Saturday, May 14, 2011

5.14.11

I think there are times when grief mimics so many other ailments, both mental and physical...lately I've been feeling like I'm grappling with forms of ADD - my ability to focus on anything is so limited.  I notice it especially in my interactions with people outside of my immediate comfort zone (i.e. E and a few select BLMs who understand without me having to explain anything, and maybe my bff Jill.)  I can't focus on their words, on their lives, on what they share...it makes me feel like a horrendous friend and like a failure in so many ways...

And yet I also barely have the attention span or focus to feel badly about watching my friendships wither and suffer through this.

I spend most of my time alone these days.  With the dogs, so there's that.  Watching bad television or reading books when I can focus - but even the third book of the Hunger Games trilogy is taking me weeks to finish because I can only stomach it in small doses or else I end up feeling so powerless, so sad, so angry.  Last night I fell apart in anger and sadness and I think a good part of it had to do with my having read Mockingjay for a good couple of hours in the afternoon.

I mean, I'm surviving.  A lot of times I'd even go so far as to say I'm "okay."(Thanks Brooke, for being able to say it so much more eloquently than I can...)  But it's felt pretty mediocre lately, and I have trouble settling for mediocre.  I mean, sure, I made it through Mother's Day in tact, with only a few breakdowns late in the day.  I sleep through the night, I shower, I go to work, I laugh, I manage...I'm functioning.  It just feels so less than satisfying right now.

Baby brother update, for those of you who are interested, is that I'm now a little past 17 weeks pregnant, baby is growing strong and I'm starting to feel his little fluttery kicks every now and again (but still super rarely.)  I'm still seeing the peri for weekly ultrasounds and at our last appointment the peri saw that my SCH seems to be breaking down into smaller pieces (he says it's a good thing but we never know if he's just trying not to scare me).  But it's still there, I'm still on modified activity, and I still have bouts of being scared out of my mind about all sorts of complications - some that theoretically would be related to the SCH and some that are just me being an anxious mother who had the worst outcome in her last pregnancy so how could I be anything but anxious...We scheduled the c-section at our last appointment as well, which felt so crazy to me, being the superstitious woman that I am, and it seeming to be so far off, but my doctor really wanted to get me on the calendar now before his schedule filled up, so that's what we did.  When he talked about the surgery and the after the surgery with me, he mentioned "And that's when we bring the baby to your chest, and you two do skin-to-skin while we stitch you up" and out of nowhere I felt like I couldn't breathe.  Because, well, that's where I didn't get to go with Otis.  Otis never nuzzled into my skin, I never held him to my skin, I didn't get those moments with him.  So to have it spoken about like it was something I might get to do with this babe, oh, it just made me so very sad.  I cried in the shower later that night rethinking the doctor's words.  I can't quite place the tears - are they sadness? hope? fear? love for this baby as well as for his older brother? A little bit of everything, I imagine.

We also have been talking about names.  We have one that seems to be the frontrunner these days, and E has even taken to calling baby by that name most of the time.  Again, my superstitious self feels like it's asking for trouble to be thinking like this.  I know I've said this so many times, but I just hate that I can't be an innocent, oblivious, happy pregnant woman through this pregnancy.

I have moments of feeling this baby will be coming home with us.  I have moments of imagining the worst happening all over again.  I can't quite stay in the present moment and just be with what is, right now.  I have no idea what that would even mean, except that I guess today it means we are planting flowers in Otis's garden and snuggling with the dogs and reading books and watching bad tv.

11 comments:

My New Normal said...

It's totally understandable that your feelings are all over the place right now. But hang in there. I am sending positive thoughts your way.

Molly King said...

I know what you mean about ADD. I can't concentrate at all anymore either. Take each day, moment by moment. That's all I can manage to do. I no longer can think too much of the future. It's pleasant for a few minutes then it gets scary.

LauraJane said...

Such a good post Sarah. I would imagine your tears are definitely for hope, as well as for sadness... How could it ever be any other way after having been through this?

I hope you get to nuzzle this baby. It truly is the BEST moment ever.

xox

Tess said...

Sarah I am heartened to hear that Otis' baby brother is growing strong and well - feeling those flutters are wonderful aren't they. I am glad to hear there is no more bleeding, the SCH hasn't worsened and maybe even dissipating. My fingers are firmly crossed.

Rest up and keep on with all the distraction techniques; books, tv or whatever it is that keeps you sane right now - this is uncharted territory and you do what the hell it is that you need to do!

I'm living in distraction too, as Molly said so well the future is just too damned scary and living in the moment is all that is left to us - the lesser of evils.

Know that I'm thinking of you often and wishing you nothing but good news dear Sarah, with love ~ Tess

cullensblessings said...

Thinking of you Sarah..

Roccie said...

Multipurpose tears are intense.

You snuggle under the blanket. I will run in the kitchen and make us seconds for our milkshakes.

Can you hit pause? Bad tv deserves a certain respect too, you know.

Tiffany said...

i know that superstitious feeling well. keeping you in my thoughts and prayers for the rest of your pregnancy to be peaceful and uneventful. hoping nothing more than that you get to share that wonderful moment with baby bro and Otis looking down on his wonderful family from above. thinking of you...

katherine said...

Sending you love, mama.
I've been away but been thinking about you a lot.

I think you're doing a fantastic job.
You just need to survive. There's too much going on to leave room for intensity. Sometimes the mute button is a good thing.
Plus, the movie's still running -- and it's still beautiful. You just don't need dolby right now...

Missy said...

Here, listening, understanding your words with a full on shake of the head, and sending you love and peace for your pregnancy.

Hope's Mama said...

You know I still feel like I can't concentrate on things. I lose my train of thought, forget EVERYTHING and generally feel like such a scatterbrain. Some just say that is motherhood in general, but I can't help thinking it is still the grief totally fucking with me.
I of course resonated with all of this post. This is certainly pretty much exactly where I was this time two years ago.
Continuing to hold on to hope for you. I can clearly visualise that happy ending for you, so I will hold on to that for you, even if you can't.
xo

Brooke said...

I'm behind on blog reading, but I'm glad to hear that you are sort of okay, too. I agree that it's totally mediocre and sucky, though. Mockingjay is a real heartbreaker, isn't it? But it also suggests that people are worth loving, even when they're broken. We are healed by love and time.