Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A Tragic Day

Today Grayson received a new friend. My sis in law and her family have lost their son and it is absolutely heart breaking that they had to go through this pain and heartache. I am soo grateful for the fact that I have been through this experience so that I was able to try and provide support but nonetheless I struggled and still struggle to know how to be supportive without going to far and letting them bond together as well. I just really don't know what to do other than offer a million times to do anything they need me to do but I know from experience that words are meaningless in this kind of situation. It's harsh but true. However it's hard to know what action to take without going to far and overstepping bounds. I really hope that through it all they just know beyond a doubt that I truly love them and my heart is with their family tonight and that they can forgive me for the silly words of attempted comfort. It is just soo unfair that they have to go through this experience and I hate it. I hate knowing that they had to lose their son. It's so unfair. So very unfair.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Grateful....happy 4th birthday my little angel

pretty flowers i found at a nursery here

In church on Sunday we had a lesson that incorporated being thankful for the kind deeds that others have done for us. I am so very blessed. I don't thank the people around me near enough for the kind things they do for me. The lesson, however, got me thinking about 4 years ago tomorrow when Grayson came into my life. I had sooo many kind people surrounding me during that time. Each played an important role for me and really helped me get through things a little better than I'm sure I would've without them.

To my parents, thank you for supporting me even though the circumstances weren't the greatest. Mom, thank you for sticking with me even when I tried to push you away. You saw past my tough act and stuck in there with me, and I appreciate you very much for that. Thank you for letting me cry and helping me know that was okay. Thank you for your patience with me and trying to understand what I was going through.

To my dad and my brother, thank you for giving my baby his blessing. I can't imagine how difficult that may have been for you but you willingly stepped up to the plate and you have no idea how much I am truly appreciative. That blessing is something that I hold dear. It gave and still gives me reassurance that my boy looking down on our family and isn't just lost in oblivion somewhere.

Thank you to the rest of my family for stepping up and being there for me when I needed you. Thank you for visiting me and offering your love and support. Thank you for remembering my son and counting him as part of our family. You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you Steph for remembering every year that it's his birthday and checking in on me. I love you all.

Thank you to my dear friend Michelle. You took time out to sit with me in the hospital and helped me keep my mind off things. You helped pass the time and showed your love for me and my family. You are a beautiful soul and I am blessed to have you as a friend.

Thank to you to my dear friends Jarrod and Staci. Thank you for always being supportive and loving towards me and my boys. Thank you soo much for thinking to contact the NILMDTS photographer, I never would've thought to do that on my own and didn't even know they existed. And even if I had, with everything going on I probably wouldn't have done that on my own. Those pictures are soo special to me. I cherish them and keep them close. Thank you.

Thank you to my dear friends Tyler and Mande, who have always offered us love and support. I know your there and supportive whenever I need you. Thank you for helping us celebrate his birthdays with balloons. Thank you for your friendship, we love you guys.

Thank you to all of my co-workers at the time. Thank you Lisa from the school, who rallied up the troops and brought over meals for myself and my family. That helped so much. Thank you to Amanda and the co-workers at my other job for pooling money to help with costs/purchasing my remembrance necklace.

Thank you to everyone else who was supporting and caring for myself and my boys at that time and now. All of you had a deep impact in my life and there are not enough words in the world to express my gratitude for helping us be strong and endure.

I am thankful for my boys.They asked today when we were going to get a grave for Grayson. They so badly want somewhere we can visit  him, even if it's just his spirit we are visiting. Someday we will be able to afford one, someday. I love when Ryder asks about Grayson and wants me to talk about him. I love that they want to celebrate his birthday just as if he was here with us. They even want to have a birthday party for him tomorrow, complete with cake. Man I love them, sooo much.

And finally, to my sweet angel Grayson. Thank you for being a constant companion to us all. Your in my heart always and I think of you often. I know you are watching down on us and encouraging us to be our best. I am sorry I couldn't do more for you during your short life, but you have blessed me tremendously. I know you served your purpose to me and were too pure of a soul for this world. I love you more than life itself and cannot wait to be with you. I send you my love, my sweet angel, until we meet again.

"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these....He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
     -excerpt from Mommy, Please Don't Cry

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Happy Birthday

Well buddy its your birthday today. Its been a numb day. Not sad, but not happy. A little bit hurt that only two family members remembered it is your birthday, but that is kind of selfish. Your birthday is important to me but I need to remember that it's kind of hard to remember things like this when they didn't happen directly to you. And that I'm horrible at remembering my living family member's birthdays...even though I've been trying to do a lot better (I have you to thank for that seeing as how I know what it feels like to have you forgotten and don't want them to feel that way). But still. I'm being selfish. I am just afraid you will be forgotten and that can't happen.
It was kind of odd watching your brothers and your cousin today, realizing that we would be/should've been having a birthday party for you instead of playing baseball. But you probably would've loved baseball too. Anyway, I love you. I'm sorry I didn't do more for your birthday, but I really don't know what to do that would do you justice. So I keep you in my thoughts and prayers and hope your doing well. Say hi to all of our family and friends up there who have joined you. Watch over us always. I love you.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Getting Harder

I'm sitting here with so much on my mind and I have no idea how to put any of it into words without losing it. How do you put this into words without sounding like a big baby? Or feeling ridiculous for not "getting over it" already. So this will probably not make sense to anyone but myself, but this is my place to brain dump and get my feelings out so that is that.
You would think that 3 years later this would be easier, but instead it seems that it gets harder. How is that? Isn't time supposed to heal wounds...not make them worse? It is starting to get harder and harder to see kids that would be Grayson's age. It's hard to feel like something is missing from your heart. From your family. From your home. What does he look like? Is he talking and walking? Is he fiesty or shy? Does he like to snuggle up at night like his brothers? Who is taking care of my baby? Does he have anyone there to take care of him? To protect him?
It was so long ago and we have nothing for him really, it almost seems like he wasn't real. Maybe I'm afraid of losing him or his memory. Maybe thats why its so hard, I am wanting so badly to make sure he is remembered. But I don't have much for him. No body, no record of birth or death, nothing. Just a few pictures and some scattered memories of that time. But that should be enough shouldn't it?
I'm not sure how to not let it get harder. All of the things that other mothers who'd lost children were describing at that time, I am feeling now. I don't understand it. I probably never will. All I know is that I miss my baby more than ever and I want him here with me now. But I can't have him. I will never have him in this life. He is gone. And even though this life is just a brief period of time in the big picture for my life, it seems like forever right at this very moment. I want my baby. I want my Grayson.

*As an edit....my 4 yr old taught me an important lesson. As we looked at pictures of Grayson, he asked why he had to go to heaven. Before I could answer, he said "It's because Jesus loves him and wants him there." How is it that my spunky little guy can simply understand something so complex to me? It is one of those times when I see the comforting hand of my Savior watching over me. I couldn't get past this without him.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Its Been a Minute...

I have a feeling this is going to become my safe spot for awhile as I think my soul is finally ready to heal. I have pushed the feelings down soo long in an effort to move on and be okay, that they eventually were going to re-surface and now they have. I guess I'm more prepared now to deal with them maybe? I don't know. Yesterday in church, a discussion prompted me to think of Grayson and that whole experience and how grateful I am that my mom insisted she be there with me so I didn't have to suffer alone. I tried to push her away, but she pushed right back and I can't even express how grateful I am for that.

I don't know if any of this will make sense but I need to have an emotional brain dump to get it all out. The people who read this blog all know what I'm going through for the most part, but for any that read who haven't experienced anything like this please excuse the rawness and TMI, but thats exactly what its going to be. So if your not comfortable with that, this may be a post you want to skip.

Yesterday night I just all of a sudden felt soo angry and frustrated. I am soo mad that when the ultrasound tech saw an issue, my doc didn't get me into a specialist sooner because sometime within the week I had the ultrasound then went to the specialist, my son died. I guess he didn't feel it was that important? I don't know. I remember doing alot of research that week and seeing how serious it could be, but hoping that since my doc didn't seem to worried about things that I shouldn't worry about it.
I'm angry that the nurses at the hospital didn't listen to me. I realize I purposely masked my pain, thats my coping method, but I was going through labor. It hurts. No I wasn't in labor with a full term baby, but geez it hurts the same going through the process.  I didn't want an epi, I simply wanted something to help with the pain but I didn't "look like" I was in pain so I didn't need anything. When I said that I felt like I was going to push, I got told the treatment they gave me wouldn't kick in for 12 hours, so I still had a couple hours until it was time. Even though I had the extreme urge to push. I was frustrated that my mom was the only one who believed and listened to me when I told her I couldn't hold back any longer and had to push. She had to frantically run down the hall to get a nurse, because they didn't believe me. And that pinnacle moment, when there should've been the doc and nurses waiting at my bedside to catch my baby, I was completely alone. I couldn't wait any longer, I tried....but couldn't do it. I remember feeling him be born, hearing my mom in the hallway begging someone to come help me. I remember her face when she came in to the room and saw that he was here. I remember her and I being alone for far too long, the only thoughts running through my mind were 'Why isn't anyone here? Why isn't anyone trying to save my son? If they could just try....maybe he could come back to me but no one is coming!" The moment I realized that he was gone, no one was going to help him and I was a failure for not being a better advocate for my son....I felt the deepest sorrow I have ever felt and will probably ever feel. My pain was coming from the depth of my soul and I have no idea how to even describe it, but the pain was unbearable. In that moment I didn't care about being strong anymore, I was in too much pain to be strong and I cried. Wept for my son, wept that no one had tried to save him, wept that he was really gone and would not be coming back. I truly felt him there with me and that was the only thing that gave me hope. I then felt like an idiot and snapped into being strong. Regretfully my version of being strong included pushing everyone, including my son, away and trying to make it go away. That is something I will regret and feel guily for the rest of my life.
On top of losing my son, I also had to endure the extremely painful process of having my doc in essence give me a D/C with his bare hand. Literally. That was more painful than the labor. I could literally feel his hand swiping around in there trying to, what I can only guess, was dettach the placenta. Then grabbing some wierd metal contraption and scraping around up there with that for quite some time in conjunction with his hand. I truly have never felt a pain more severe than that, with the only pain medication in my system being an IBprofen or something to that effect to help with cramps. It was bad enough that I remember him asking the nurse to be prepared to call for an operating room to be prepped if one final thing he tried didn't work. It luckily worked, whatever it was...but not without much pain and feeling rather hurt, both physically and emotionally.
 I have tried for the last couple years to push that all away and justify what happened, but I'm realizing now it was wrong. So very wrong. The nurses failed me and my son that day. They didn't listen to me. My doc failed me, he wasn't there for me. Even after the nurses called, we waited for a VERY long time before he came. It seemed like eternity. The damage was done. My heart was broken, and all I could do was justify why they hadn't been there for me and what I could've done differently. I wish they would've given me a day or two to think about what to do with his body instead of making me decide shortly after I lost him.
The one thing I will never forget is the love and support of my family and some close friends. Truly, I couldn't have made it without them. After all of the pain and heartache, the positive things that happened the next day can overshadow the bad. My family was amazing. I remember my sis in law sitting with me as the men of the family gave Grayson his name and blessing, and her just lettting me cry. Helping me to know that it was okay. My dad and brother for having the strength to hold my lifeless son in their hands so that he could get a name and blessing, and so that I could have the peace of mind that he will be waiting for me when I'm ready to return home to my Heavenly Father. That couldn't have been an easy task, but they were soo full of love for my son. My mom stuck by my side the entire time. She stood by my side and held my hand, helping me to know that it was okay to cry and it was okay to feel that pain instead of trying to make it go away. She helped me feel not soo alone. My family helps me to know that my son was part of their lives as well, counting him as a person and not ignoring that he is part of my life. I would've never thought the littlest act of including him as part of my family when telling people how many grandkids or nieces and nephews they have would be soo comforting to me.
 My wonderful friends gave me the an amazing gift, being able to cherish my son through pictures. Had I been given the option to think about it and decide on my own I would've said no, worrying that it would've been an inconvenience or been silly of me to think about having my dead son photographed. But when I think of him and want to remember him, those pictures are the first things I look at. They also give my sons the chance to know their brother in a way. I will never be able to say thank you enough for them doing that for me. One friend sat by my side in the hospital room to give my mom the opportunity to eat. She was able to just listen, keep my company, and keep me smiling so that my mind was off the events that were about to happen. My friends afterwards who brought dinner afterward for my family (not just me, but my parents too) and those friends who gathered enough money together for me to purchase a necklace with his name and footprints on it so that I could have a piece of him with me always.
In tragedy, there is strength and peace. Thats the biggest lesson I've learned. It's going to take me a very long time to get over the pain of what happened that day. The injustice that was brought upon me by people who were more concerned about the clock and timeframes than about what was happening to me. I'm angry. I'm resentful. I'm sorrowful. But I have a feeling I'm about ready to deal with all those feelings now. And I'm grateful I have a place to write these feelings down and express them here, where no one will judge me or tell me I'm stupid. I have a place with people who have been there and can recognize some of these feelings. Even though everyone's experience is different, the pain of losing a child is the same. I can only hope those loved ones around me can be patient while I finally tredge through this and move on to a happier place.

Monday, May 9, 2011

In Honor

Hey Grayson. Yesterday was your birthday, and I had more than one teary moment. But I made it through. And even though it was VERY windy, the boys and I went and put lilacs and apple blossoms on the graves of some of your friends up there. I hope it made them smile.
I love you Grayson and I can't wait to see you again.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Sunday...Mothers Day

I've had a lot of thoughts on this subject this year. By happen chance...Grayson's birthday is on Sunday. Mothers Day. Ironic isn't it. I think I've done pretty good at dealing with everything that happened, and even though I'm pretty sure the way I've dealt with my feelings is completely unhealthy (pushing them down and ignoring them...pretending they aren't there), this year I've really been thinking about him more.
I was hoping by now that I would have a gravestone or that memorial done by now. Somewhere physical that I could go to pay my respects. However, that hasn't happened. Mostly due to money, time, etc.

Because of this, I don't know what to do for his birthday. Do I celebrate it? Is it wierd to celebrate the birthday of someone that didn't even take a breath while on this earth? I wouldn't celebrate a grandparents birthday who had passed along...why is this different? But...its different because he was my son. A part of me. But it doesn't change the feelings that I'm being wierd about wanting to do something, I just don't know what do to.

I did a balloon release last year...and I just didn't think it was affective. My boys were cold and complaining, we had a hard time getting everything settled after work, and it just didn't seem to do much. It didn't seem like a good way to remember his birthday. Maybe more planning needs to go into it. I don't know. Either way, I was kind of disappointed. But that could also be my numbness to the situation coming out too. I've considered taking flowers and placing them on the graves of the babies here in our cemetary, but don't know if financially I could. That seems more meaningful to me than a balloon release though. And helps curb my want for somewhere physical to go visit him. We shall see.

Other feelings...Its hard to believe that I would have a 2 yr old romping around the house. I keep wondering what he would look like. I imagine probably brown hair and green eyes. Maybe blonde hair. Tall and skinny like his brothers. I bet he would be kinda sassy and energetic. Definitely a bundle of joy for me. I wonder how much our life would've changed having him here. This year has been a year of loss, and being at the cemetery has made the boys ask about Grayson alot. The last time we were there, he asked if we could go ask the grave people to put up a grave for Grayson. They keep asking me when we will be able to visit him. It just makes me speechless. And a little sad.

So I know its early my dear...but happy birthday Grayson. I wish you were here with us physically, but I know that your here in spirit time to time and I truly appreciate that. We like having you around. I hope your having fun up there and save us a good spot. I can't wait to see you again.