Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Yes, I'm Still Grieving

Next week will mark the one year anniversary of the birth and death of my son and daughter.  I have come so far from where I was last year.  If someone were to offer me a billion dollars to go back to the first day after they were gone I would never accept.  That was the most intense sadness and emptiness I have ever experienced and don't think I could survive it again.  Now if I were able to go back to the day that they were born and be able to hold them in my arms again, even for one minute, I would do it all over again.  I realize that may sound crazy, but I would give anything to be able to see their beautiful faces and hold their precious bodies in my arms.  I would take pictures, tons of pictures.  I would hold them, dress them, kiss them and snuggle them.  Those short moments that I had with my babies were priceless.

Whenever I think of what it was like in the days and weeks after their death my heart hurts.  I remember who I was at that time; a grieving mother.  I remember the emotions I felt, the anger, the despair, the guilt, the desperate desire to go back in time and change it all.  I remember bursting out weeping throughout the day.  I cried and cried and cried.  My eyes nearly swelled shut and my face was blotchy and red.  I remember my empty soft stomach.  I remember my breasts engorged with milk.  I wanted to pump, but I knew that I couldn't handle seeing the milk that was supposed to be for my babies.  I remember people coming and going with meals and messages of sympathy.  I remember wanting to pray to God for comfort but feeling too angry.  I remember feeling broken.  I remember feeling like I wasn't even real.

Nearly one year later I am the same grieving mother.  It may look different, it may feel different, but it is the same.  I still cry sometimes when I remember that my twins aren't here with me.  I wonder what they would be like.  I got so little time with them, I feel like there was so much more to them that I will never know.  My body has recovered and gone back to normal.  I don't feel broken anymore, I feel changed.  I realize that the world may no longer view me as a grieving parent.  My story is no longer fresh.  But it is fresh to me.  The wound still stings and I still feel the pain.  I know as time goes on I will continue to heal.  But I also know that I will always grieve the loss of Penelope and James.  I am forever changed by them and I will always grieve their death.

The days leading up to James and Penelope's 1st birthday have been challenging.  I have been hit with emotions that I haven't had to face in months.  Sadness, bitterness, jealousy, anger and guilt.  I know the day will come and go like any other day.  But I also know that the world is a better place because of them.  I am different because of them and if their story touches or inspires just one person, their lives had meaning. 

1 comment:

  1. Hi Krista. I know how hard the anniversaries are. I just wanted to offer you a hug. You kids were truly beautiful and I am so sorry you lost them. There is no timeline for grief- or rather there is one, it's eternal. I'm almost 2 years from my loss and I'm still not "over it" I am still grieving. I am pregnant and people seem to think I should be "better". I am, a bit, may be, some days.