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Hanging On

July 11th, 2007

This morning was a rough one.   Kenny got up an hour too early, Dudley ate the last Eggo right out of Kenny’s hand as I put him in the stroller, the air outside during our 6 AM walk was already hot and sticky, Dudley pulled on his leash the whole time, wanting to run, and then when we got home, Kenny was peevish and cranky.  

It got worse when I got in the shower.   He knows how to brush his teeth by climing up on a stool and turning on the water (“Slow water” is what he calls it, because I always remind him to let it run slowly…), and  so he climbed up there while I was in the middle of washing my hair  and started splashing water all over the place.   I quickly got out and pulled him down, but he started screaming “Brush Kenny’s teeth!!” and crying and kicking and on and on and suddenly I was sobbing, holding onto him and crumpled in the floor.

Kenny was a little freaked out by the sight of his normally happy Mommy in a weeping, wet  heap on the floor and decided to distract me by walking over to my dresser and pulling all of my clothes out of the drawers.     I  wasted no time getting dressed  and got us downstairs.   But  that’s when he pulled out  the big guns.   First he refused to get into his highchair for breakfast.   He kicked me and screeched and cried, “Big chair!   Table!   Kaitie and Tistin in the big chairs!”   I had lost the fight in me, so I let him “sit” (more like kneel) in one of the dining room chairs, and not a minute passed before he flipped his cereal bowl over, milk and soggy cornflakes all over us and the floor.   I took a deep breath and as I cleaned it up, I  said, “Ok, into the highchair.   I’m in charge here” and lifted him up.   He kicked me again, howling and twisting.   I sat him down on the dining room chair again, gave his highchair a not-so-nice shove, walked out of the room and  yelled as loud as I could.

I still can’t believe I did that.   I screamed so loud the air seemed to vibrate when I was done.    My throat was ripped raw and instead of feeling relief, I felt worse than before.   I walked back into the kitchen and Kenny was sitting unusually and perfectly still in the dining room chair.   He looked up  and said, “Mama?”   I started crying a little again then and pulled him onto my lap.   “I’m ok, honey.   I’m so sorry for making so much noise and scaring you.   I love you, baby.”   We finished our breakfast quietly and got into the car to go to his gymnastics class.

After his class, I stopped at Office Depot, and he must have  decided it was time to test me out again, because he was a holy terror.   Casey called in the middle of the maddness (he was out of town last night and on his way back in) and I broke down on the phone.   It’s funny, though.   Kenny seemed to sense right there that Mommy had hit the end of her proverbial rope, because in the quickest snap of your fingers, he turned back into The Sweetest Boy in the World (his honorary title 85% of the time… ha ha…)   He nuzzled into my neck as we got back in the car, then we sang songs and he giggled the whole way home.   Lunchtime was without a hitch and he went down perfectly for a nap.   This afternoon was fine; nothing noteworthy… Oh, unless you count the event that was the arrival of a small piece of furniture that I ordered from Pottery Barn…

It was “some assembly required”  which should infact instead be listed as, “Under no circumstances open this box in a room where a toddler and a dog are present,” because there were about 95 pieces, all of which were swaddled in styrofoam.   I’ve written before that Kenny calls styrofoam “Sakes!” because the first time he ever saw it, I had opened  a giant gift  box filled with styrofoam popcorn, and declared, “Oh, for goodness sakes!”   Anyway, Kenny was thrilled when he saw the layers and layers of sakes floating about, and immediately set to work throwing them in the air, breaking them apart and showering Dudley with them.   I promptly gave him a dustpan and sweeper, just in case he wanted to be contructive…

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… but then we pulled out the vacuum to conquor the sakes together (Kenny is still in love with the art of vacuuming)…

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Talk about a 180 from this morning’s tantrums and mishaps.   We celebrated our victory over our “easy to assemble… aslong as a one-year-old is not helping you” new furniture and  went out on a “date night” tonight for cheese pizza and giant ice cream cones, since Casey wouldn’t be home until late.   We read books and cuddled before bed, and now he’s sawing z’s.

I must admit though, in the quietness of the house, I am ashamed of my behavior this morning.     I know that sometimes parents loose their cool or cry in front of their kids.   But it’s more what caused the escaping emotions than what I actually did.    It was  because of  me, feeling so fragile, so frustrated, so inadequate, so miserably sad over the loss of my babies.   It was me, needing to get out some of this anger that’s pent up inside because of what happened during these past two pregnancies.   It was me, desperate to let go of all that’s churning up inside me.     I  know that I need to find someone to talk to.   These feelings aren’t just going to go away with time, as so many people seem to tell me they will.   As much as I want to “be strong” and move on, I know that being strong really means to admit that I need help with this.

All this to say… I’ve gotten many comments and emails from others out there who have suffered the loss of a pregnancy… how did you heal?   Did you find a support group?   A counselor?   A friend who had been through it as well?   Your advice will be welcomed.

7 Comments »

  1. Randi says

    What you are feeling is totally normal. Sometimes it’s OK not to always be strong. For me what helped was the obvious, a lot of prayer and one on one time with God. But what really helped was I also had a really close friend who went through what I had and then had three healthy babies. She was an inspiration to me and someone who I knew, knew just how I was feeling. I could vent, cry, be totally open and honest with what my heart was feeling with her, b/c she had been down the SAME road.

    Let it all out. Talk with someone. Don’t feel you need to be strong all the time. It takes time to heal. Hugs to you:) My prayers are with you and this healing time.

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  2. Crisanne says

    I cannot comprehend the hurt and anger that you must be feeling. I pray for you every day-for the healing of your body and your spirit-but mostly that you will be able to feel rest in God’s presence. I would talk to the minister at your church. He will likely be able to put you into contact with a counselor or even a Godly woman who has felt your pain and made it through it. Remember that you do not have to be perfect for Kenny. It is good for him to see you fall and pick yourself up, so that he knows what to do when he messes up.

    Find a song or a scripture to run through your head. Shout it out when you need to release. Most of all, take care of yourself and get as much rest as you can.

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  3. LeAnne says

    It’s ok to not feel so strong. I would say that’s a special time God wants you to lean on Him. He wants you to lean on Him anyway, but especially now when it seems like you can’t hold on any longer. He knows all the answers to our “whys” and He has a special way of showing His power. With Him you’ll make it.

    I don’t think I ever talked to anyone like a counselor when I miscarried. It was basically alot of prayer, my husband and I talking it out and leaning on God believing He’s in control of the situation. Don’t get me wrong, I did cry and ALOT. So did my husband. It hurt so bad. And it took time. I blamed myself for a time at first, but then remembered that He was in control and when it was God’s time for me to have a baby, nothing in the world could stop it. One step at a time. You’ll make it.

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  4. akinvt says

    I found comfort in the fact that there are so many others out there who have miscarried and went on to have healthy pregnancies. For me, time and reflection did help to heal the wounds. Ultimately what completed the healing process was having a healthy, full term pregnancy. I was very nervous in the beginning and didn’t breathe a real sigh of relief until well into the 3rd trimester. Allow yourself to grieve but don’t give up hope.

    July 12th, 2007 | #

  5. Suzi says

    Call me if you wanr a name. I know an amazing woman is is empowering and just so darn smart and practical! She isn’t a “Christian Counselor” but we know the Jesus part. The rest she studied at Harvard and has helped us in a big way.

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  6. Milaka says

    I had a miscarriage in July of ’02. I found out that the baby was gone while Hubby was on a business trip. God worked it out so that my mom was visiting and could take care of Princess while one of my best friends (herself having had five miscarriages before having a healthy baby girl) was able to take me to my appointments until Hubby could get home. I felt God’s comfort through my family and friends.

    The most healing words, however, came from a friend who has never been married and has never been a mom. She told me to cry out to God with all of my hurt because He knows just what it’s like to lose a child.

    July 13th, 2007 | #

  7. Cindy says

    Hi, I did’t read how long it has been for you ,but I have three children and felt by surprise The lord changing my heart toward wanting anothe .Me and my husband have had 2 miscarriages in the past year 1 being april 13 2007.It has torn me up I eas 17 weeks this time.past the danger point .This one they feel was an umbiliculcord issuethey think.This preg started out as twins and i lost the first one at 8 weeks.last june i had a miscarriage at 8 weeks .And then right before my third child had my first one.I am a christian but It is really hard for me and trying to find out what Gods will is for me!I feel very lonely except for Gods amazing Love for me.Everyone seems to forget what you are going through after all the card and then some just stay away like you have the pleage.I guess they don’t know what to say.write me if you would like to chat. In Christ ,Cindy

    July 17th, 2007 | #

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