I remember when i found out we were expecting our little girl. We had been trying for a couple of months and this one we had both been busy so werent expecting anything. Id had a really crap day at work, the kind where everything annoys you. I got home frustrated and annoyed and went straight upstairs and collapsed on the bed. My partner walked in and said ‘whats that?’ i looked to see a positive test resting on the pillows. I sat on the edge of the bed and held on to her and just cried with joy.
Its three weeks now since our tiny girl entered the world asleep and feels like a lifetime. Its those little things are that different now.. every day we used to have a listen to her heartbeat with our fetal doppler, hearing that sound and chasing her around as she moved and kicked! There was also a ban on steak that wasnt well done..no runny eggs.. we could call each other baby momma/dadda.. all those little day to day things are now a memory. Thats one of the most scary things, that our little girl will become a memory. We will do all we can to keep her with us, but its a thought which i found really hard to deal with this week. In fact, the start of this week was more tearful than the first. But then, this week coming is when we are having a servife for her. On thursday we will say goodbye again. It will also mark 4 weeks since we had confirmation her heart had stopped. Everyday i have a chat with her in my mind, picturing her as a cheeky little fairy causing mischief. Hopefully the keepsakes we have with her hand and footprints will arrive this week – along with a memory box. We also have started to choose some photos to go with her in the cremation, we are going to write little messages on the back – theres even going to be one from the cats! We are doing everything we can to do her memory justice, she gave us so much joy in the time she was with us. We want her to know she will always be with us.
Today marks two weeks since Lily came into the world asleep. It feels like loger and no time at all. Today i finished tidying up our spare room which would have become her bedroom. My partner also read a poem which we will use at her service which (no sock here) reduced me to tears. I’ve joined the Sands forum to see what it has to offer, it will be good to connect with other people who are going through/have been through this. Yesterday my closest friend said they could attend Lilys service (none of my close family can) without any hesitation, which also reduced me to tears but a mixed one – the lack of hesistation was really nice to know that people are there, no questions asked, if i need them. The cats are still goung crazy, something we say is down to our cheeky fairy Lily making them go loopy! Its a lot of things happening..
but, damn, it still bloody hurts.
We have a rough idea that the service will be about a week and a half so long as the hospital have released Lily by then. It feels like a small slice of forever. Im feeling myself becoming slightly anxious at times, im not sure if its due to the wait until then.
i cant possibly put into words how much i miss our little girl.. how much i want to hold her little hands again. The cold reality is that i never will. All i can do is keep her in my thoughts as a cheeky fairy causing mischief! Her story was cut short so we will write it for her. But still, nothing will heal how much i want my little girl to still be alive. I didnt even realise how much i loved her until i had to think about saying goodbye.
i think my other halfs mom is flying over to attend the service, which is nice as my immediate family are closer but cant attend.. though we arent even sure if we want it to just be us or not.
i cried earlier and still feel exhausted. But on a positive – no work tomorrow! So at last i can sleep and hope in the dreams i can see our little girl again.
I know i have commented on this before, but wow.. grief is so very tiring. When ive been crying or upset i feel tired like i worked a long shift.but then its more mental tiredness.. after that is difficult to get upset for a while. I just feel so drained that i dont feel anything for a while. Oddly these can be something that adds clarity to thought.. the usual thought its how if someone was telling me that what weve been through i would be thinking ‘fucking hell, life give them a damn break’
One year ago today we lost our first little one.. its given valentines a bit of a different meaning for us. Our first sadly passed away at 8-9 weeks.. what added extra sadness was that we found out just before going on holiday.. a holiday which started with a stop over in Paris. It sounds almost too sad to be true – something i was thinking when talking to our bereavement midwife today. We named our little one Babba (that was the nickname we had used throughout) and they have always stayed with us, though the pain was terrible we used it as a resolve to keep moving forwards. We hoped that we would be coming into a year later with good news, but sadly february now holds even more sadness with our loss of Lily. I tried going in to work today hoping to keep myself occupied.. which worked up until a point. After a while i started to feel the sadness boiling over.. i found a quiet place to sit down and then called the bereavement midwife to have a chat. Lots of tears later and i felt exhausted – thats one of the things people rarely tell you about grief, thats its so tiring! The sadness was made even worse by the fact we went to speak with the people handling the arrangements for Lilys ceremony.. its a lot of different things to comprehend, let alone process emotionally.
I decided it was best to go home early. I came home to find a slightly different vslentines present from my other half – she was part way through cleaning the kitchen (a task i usually do), and i smiled and started to feel better. Despite all of the loss we have faced, we have never faced it alone, we have faced it together.
i can’t believe its already been a week since out little one came into the world asleep. This has possibly been the longest and shortest week of my life.. its so very strange how time changes so much with how you are feeling. A week ago we were wiping away tears and waiting to meet our tiny one for the first time and now we are sat at home on the sofa watching Tv…after some tears. The onset of normality after something so tragic is a really really strange feeling… the pain is still there but its moved from someone ripping my heart apart to emptiness and missing her so much.. its more like a constant melancholy. But that said, we’ve still managed to make each other laugh and giggling at times, something we have both felt guilty about on separate occasions – which is really silly as we know Lily would have wanted us to rejoice in the fact that she happened and take happiness ans strength from that.
Tomorrow i go back to work which i’m not really looking forwards to, but if i put it off i will only feel worse. That’s not to say anything bad about what i do or the people i work with (well except one who is really annoying me, so i will have to try my best not to tell them to f**k off as i really do need this job). I’m most worried about leaving my other-half with our crazy kittens.. though they should take good care of her.
Also tomorrow we have a meeting with the people who will be handling the cremation, something which will no doubt break our hearts yet again. And we haven’t yet heard from the hospital as to when they have completed their checks on Lily.. it sounded like there was a bit of a hold up, though she is only having external checks so hopefully we will hear something at the start of next week.
next week also brings up an old pain as valentines day marks one year since we lost our first little light..
One of the ways we are finding peace at the moment is to think of our little Lily as a cheeky fairy who is always around us causing mischief at filling our hearts with smiles and laughter. Its how we have chosen to keep her with us. Neither of us are religious but it is nice to think that she is with her great-grandmother, our other little light and others we know who were lost too early. In the most basic of ways to look at things we know she felt no pain and went when it was best for her, on her terms. We knew there could be complications later on and that she probably wouldn’t survive until term, and if she did it probably wouldn’t be for very long.. So it was a small mercy that she saved pain for herself and months of worry for us. but even with that all that said… it still hurts because she was, is and always will be our little girl.