I’ve been trying to be proactive when it comes to my “grief work”, as our social worker put it the other day. There are moments when I don’t want to be, moments when it all just comes crashing down… then I let the tears flow, and move back to feeling like maybe I can handle this tragedy if I take it moment by moment. It really is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, to face this hellish situation, all the while missing my baby more than words could ever adequately describe. Oh how I miss her, and how my heart aches.
Chris and I are trying to be good to ourselves these days, and always good to each other. In spite of this shitty situation, I know that we are lucky in many ways. We do have each other, and we will eventually be okay. It will be a month tomorrow since Lucy was born and her short little journey of life ended so abruptly. It’s hard to focus on being good to ourselves when there are constant reminders of what we’ve lost. The moment I start to feel guilty about this, I try to remind myself that I have to get to a point of “living well” again someday because Lucy cannot. I have to do it for her. Easier said than done most of the time, but I continue to make myself get out of bed each day and give it my best shot, no matter how lame my efforts may be at times. I have been taking photos the past few days here and there when I see something that makes me feel Lucy’s light and posting them… the sunset sky, our dog Waggs enjoying the outdoors, the shoreline, even Chris… again, I feel that everything beautiful has Lucy in it. This makes me feel a little more connected to her, and reminds me to appreciate the beauty, just for her.
I have my first meeting with a therapist scheduled for Wednesday. My plan is to meet with her once a week, especially for the duration of time while I am at home and Chris is at work. I hope this helps. When we spoke with the social worker at the doc’s office, she mentioned that both Chris and I are doing very well considering the circumstances. So, we went from being a “textbook” pregnancy, to “textbook” grievers. And apparently, I am ahead of the curve on my healing for my C-section too. Go figure. Once again, we are ‘ideal’. What good is any of that when our little girl isn’t here? I am nervous, but hoping that therapy will be of more help. Chris seems to be doing a lot better than I am, but he is feeling it all the same. I mentioned this to him the other day, and he said that it’s okay, Lucy was physically with me for her whole life, so of course I’m probably struggling with it more than he might be from moment to moment. I’m in awe of his understanding, and thankful that we both get that we’re going to be dealing with this differently.