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I hate Tuesdays

August 26, 2008

Someone made the mistake of asking me how I was doing today.

An innocent question, and luckily, she is a very close friend dealing with her own stressful situation, so she didn’t mind when I instantly started crying. Right there in a restaurant while we were out to lunch with our kids. I told her how today has been 3 weeks since my world was shattered. I told her that I can’t bring myself to take down the ultrasound picture of my dead baby girl. How everyone and their aunt has been asking me when we will start trying again (please people, just stop asking me). How I saw someone I know last week in the parking lot of Target who is 7 months pregnant and I could barely keep it together while I was talking to her about how cute she looked and how much her son is moving around in her belly and afterwards I took my girls into the bathroom and cried for a good 15 minutes. How some of my friends and family seem to have forgotten that this isn’t something that you get over in a day or a week or even a month…you don’t ever get “over” it. The people who don’t ask tick me off. The people who do usually get a fake “I’m OK,” or if I know them well, me crying. I mostly cry to the friends who understand – they’ve been here before.

If you’ve never been pregnant, you might not understand what happens to women after they deliver – a live birth, a miscarriage (before 20 weeks), or a still birth. It doesn’t matter if your baby lives or dies – you still go through the baby blues, and if you are even as far along as I was, your milk still comes in. I threw up twice a day for 3 months solid and I don’t have a brand new baby to snuggle and nurse. I have an ultrasound picture and a sore body. And a heavy, sad heart.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 27, 2008 5:32 am

    *hughughug* For what it’s worth — and it isn’t much — I haven’t forgotten. And anytime you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you. I’m crying a lot myself these days, for different reasons, of course, but we could get together and have a sob session …And it’s only been three weeks — OF COURSE you’re not taking down the ultrasound picture of your beautiful girl. You shouldn’t ever take it down unless you decide it’s the right time to put it in a scrapbook. And if that time doesn’t come in the next 60 or so years, well *phbbbbt* on anyone who thinks it should come sooner. Hang in there, kiddo, best you can.

  2. August 27, 2008 2:50 pm

    Hi Allie, I think about you all the time. I’m so sorry, Allie. Karli

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