This has been a long week. Yes, I know it is only Tuesday. But it doesn't change the fact that I am emotionally, spiritually, mentally drained causing me to be physically drained as well. For me, this long week didn't begin on Sunday. It began on January 26. Let me explain. From the outside, to most of the world we look like a family of three. But if you listen, get to know, and ask you will find out we are a family of four.
We have a daughter. Where you might ask? I
don't see her. How old is she? These words cut through me like a knife,
even more so now then ever before. Our daughter is in heaven. We had a
miscarriage four years ago. Most of the time I am greeted with
silence. This, this is why when people asked me if my son was our first
we would just say yes. For you, it was simpler. For me, it hurt so
I am not trying to make you uncomfortable. But you see,
by me not saying what I really want to say tears me to pieces every
time. So, instead of making you feel uncomfortable, I let things be
torn just a little deeper. Well, now its time to get uncomfortable.
But instead of being greeted with silence or your opinion, just ask and
listen. We may have more in common than you realize.
found out on January 26 that our daughter no longer had a heart beat.
She was just 17 weeks old. That day I was admitted into labor and
delivery. That night was the most hellish night I have ever faced. Our
daughter was born on January 27. Yes, born. I had contractions, I
delivered her. The next day we were sent home with a box out onto our
own. While the rest of the world moved on, I was told to do the same.
The day I was discharged, just a mere 24 hours after we said hello and
goodbye to our daughter a nurse asked me when we will get back on the
horse. This, was a small taste of what was to come. But I, being so
shell shocked, sat in silence.
The week continued, how I
don't know. All I remember was getting the flu, having no heat,
tossing my birthday in the mix, and having a funeral. Yup, one doozy
of week when you think about it. Since my birthday that year, I don't
really look forward to it and most times wish it would just pass by like
any other day. For that year, with every birthday card I opened I
opened a sympathy card. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. If it
were up to me, I would just let the day pass by. Work my way through
the grief of the week and be done with until next year.
sum up the rest of the week, we buried our daughter on February 5.
After which we had to rush home because the furnace guy was coming so we
could get a new furnace ordered.
Now sure, there are
some good things that have come out of it all. However, this is the
only way I get to talk about the not so good things. Nobody asks, and I
have yet to find someone who I can fully open up to who understands or
at least tries to understand.
So you see, my view on
parenthood may differ from yours. We may look like a different family
then we really are. I still grieve, even four years later. But please,
don't be afraid to ask or turn your back at the mere mention that we
had a miscarriage. Our daughter is just as much a part of our family as
our son. Instead of running in the other direction, offer to take our
hand and help us step forward with strength, faith, and a shoulder for
when it just too hard.
This week will come to pass,
just like it has in the past. I will move forward, hopefully stronger,
and continue with the day to day stuff as usual as can be.