Saturday, January 29, 2011
I've decided I'm going to have a welcome February party. At the moment I don't know what that will look like. It might be me just standing out in the sun, (when it arrives) and dancing, or I might invite all my friends over for dinner so we can toast to the soon arrival of spring. All I know now, is that January is almost over, and I gladly say goodbye. It's been a very challenging month, and I have gone through a whirlwind of emotions. Luka's always on my mind, and the journey of her little life remains as strong in my mind and heart as it did six months ago. I can't believe it's already been six months. What would she be like if she were alive? Pretty darn cute, I would think. But I can't allow myself to think about that, because it isn't my reality. This last week, has been one of the best weeks emotionally I've had in a long time. I had a good week with my students at school; we made bread, created imaginary creatures, watched the movie Because of Winn Dixie and ate egg salad sandwiches. It was a fun week, and when I see the students engaged and laughing, it reminds me of why I love teaching. I went to yoga for the first time since before Christmas, which also reminded me of why I love it so much. It is the ultimate massage for the body, emotionally and physically. I'm still sore two days later, but I can't wait to go again next week. We've kept busy this month. Last weekend we went to Vancouver to have dinner at Vij's, and had a great time with our friends Michelle and Ashley. It's nice to have such great friends who allow us to just be where we need to be through this healing journey. While we were in Vancouver, I bought a new journal, which I hope will be my next pregnancy journal. Even though I'm not pregnant yet, it just spoke to me. It's nice to think that there will be a new pregnancy I can write about. Part of me is scared to even think about journaling about a new little being. I wrote all through my pregnancy with Luka, and I have yet to read it. I'm scared it will send me over the edge emotionally, and I don't need to go there right now. This week I was watching American Idol with Michael, and there was a contestant who's fiance was in a car accident and suffered a severe brain injury. He stayed with her, and he shared the love he had for her. Unconditional love. The love you have for another, with no doubt or questions. The love I have for Luka, and will always have for her. The love I have for my husband, and will always have for him. Luka's ashes sit on our dresser, and every so often, I pick up her little butter dish that serves as her urn, and I kiss it. Remind her I am here, and I wish I could hold her in the physical sense. Remind her January is almost over, and spring is around the corner. Remind her soon she will have a brother or sister. It will happen. I have to believe it will. The sun is supposed to shine tomorrow, and all next week. Hello, February. Nice to finally see you.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
If anyone knows me well, they know that I am generally not a patient person. My whole life I have always wanted to know what was next. I was one of those children that drives me crazy in my own classroom, the student that always gets their work done quickly and needs something new to work on. My mother had to set up food stations around the house when I was little, because I was always on the go. Over the years I have learned to find patience when it is needed. Teaching has taught me a great deal of patience, and in the classroom I have learned to breathe through the moment. But when it comes to my own life, I struggle with wanting everything now. When I was pregnant with Luka, I had no choice but to let the process happen. There is a reason that you are pregnant for nine months. That time allows you to form a bond with your baby, and it really isn't until they are born that you realize the true connection that takes place. And what a connection. It's unbreakable. Even though Luka is not with me, she never leaves my mind and my heart. She will always be a part of me. Always. This January has been the toughest month since Luka died. Maybe it's the weather, or the time of year, but everything is a struggle. I can't even motivate myself to go to yoga, when I know how good it is for me. School is a challenge. Getting up in the morning is a challenge. But I do it. Because I know that for every day that goes by, it is one step closer to the chance of having another baby. I go through the day, and I'm okay. I laugh with my kids, talk with the staff at lunch, go to the gym, and cook supper for Michael and me. But there's always this underlying feeling of something missing mixed with the constant desire to be pregnant again. And it all comes down to patience. To embrace the process of waiting. To find happiness in the little things. I'm trying. I just can't wait to have that feeling of pure excitement and pure joy. Where nothing else matters. It has and will continue to be a journey through the unknown. Today, my friend sent me a video of a woman singing a song just before her baby was born. Apparently she tried for a long time to get pregnant, and she composed the song while she waited for it to happen. She eventually had the baby she so desired. Her words are like listening to my daily thoughts. It gives me strength, and as I patiently wait for the future, I hope that I too, will soon be holding a newborn baby, while forever holding Luka in my heart.
If you would like to listen and see the video, I share it with all of you.
If you would like to listen and see the video, I share it with all of you.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
This morning we woke up to a land filled with wet snow, and a six a.m phone call telling us we didn't have to come to school. Snow day!! It was a great gift. Michael and I curled back up in bed, and slept in. When I woke up at around nine, I stepped outside and marveled at the white banks of snow that had drifted high up to our front door. We spent the day lounging around, watching Modern Family and going for a walk with Sassy. I love watching her play in the snow- how she dives right into the huge drifts with complete trust. Lately I've been thinking about trust, and the power it has. All through my pregnancy with Luka, Michael would tell me to trust. When she wouldn't move inside of me for a couple of hours, he would touch my belly, and say "trust, Wendy." After Luka died, I thought I would never trust again. And I could easily blame Michael for making me believe that everything would be alright. But I can't, because Michael has this amazing gift. He is open. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He can sense and feel people's energy. He could feel Luka's energy from very early on in my pregnancy. He will let you in, and never let you go. He is strong and loving and believes that anything is possible. This is why I married him, and why I will continue to love him for the rest of my life. I can always count on Michael to remind me to trust. It was his trust that I believe allowed Luka to survive as long as she did, so that we were able to meet her, hold her, and love her. This whole experience has shaken our trust, but will not break it. It's hard to think about what it will be like to be pregnant again, and the difficulty of letting go of the past experiences we have gone through. I wish I were like Sassy, and I could just leap into the snow with no questions. With my next pregnancy, my goal is to breathe. To try hard not to jump to conclusions. To try and let go of the idea that I can control everything. Because I won't be able to. I just have to dig deep, and believe. Trust that whatever comes my way, it will be the way it needs to be. And with Michael by my side, I know anything is possible.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
So, the rain is coming down in buckets and the sky has been dark since this morning. There was hardly any light today because the fog just sat in the valley, and made the world dark and dreary. This is when I miss Saskatchewan, where the sun beats down on the crisp white snow even when it's -32. I don't know if it's the weather, or going back to school, or that I can't stop thinking about sadness and loss; but I am a miserable mess. Or maybe it's a combination of it all. I just miss Luka so much. I want her back. I'm angry that Michael's cousin lost her baby, and has to suffer after knowing her baby was perfect. I love teaching and I love my class but I'm not happy where I am right now. I wasn't supposed to be there this year. I was supposed to be a mother. Just when I thought things we're getting easier, I'm turned upside down. People probably think I should be over it. Move on. Think of the future. And I do think of the future. Of being pregnant again, and the feelings I felt, but I hate that I have no control over my next pregnancy. It will be so different because I won't have the rose coloured glasses on. I'll be aware and conscious of every movement, every shift, every subtlety. I love all of you that are having babies or about to have one, but I admit that I'm jealous. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best to not let it affect me, but it does. Michael and I have both been incredibly sad this past week. We're holding on by a thread, holding each other as we cry, and watching Fawlty Towers to help us laugh because we need it. I know the rain will stop and the sun will come out again, but right now I feel downright hopeless. It's just that simple. I will now eat Indian food and watch an episode of Fawlty Towers, have a bath, and then go to bed early. And hope for a better day tomorrow.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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