is the most amazing person and treats me with the most respect.<span> </span>However, I have had many cruel and hurtful comments made to me since losing my twins.<span> In a business that deals with so much loss, I would hope that doctors are educated on how to treat those who have gone through these big life changing events However, t</span>his time was by FAR the worst.<span> </span>I don’t expect extra special treatment because my twins died.<span> </span>What I do expect is to be treated humanely,<span> t</span>o have my questions answered, and to be treated with respect.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I believe that patient safety involves patient emotional safety as well.<span> </span>I think that my safety was compromised.<span> </span>I am very seriously considering moving to XX for the fertility part of my journey, because it will be very difficult to schedule around NOT having Dr. T ever again.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I would be more than happy to explain more or answer any questions.<span> </span>My number is <span style="text-decoration: underline;">xxx-xxx-xxxx</span>.</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Thank you for your time and consideration,</span></span></p> <p style="MARGIN:0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Christy<br /></span></span></p>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-89543739510238003412012-01-24T20:10:00.003-06:002012-01-24T20:32:59.671-06:00All I once hadSo, we decided that we wanted to have another baby. A living sibling for Avery. I mean, we've probably always known, but we decided we were "ready." Whatever that means.<br /><br />I am not one of those people that you read so much about; I didn't suddenly become fertile after having a baby. I still don't ovulate; I still need help. Thankfully, the help I need is "minimal," meaning I take a pill and I ovulate.<br /><br />It still means a trip to the RE. Which I did.<br /><br />We decided to take the same plan of action as before. Get period, take femara (like clomid, but has a decreased chance of multiples) have a mid-cycle ultrasound to check and make sure there is only one follicle, timed intercourse, pregnancy.<br /><br />I knew I needed to keep my head into perspective, not let it get lost in the clouds. I wanted to tell people right away, but I wanted to keep it to myself. The twins and Avery were both conceived on our first round of medication. I seem to be the "most fertile infertile." I am lucky. But I didn't want to convince myself that would happen, for fear of the letdown.<br /><br />Anyway, the only way I get a period is to take birth control, which I did. Days 3-7 I took my femara. Mood swings, bad headaches, nothing awful.<br /><br />Yesterday I went in for my mid-cycle ultrasound. DH couldn't go, it was the first day of the semester and he got all new students and I went before school.<br /><br />The tech inserted the good 'ol va-ja-jay wand, and I watched her measure one follicle in my left ovary at 16 (mm? I don't know what measurement it is). Then I watched her turn her wand, and measure one follicle in my right ovary. 16 again.<br /><br />I lost it. I freaking lost it. First of all, I had a TERRIBLE doctor's office visit. The doctor was extremely rude to me. She said and did so many things that I don't want to go into (but I did report to the clinic) but after the u/s she did not explain a single thing to me. She said, "Well, it looks like you have one <span style="font-style: italic;">if not</span> two follicles. Great."<br /><br />Um, excuse me. Is it one OR two ? You see, that's why I'm paying $150 for this ultrasound.<br /><br />Anyway, she didn't answer any of my questions, but a nurse did later on the phone.<br /><br />TWO large follicles. One in each ovary. Ready. Waiting.<br /><br />I am showing other signs of ovulation, which I never have. Cervical mucous, slight cramping.<br /><br />I cannot believe how hard this is. To skip a cycle. To know that I could make a baby (and quite probably two) right now, but I can't. I have to wait. I have to sit and wait and go against EVERY fiber in my being.<br /><br />Because, you see, having twins would be too dangerous.<br />But it's all I ever want.<br />It's all I had.<br />It's all I'll never have.<br /><br />Having twins won't replace Aiden and Sophie. Of course it won't.<br /><br />But I feel SUCH extreme jealousy when I see twins. That's supposed to be me! ME! That was me, you see. I sat in a restaurant after my ultrasound and I called everyone I knew and screamed in the phone, "TWINS! OMG! YOU GUYS! TWINS!" and I sat in the teacher's lounge with a smug look on my face when someone new would come in and I'd be introduced as the "Twin Mama."<br /><br />And I bought every twin book I could find. I memorized what I would do to tandem breastfeed. I came up with a gameplan about how I would get two babies in and out of the minivan we had just bought, just for them. I joined the local Moms of Multiples club, and made plans with my mom to go to their huge consignment sale to get ready.<br /><br />I made their nursery. I watched my husband put up two cribs and two gliders. I carefully chose the paint for their room. I painstakingly picked out two outfits for their coming home outfits. One a size newborn, and one a size "preemie" because, you know, sometimes twins are born early (no one mentioned 16 weeks early, which they don't seem to make a size for at Target.)<br /><br />I was (am?) a twin mama, but they're not really anywhere to be found. They seem to have vanished. Sometimes, when I'm brave enough, I'll go and touch their urns. It seems so strange to sit there, holding the cold urn, turning it in my hand. Is this really it? This is all?<br /><br />So, yeah. I want twins again. I WANT TWINS AGAIN.<br /><br />But.<br /><br />BUT.<br /><br />BUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTT.<br /><br />What if the whole thing happened all over again. What if my water broke and I had to do the whole.damn.thing.over.again.<br /><br />And what if I could have avoided that, by skipping this cycle?<br /><br />So, skip we will.<br /><br />Even if there's nothing in the world I want more. I will move on and try to forget and hope my body will figure out that I just one want follicle, that's all I can handle, I don't know why my babies died and I can't chance it. I have Avery now and I can't be on bedrest. And so even though I'm on the lowest dosage, "You know we can't control how many eggs a woman produces" says the rude doctor with venom in her voice.<br /><br />Well, excuse me for being upset about it. But I can see on that screen, the chance. The future. All within my grasp. And instead, I have to turn and walk away, and tell my husband that, "No, honey, I'm sorry, it won't be this month for us." And he'll say back, "It'll be ok. It's always ok."<br /><br />Except it always isn't.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-6838288179825069702012-01-06T19:36:00.003-06:002012-01-06T19:50:59.850-06:00WeavingIt feels like everytime I say their names, I brace myself. I say them, and then flinch-wondering what will swing my way. I post something on facebook, then immediately delete it. I mention them in a conversation that's NOT about death or pregnancy or baby loss and I slur my words, trying to move on to the next topic in such a hurry.<br /><br />"She really needs to just move on."<br /><br />"She needs to get over it."<br /><br />"She must be depressed."<br /><br />These are, of course, what I imagine they're thinking, instead of what they actually say. Well, they probably actually say it to each other.<br /><br />I want to talk about them ALL THE TIME. I want to go outside and SCREAM their names. I want everyone to always remember that they were here. They were inside of me, and then they were born, and then they wrapped their little fingers around mine, and they EXISTED.<br /><br />I think of them all day, long, still. Almost 3 years later. I wonder when it changes. I wonder when a day will go buy, and I'll be making dinner and I'll realize that I haven't thought of them.<br /><br />Do you guys remember that I am my mom's rainbow baby? That my sister, Mary, was stillborn over 30 years ago, in between my sister and me? I want to ask my mom. I want to ask her when it stopped. When she stopped thinking of my sister every day, all day long. But things were so different with her. She grieved SO differently than me. She also had a totally different experience than most of us-she never got to see her, or hold her. She was whisked away. When she arrived home from the hospital, my grandmothers had gone over and taken down the nursery, taking the stuff to an undisclosed place. There was a statue of the Virgin Mary in my house, though, all my life. I remember it very clearly when I was a little girl. It moved with us, and with my mom once she and my father got divorced.<br /><br />I always wondered a little about the statue. My mom is Catholic, and went to church every Sunday, but we didn't have any other religious figurines, or bibles, or anything in our house. But I never thought to ask. I recently found out that that statue is in memory of my sister, Mary. That my mom got it as a gift after she passed away and it is all she has. The ONLY momento. No hospital bracelet, no blanket, no lock of hair, no photos. So she did what she had to do-she chose something. A symbol.<br /><br />But when was I told that I had another sister that had died? I don't know. How was I told? I don't remember.<br /><br />Somehow, my mother has weaved Mary's existence into our lives.<br /><br />This is what we do. We are expert seamstresses. We weave in and out of grief. We take the needle and pull the thread through, trying our best to wrap up and pull in those memories. Their names. Their entire, short, existence.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-11036524433581857222011-12-30T20:00:00.002-06:002011-12-30T20:07:51.023-06:00A Year in ReviewI kept telling myself that I needed do this, as I have done it for 2009 and 2010. But, you see, I feel like I have nothing to say!<br /><br />My year, as a whole:<br /><br />Take care of Avery<br />Try to honor the memory of the twins<br />Start a new job<br /><br />That's really it. My family members are here and healthy, and so my year can seem to be summed up much more quickly than the past two or three.<br /><br />I am so grateful, and as I face 2012, I feel very glad to be me, to be who I am.<br /><br />I am in a place now where I can control my emotions better, mostly. Oh, don't get me wrong, grief still jumps out from around the corner and punches me hard in the face, and it's always kind of there, lurking about, waiting for you to take a misstep. But, I can handle it better most of the time. I have coping mechanisms, and I have my support.<br /><br />My support is you. Every time I have to reflect on what I am grateful for, it's this community. We all know-what WOULD we have done without it? What would I have done? Where would I be? I know it has given me this strength. This strength to say, yes, I still suck at pregnancy announcments and baby showers, and the word "twin" in all its forms, even when in reference to a bed (psycho, yo!), but I am stronger. I have my scars and I have my beautiful babies whom I will spend the rest of this year, and next year, and my life remembering.<br /><br />I wish they were here. I wish all of your beautiful babies were here, too. But thank you for spending this year with me, in whatever capacity that you did.<br /><br />Peace to you for this New Year. xoxoChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-91488542387129858952011-11-13T20:51:00.002-06:002011-11-13T21:04:53.059-06:00A parallel universeAs time goes by, I think that in real life there are VERY few people that "get" me. I don't think I felt as judged right in the beginning of my grief journey as I do now. <br />I just had a talk with one of my best friends, someone who I met in blogland but has transferred into my real life, although we don't live near each other. Anyway, I called to ask her how you know when you are <span style="font-style: italic;">actually</span> depressed.<br />Like, how do you know when you are supposed to ask for help, or get put on drugs, or whatever? How do you know when it stops being "situational" and starts being plain old depression?<br />I don't want to go on medication. I don't want to go see my doctor. I don't want to go back to the shrink.<br />I'm doing my job. I'm loving on Avery. My house is spotless and I'm paying my bills and sending out birthday cards to my annoying relatives at the right times.<br />I'm not sleeping too much (in fact, hardly at all if we're going to analyze that) or laying on the couch ignoring my family like they do in those commercials.<br />A lot of times, I feel happy. Avery makes me laugh so hard sometimes I cry of happiness. She is hysterical, that girl. She makes the funniest faces and talks in her own little language and knocks over the kids at daycare to steal their snacks.<br />I think I love my new job, the 4th graders, and I'm much less stressed at work. I have the nicest class in the history of the universe.<br />But then, I still cry. And I still get so MAD because I watch Avery do something and wonder why Sophie and Aiden didn't get to do it. I get so hurt when I watch people with their twins.<br />Today is the 13th. 31 months since they lived and died. We went out for ice cream. We've gone out for ice cream on the 13th or 14th every single month since they were born.<br />Today I thought, we should stop. We should stop this. We can't eat ice cream every month for the rest of our lives.<br />But maybe we could.<br />I went to see the musical Jekyll and Hyde this week.<br />Sometimes I feel like that-like I am two separate, complete people. One woman, who is so happy, so blessed, so lucky.<br />One who is so sad. So unfortunate. So judged. So sad. In such despair.<br /><br />There's more than "just" the twins. There's my father, who is absent from my life. Who was so horrible to me an my family. Who is always trying to get back in. Who lays on the guilt. Who is mentally ill.<br /><br />There's the fact that my father in law died of cancer right before we got pregnant with the twins.<br /><br />There's the fact that his wife and daughter are depressed and have their own mental illnesses, who add so much to the guilt I feel all the time.<br /><br />There's the fact that my husband and I are doing very well, but we are so stressed and I feel a little disconnected from him.<br /><br />There's the fact that I think I want to have another baby, but I feel absolutely CRAZY for even wanting to try that.<br /><br />I feel like I can never be truly happy.<br />But that I'm not really depressed.<br /><br />I wish my mom lived closer. I wish my family wanted to be around Avery. She's so amazing. I wish they knew how important it was to me to remember my babies.<br /><br />You can tell me. If you think I should be past this. If you think I should go talk to my doctor. Because I really don't know. I really don't know when I'm supposed to say, ok, lady, you need to get it together. You're too sad. You're just too sad.<br /><br />I wish someone would tell me.<br /><br />I just wish it were all different.<br /><br />But I love Avery so much, so I can't wish it was too different anymore.<br /><br />Ugh. Two different people. Two different lives. Two different universes.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-24479094326949098122011-11-04T20:28:00.001-05:002011-11-04T20:28:24.786-05:00Shutterfly<span style="font-size:130%;">Y'all, I'm going crazy using Shutterfly. I like to do my holiday shopping early, and I always get stuck on my grandpa and my husband's grandma. They really don't want anything....and I struggle to get ideas from them...and I remembered: Shutterly! I've been cranking out the calendars, mugs, giant pictures of Avery like you can't believe.<br />The other day I told the hubs I should really figure out what will be on our holiday cards and get them ordered. Then, I remembered the blog promotion they did last year and searched to see if I could find it, and I did!<br /><br />You all should use Shutterfly this year. It's inexpensive, fast, and it makes GREAT gifts. It's so easy, and I love how they deliver right to your house instead of visiting the store with the nasty germ covered photo machines and having to go out in the cold, snowy weather to pick them up!<br /><br />The other reason I love them is because they just have more choices. My sister married into a family that is Jewish, so I like to send cards with "Happy Holidays" or ones that even say Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Kwanzaa, etc. So I get more options with shutterfly as well.<br /><br />Here are some links for you to check out:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Symbol;font-size:130%;"><span><span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Shutterfly </b><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards" target="_blank">http://www.shutterfly.com/<wbr>cards-stationery/holiday-cards</a> </span><p style="margin-left:.75in"> <span style="font-family:Symbol;font-size:130%;"><span>·<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Christmas cards </b><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards" target="_blank">http://www.shutterfly.com/<wbr>cards-stationery/christmas-<wbr>cards</a></span></p> <p style="margin-left:.75in"> <span style="font-family:Symbol;font-size:130%;"><span>·<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>greeting cards </b><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/greetings/index.jsp" target="_blank">http://www.shutterfly.com/<wbr>greetings</a></span></p> <p style="margin-left:.75in"> <span style="font-family:Symbol;font-size:130%;"><span>·<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>invitations</b></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> to <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/invitations" target="_blank">http://www.shutterfly.com/<wbr>cards-stationery/invitations</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="margin-left:.75in"> <span style="font-family:Symbol;font-size:130%;"><span>·<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>photo mugs </b><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts/photo-mugs" target="_blank">http://www.shutterfly.com/<wbr>photo-gifts/photo-mugs</a></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 0.75in;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="text-decoration:none;font-family:Symbol;color:windowtext;" ><span>·<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><b>photo cards</b></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" target="_blank">http://www.shutterfly.com/<wbr>cards-stationery</a></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0.75in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">As soon as I get our holiday cards done, I'll post back so you can see a picture of it. Last year I did a top ten list of what we did that year and it was an AMAZING way for me to mention Aiden and Sophie without feeling like I'd be judged.</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;">Share yours with me, too! And check out the blog promotion! It's rad. </span>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-16864056470348694042011-10-13T19:43:00.001-05:002011-10-13T19:47:34.381-05:002.5Today, Aiden and Sophie would be 2.5 years old.<br /><br />I think I can't breathe.<br /><br />At my elementary school, there is a set of twins. They have severe disabilities. One has a walker and the other is in a wheelchair. They are both non-verbal. I used to wonder how that happened. Now I wonder...what if? What if they were here? What if they had made it?<br /><br />The wondering makes my head hurt so bad that I want to crawl in a hole. Baby announcements lately are getting to me. I'm back in a bad place. Jealousy, Bitterness. I have Avery and I am SO blessed and so lucky.<br /><br />But I miss them.<br /><br />It's not fair.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-66921836795101057352011-09-18T19:46:00.002-05:002011-09-18T19:53:01.984-05:00Checking InI have to say that it feels awfully good to have people check in on me (Thanks, <a href="http://iamstacey.wordpress.com/">Stacey</a>!!) but I feel bad that I slack off and make people HAVE to check in on me.<br />I am having a writing block. I've had a really rough time lately, but it just seems so....redundant. So already talked about. :(<br />I'm still reading, whenever I have a spare second I try-but I just haven't been able to feel out what I want to say.<br />Thank you all for everything :)Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-9227614350791725112011-08-22T19:26:00.002-05:002011-08-22T19:59:59.888-05:00NormalI can't believe it's been a month since I last posted. I think that's the longest I've ever gone. It's not for lack of want or need, I just have had one of those-can't read, can't write, I'm frozen, kind of months.
<br />I'm starting a new job here in about a week-still teaching, but elementary school, which is SO different from a middle school specialty class. It has opened up some wounds for me, unfortunately.
<br />I guess, to start with is the fact that I am working with a whole new building. A whole new group of people to get to know.
<br />I have realized in the last few weeks that I really like to protect myself. I shy very much away from situations in which there are people who I don't know-people who don't know my story. I tense up when I am with strangers, even if it's in the grocery store.
<br />Being in a new place, with all new people has brought out some of my worst fears. I find myself much more emotional than normal. I don't seem to be very confident.
<br />This lack of confidence is spreading into everywhere (along with fatigue and a LOT of work due to new job). It's really hard to be a baby loss mom and express the difficulties of parenting (I'm not saying that so you feel bad for me-it's so that you know I'm sensitive to you all out there who may not yet or may not ever be blessed with a living child). Mainly because I know that I should just be happy to have Avery here. I know that I should just suck it up and keep going, which most of the time I do. But it's been so hard to be a full-time worker plus mom plus wife plus start a new job plus have Avery randomly start biting and hitting me and keep it together. (please know that I do still know how very, very lucky I am to HAVE a job and a husband and a living on earth daugther).
<br />I feel like I'm failing at everything. I'm bickering with my husband. I'm unhealthy. I'm tired. I'm not into playing with Avery like I should be. I may have made a giant mistake with this job change. I'm forgetting dates with my friends and birthdays.
<br />My pcos is very out of control lately. I haven't had a period since March and the hormones are making me break out, I'm oily from head to toe, I'm cranky and tired, I'm bloating and gaining weight even though sometimes I'm hardly eating. I can't get a doctor appt until November. I'm worried about my thyroid for different reasons.
<br />All in all, I don't have it together right now.
<br />And today, I met with the other two teachers on my team. One is a twin, and I swear to you (even though one of them for sure knows my story) I sat there for 10 minutes while they talked about twins and all things about them. How fun it would be to have them, how fun it is to be one, how their grandma/boyfriend/cousin/uncle is a twin, how hard it would be at bedtime, ETC ETC ETC until I wanted to RUN RUN away.
<br />I left there thinking that I will NEVER by normal. I will never hear the word "twin" without wanting mine back. I will never be able to idly chat about twins without screaming on the inside "MINE SHOULD BE HERE".
<br />I may never be able to talk about pregnancy without that little voice in my head going off, "Well, if it gets here alive. If you're a lucky one." "Are you sure you should buy a crib when you're only 5 weeks pregnant?"
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<br />I've got to get it together. Put one foot in front of the other. I need a plan.
<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10101258511307320.post-7203111149631650082011-07-21T21:11:00.002-05:002011-07-21T21:42:13.532-05:00FriendshipI remember coming home from the hospital after having Sophie and Aiden. It's all such a blur, but I was in the most amount of pain that I have ever felt. I could barely function. I spent my days and my nights screaming, yelling, crying, weeping, begging.<br />And reaching out. Scrambling to find help.<br />I reached for my computer. When Brian went back to work, I laid in bed, searching. I would google "I lost my babies." "What to do when your baby dies." "I lost my twins."<br />Infant mortality, pprom, prematurity, grief, losing a baby, losing twins....<br />The list goes on and on.<br />Some of the things I found made me angry. At one point, I remember finding a site with dead baby jokes.<br />But then, I found a blog. I started reading, and never stopped. The internet became my home, my support system. It became a safe place I could go to tell my feelings to others who understood, who didn't judge, who knew I was ok, but was in the deepest, darkest place possible.<br />I can honestly say that I don't know what would have happened had I not found my little internet community. Had I not made connections with people from all around the world who shared my hurt, and also shared my hope.<br />I was so lucky to be able to take a trip recently and meet in person some of the beautiful, beautiful women I have shared this journey with.<br />Brian had a conference for work across the country, and one of my very best blog friends is from there, but it's a huge state-so I just asked her if she lived close to where we'd be. Long story shot, a freeway closing turned a "maybe lunch" into 3 full days of Avery and I staying at her (gorgeous) house! THEN, another gorgeous friend drove hours to visit us and the next day we went just a short way to see one more friend who is on bedrest now with her pregnancy.<br />It was so healing for me, so easy, so fun, to be around these women. They have become more than just strangers on the internet to me. They are my friends :)<br />The coolest thing is that 3 of us all lost babies within a month of each other---and all had our next babies within a month of each other! They all just turned one :) They had SO much fun playing together.<br /><br />Here are Avery and Nora, Bree's daughter (Bree from Baby Butterfly Ella)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iP0UpL9_-3w/TijbC5bBhNI/AAAAAAAAHqI/c5aKLybUs8c/s1600/DSC_1224.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iP0UpL9_-3w/TijbC5bBhNI/AAAAAAAAHqI/c5aKLybUs8c/s320/DSC_1224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631992176847193298" border="0" /></a>Nora, Gigi, and Avery. Gigi is Tina's daughter (Living Without Sophia and Ellie)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDCLc7l0tPQ/TijbCWa0ONI/AAAAAAAAHqA/3DuXLh5y_G0/s1600/DSC_1148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDCLc7l0tPQ/TijbCWa0ONI/AAAAAAAAHqA/3DuXLh5y_G0/s320/DSC_1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631992167451080914" border="0" /></a>Gigi, Nora, Avery<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBDHZHzxqNw/TijbDhzeC4I/AAAAAAAAHqQ/evf7YCSIujs/s1600/DSC_1156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBDHZHzxqNw/TijbDhzeC4I/AAAAAAAAHqQ/evf7YCSIujs/s320/DSC_1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631992187687144322" border="0" /></a>At Rachel's BEAUTIFUL backyard (Three Butterflies and a Monkey)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apzga4Ys8mU/TijaokdPklI/AAAAAAAAHpw/-qfwh3PYyNE/s1600/DSC_1173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-apzga4Ys8mU/TijaokdPklI/AAAAAAAAHpw/-qfwh3PYyNE/s320/DSC_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631991724542759506" border="0" /></a>Bree, Nora, Avery, me, Tina, and Gigi<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0altryXJSA/TijaoZzoLAI/AAAAAAAAHpo/Sq5q3ZRzftc/s1600/DSC_1152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0altryXJSA/TijaoZzoLAI/AAAAAAAAHpo/Sq5q3ZRzftc/s320/DSC_1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631991721683856386" border="0" /></a>Nora, Avery, and Gigi in the FABULOUS bikinis Tina brought for all the girls :)<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsXHnc3VhaY/Tijan44rIpI/AAAAAAAAHpg/UTNV98N4Gbs/s1600/DSC_1113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsXHnc3VhaY/Tijan44rIpI/AAAAAAAAHpg/UTNV98N4Gbs/s320/DSC_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631991712846652050" border="0" /></a>Nora and Avery meeting for the first time :)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDQDG3aOV2U/TijanSGPnjI/AAAAAAAAHpY/IRBa4H-9kDE/s1600/DSC_1074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDQDG3aOV2U/TijanSGPnjI/AAAAAAAAHpY/IRBa4H-9kDE/s320/DSC_1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631991702434586162" border="0" /></a>Avery & me, Rachel and Monkey, and Bree and Nora<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvXsrrJZI5E/TijapZTIP0I/AAAAAAAAHp4/5ofOzReMY9w/s1600/DSC_1209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvXsrrJZI5E/TijapZTIP0I/AAAAAAAAHp4/5ofOzReMY9w/s320/DSC_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631991738727415618" border="0" /></a>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498901545149667223noreply@blogger.com14