So I am just going to explain my past three months in a nut shell.
November 17-December 17
This month was the month I obviously lost my daughter. When Cara was born as most of you know, I did not want to hold her. I was too sick to even pick out a name untill after she was born. It was not even a name that I had picked out (My godmother did) Now of course its beautiful and perfect in every way. I was in TOTAL shock and denial! I just wanted to go home and erase what happened, and possibly pretend that it did not happen. However, that was not the case. I was readmitted less than one week later. Its a scary thing when people are asking you if you have a living will. Even AFTER I was released from the hospital I spent the next few weeks, TERRIFIED for my life, CONSTANTLY at the doctors and constantly being in panic mode about my health. Would you blame me?
[Now I have not talked about my husband much on here, but let me advise you what a amazing patient man he is. He stayed at the hospital EVERY SINGLE night I was there, he left once to shower when I was in labor. He went back and forth numerous times to our house and back to the hospital to get me anything I needed at all. He sat with me all day, with the room temp at 65 and no lights on, shades drawn and no sound to the TV. (ALL DUE TO THE MAGNESIUM SULFATE...My nightmare drug) He fed me when I could not even lift my head. He helped me to the bathroom and was there for every second, every needle and every tear. He had patience with me when I would not hold our own daughter, patience with me when I was mad at everyone for holding her and patience with me as I reasked EVERY question at least 5 times because my mind was not working. Hes perfect and is the most amazing father our little girl could ever asked for. He loved her more than life its self.]
During month 1 my precious Charlie (chihuhua) slipped a disk in his back (actually when I was in the hospital) and underwent a 5,000$ emergency back surgery. Now this was a blessing in disquise because the next 6 weeks I took care of him every minute of every day. My love for him is unconditional. I look at him sometimes and see Cara in him because he truly helped me get through the first month.
{everything happens for a reason} This was a hard month, because this month I did not greive for my daughter, I just focused on trying to live, and what could possibly be next for me, when all my dreams were shattered in one day.
December 17-January 17 This was a sad month, I went to visit Cara for the first time on my own. We got through Christmas the best that we could. On the flip side, it was a happy month because I was able to go back to work and start my life again. I finally put some pictures up of her in the house and looked through her box that the hospital gave us. The second month I think It finally was sinking in what happened to me.
Jan 17- Now
This would have to be the hardest. Jan 23 was Caras due date, I attended a baby shower, and life is back to normal...{well whatever normal is} However I miss her terribly. For the first time my heart actually aches for her and Im mad at myself I could not greive in the beginning. I know I was sick, but its scary to have no emotion what so ever! I look at her video daily, and I look through her pictures constantly. I got a tattoo and am awaiting a necklace. Im so scared people will forget her. Im scared I will forget her face. I wish I remembered what she looked like aside from pictures, or what she felt like.
This is the month that apparently "I need to move on", that this "consumes my life" and I need to "focus on other things besides doctors appointments and Cara." While part of me believes half of that {or did for a few hours}... I STRONGLY believe YOU CANNOT JUDGE untill you have walked a day in my shoes. I would not want ANYONE to wear my shoes...(trust me...plus its not like they would fit I have small feet) But come on...move on? Im just now focusing on what happened! My mind is just NOW clearing up. The greiving process (from what I hear) takes up to 6 months. As for doctors appointments...I was VERY sick. I'm a Survivor of Severe Preeclampsia: multi-system organ failure, nervous system impairment and swelling on the brain. I lost my vision in one eye, was imagining crap that did not happen and was bed ridden for a week... Sorry but I need to get my body back to good health before I TTC again! Women die from this and I have a high chance of having this again and trust me I am going to do EVERYTHING in my power to be healthy again. Lets face it im not exactly the poster child for "health" these days. But seriously, please don't tell me how to cope. Don't say anything if you cant say something nice to me. I need to learn what the best way for me to cope is. When the best times are, and I dont need advice on what NOT to do. Fortunately no one I know (directly) has gone through ANYTHING close to what I have so no one shares in my pain.
So please, know that I am OK...(trust me I am) I have good and bad days.
Please know that I will get through this on my own...but I will never be 100%...ill never be the same...Know that my heart will always ache for my baby girl...and know my world is forever changed.