Just when I felt like things had been going okay it hit me. I wrote that last post on Friday afternoon and by about 9 that evening the grief took over. The grief came on very suddenly and I know exactly why it did. I had received an email from my friend who is also a fellow fetal surgery baby loss momma like myself. We met through my blog shortly after she lost her daughter in the fetal surgery last August. We have been in touch ever since. She let me know in her email that the one year mark is coming up from the surgery and her daughters passing.
After she lost her daughter she was told to wait at least one year before trying again. I was told at least 6 months. I got pregnant at 8 months and my uterus ruptured. I know that there isn't a guarantee that my uterus wouldn't have ruptured had I waited a year or even longer to get pregnant, but I do know that the longer in between any c-section is best. I listened to the doctors and I still became another damn statistic.
The rest of the evening I played the damn "what-ifs" game. The same questions kept running through my mind over and over again. Why didn't the doctors tell me to wait 1 year or longer? I would've hated it but maybe this wouldn't have happened. Why didn't the doctors do a c-section at the 36 weeks? Instead they almost made me feel guilty about even doing one at 37 weeks saying that she might have lung issues. Alive is better than dead, and many babies are born at 36 weeks or earlier and are just fine. Why didn't the doctors tell me that even though my fetal surgery incision looked fine now that if a rupture was going to happen it could be any day? Why were they so damn certain that things were going to be just fine?
This went on the rest of the evening.
My friend also said that they might not even try at the one year mark, but instead wait until around December to give it more time. Even reading that made me upset. Not that I would want what happened to me to happen to her again, ours stories don't need to end the same, but there is this part of me that's afraid that there will be yet again another person who gets there baby before me. It made me wish that I had someone who had been through what I had before me. That way I could see how long they had waited to get pregnant after the surgery, what happened throughout there next pregnancy, the care they got, what there doctor recommended for a c-section date, whether or not they ruptured, and if they did rupture what there symptoms were.
I woke up Saturday to the sun shining. I had mentioned in that last post about starting to enjoy the sunshine, but seeing the sun that morning pissed me off because I was still all bent out of shape from Friday night.
I decided to go check my email and the first email I see was from Derecks aunt. The email opened and it was a picture of Evelynn's gravestone. It was finished and was placed out at the cemetery next to Liam's. I started bawling. It looked beautiful and just like I wanted. Why out of all things though that I should be buying for my daughter right now did a gravestone have to be one of them?
|Brother and Sister|
By that evening I was all sorts of stressed out. A good friend had invited me out to her boyfriends cabin, which is about 70 miles away, and I decided maybe I should just go there. Once I got on the road I bawled my eyes out for about a good 45 miles of that drive. By the time I got there I didn't feel much like socializing at all. I was just tired from everything.
Thankfully the next morning I woke up in a better state of mind. I got out stand up paddle boarding for the first time and loved it. Even my dogs hopped on with me.
When I left there I met up with this lady who I met through my uterine rupture group who has a story similar to me. One stillbirth and then a uterine rupture both resulting in loss. I think I mentioned meeting her a few posts back. Anyway that made for a nice way to end my afternoon. It is always good talking to someone who "gets it."
My coworker who was pregnant at the same time as me, whose due date was about a month after mine, came back to work. I was a little nervous about it at first as I was afraid that everyone would be asking her about her baby all day long and I would have to hear about it. It went surprisingly well though. She told me she actually asked others not to bring her baby up when I was around so I wouldn't get upset. So sweet of her to think of me and not wanting my feelings hurt. We got pretty close while pregnant and she was there to listen anytime I was having a paranoid moment and just to talk babby stuff with. I know she will still be here to listen to me as I grieve for my little girl, I just wish we could be talking about our new babies together. Actually, if Evelynn were here I wouldn't even be at work to talk to her because I'd be home with her instead.
We also started talking about pumping. It is nice to have someone to talk to about it. Also nice to have someone to share funny milk stories with because I have a few alright, which I am sure every nursing mom does. I have shared a few with friends but I am sure if find my random lactating moments quite as amusing.
A newer coworker, who had started shortly after I came back to work, had overheard us talking pumping on Monday. I always wondered who all at my work new about Evelynn or even that I am pumping. She apparently new neither. She had came up to me later that afternoon and asked about me having a baby at home as well. Always awkward having to tell someone and she obviously wasn't expecting the answer that I gave her.
Okay enough with that now that you got an update of my entire weekend. Hoping the rest of the week goes well. Next weekend hopping a flight to Katmai National Park with a friend bear viewing and hopefully doing a little hiking.
First of all the stone you picked for Evelynn is absolutely perfect (as perfect as these things are). It is just beautiful and I love the quote that you used and that it matches Liam's. I just kept staring at it and re-reading it. I wish you never had to buy that for her, but you really gave her the very best. Her stone came so quickly...because you knew what you were doing already...ugh.ReplyDelete
The "what if" game...it's a bitch! I know you can't help, but to ask yourself those questions. From the outside looking in you did everything you were "supposed" to do. Life just isn't freaking fair even though I wish it was. I'm sorry it was such a harsh weekend. I know that kind of crying takes such a physical toll on the body.
I know it's not enough, but I'm thinking about you all the time. I'm remembering Evelynn. I am.
I am so sorry that this happened to you - twice. I had a csection and was told 3 different things by 3 different doctors about how long I should wait to try for my rainbow. I was told 3 months, 6 months, and over a year. It's so hard to know what to do for the best. I'm desperate to get pregnant again, but afraid of what will happen if I do.ReplyDelete
I'm glad that having your coworker back in the office wasn't too hard on you and that she is being understanding. It's difficult sometimes, because as much as they don't want to hurt us, they do have a good reason to be happy and want to celebrate. It just isn't fair.
Evelynn's gravestone is beautiful and perfect just like she was and is. I hope it brings you some peace to be able to visit it and know that her life made an impact on so many.
I'm so sorry you had to purchase another headstone. Life can be so incredibly cruel. The stone is, however, a beautiful tribute to your precious girl. ~LindsayReplyDelete
Evelynn's stone is beautiful. I'm so sorry you had to select it for her, but it is a lovely tribute to the daughter you love so much. I know that everything feels so painful now. I lit a candle for Evelynn on her 3 month birthday and cried for you guys. It's do impossibly unfair. I truly believe that the future holds happiness for you. I just wish it could be yours now to share with Evelynn. Know that I am thinking of you.ReplyDelete
Evelynn's stone is so perfect. I hate that you had to select it, but it is a beautiful tribute to the daughter you love so much. I know life must be so painful right now. I lit a candle for Evelynn on her three month birthday and cried for you guys. It's so unfair. I still believe the future holds happiness for you. I just wish it was yours now to share with Evelynn. I'm so sorry. Know that I am thinking of you.ReplyDelete
Like the others said - that headstone is perfect. I hope next weekend is better, easier, less painful. I think of your family so oftenReplyDelete
I can only imagine a fraction of the pain you're going through... what-ifs are so so hard and wondering what could have been done differently. I love her gravestone... thinking of you always xoxoReplyDelete
I admire your strength to keep trying to get out with friends, even when it doesn't go smoothly and nothing really feels good. That said, I hope the bears are amazing! Drowning in what ifs is so hard.ReplyDelete
Her Gravestone is really beautiful. I am always thinking of you.ReplyDelete
The gravestone is beautiful. Always thinking of you <3ReplyDelete
I'm glad to have found your blog. I'm so sorry for the loss of your babies. They were beautiful. On 3/19/15 I lost my son Christian when my uterus ruptured. The doctor who delivered him told me to never get pregnant again. But my regular OB said I should wait 2 years. I would love to have another baby although no child could replace the son I lost. But I'm terrified of losing another child, not to mention I almost died in the process. Its such an unnatural thing for a child to die before a parent and I am still deep in the grieving process. I am thankful you had a healthy baby boy you were able to take home. I pray that your heartache gets better. I have come to understand it never leaves but it can get better.ReplyDelete