Just rambling about grief and loss
I'm fairly new here and am still yet to put my story of loss up here. I am trying to find the right words I guess. The account of my baby's birth, life and death that I've tried to write is so long and I cant seem to shorten it.
It has been 9 weeks since my 5 week old girl passed away from a rare genetic condition. We didnt know about it before, during or after pregnancy. It just manifested itself at 3 weeks of age while she was in hospital. And days later they told us she wouldn't live very long and if she did it would only be a few weeks/months and it would not be easy. So the following 2 weeks when she was on life support were the most stressful in my whole life.
8 weeks ago it was a lot worse and I was in so much shock, pain and anxiety. I feel like I have come a fair way with the grieving, and am "dealing with it" better than before. Each week I get just a tiny bit stronger. So I am doing some things that I couldnt do early on. But life still isnt the same, I guess there is a "new normal" now.
I am doing a lot of different therapeutic things to deal with it, all of which I think are helping in combination and I have a lot of support around. But no matter how strong I feel, or how distracted I may be somedays, there is always some point where the reality keeps coming back to me that THIS IS NOT GOING TO GO AWAY. EVER. It happened. I had a baby and now I dont. My arms ache to hold her again. I will never know who she would have become. There is a big part of me and my life that is missing. She is not coming back. Why did this happen, why did she suffer. Why did she have to die???
I do feel warm when I get reminders about her. I am glad I got to spend 3 good weeks with her before she became ill. So I have some beautiful memories. But then it was cruelly taken away. I do believe she is an angel to watch over us, for whatever reason that may become clear someday but not in this lifetime, and I will see her again one day and that warms my heart. But still, in the cold reality of day, I miss her so so so much. I feel angry that I was deprived of keeping her, of being able to share my life with her. I temporarily put my focus on other things but at the end of the day, I miss her so much and I think of her every minute of the day. It just doesnt go away. All I want to do is think of her, talk about her and live in my mind back in June/July when she was alive.
I read a lot about grief and have read every book in the library about maternal grief that I could find. I have read so many accounts of other women who have lost babies and it makes me so sad and angry that we have to live our lives without them and cant see them. And the sad thing is it is not just me but there are so many women out there going through exactly the same thing and never got to see their baby again (which is the reality when they die) but reading it confirms it in a way, that so many people are living their lives like me, missing their babies. It just hits home, makes it real to me that it happened and she wont be coming back.
When does this pain ease? does it every go away?? :(