Erica Stone
10-06-2006, 04:59 AM
Maybe it's partly from sleep deprivation, but I'm having a really hard time tonight.
I haven't been to the cemetary to visit Matthew since the week before I had Thomas. I had been going somewhat regularly until the end of this pregnancy when i was just too exhausted to do much of anything. After the baby was born I was very emotional and conflicted about feeling happy and sad and relieved and upset all at the same time. I told Tom I wasn't ready to go when our families were here (he took his parents) and I honestly haven't thought about it too much. Over the past week I've been feeling uneasy, for lack of a better word, and a little bit anxious.
It was hard for me to go there when I was pregnant. I know it's all in my head, but I felt guilty about having another baby. At this very moment I feel guilty for not wanting to see Matthew or hold him or name him or anything. (I didn't even know I felt that way until right now - I'm crying so hard I have to keep stopping while I'm typing.) I suddenly feel that guilt because I don't even want to let this baby out of my sight for more than 5 minutes, I love him so much. I didn't think it was possible for me to love Matthew any more than I did, but I have recently realized otherwise. I wish there was someone who could have explained to me at the time how truly important it was for me to interact with Matthew. I have said on many occasions that I am so very grateful that my discovery of nilmdts wasn't too late, and tonight it really hits home that I got a second chance to do that. I only wish that I could have been stronger and been able to embrace that first chance.
I've been talking to T about his big brother as he stares at the photos above my bed or on my computer screen. I hope I can give him an appreciation for life and death in a way that isn't scary for him the way it was for me. I wish I could have done all the things with Matthew that I am doing with his baby brother and I am feeling so much pain right now over that. I didn't imagine I would feel that way, but I guess I didn't know what I was missing before. Last Halloween doesn't even register with me, but this year as I'm picking out a costume for T and making plans to take him to the pumpkin patch I feel like I've been stabbed through the heart.
The more I write this the better I feel - I'm never good when I keep things in - and I know I'll be better in the morning. And I'll be better after I bring the baby to Matthew. I always feel better after I visit him.
I haven't been to the cemetary to visit Matthew since the week before I had Thomas. I had been going somewhat regularly until the end of this pregnancy when i was just too exhausted to do much of anything. After the baby was born I was very emotional and conflicted about feeling happy and sad and relieved and upset all at the same time. I told Tom I wasn't ready to go when our families were here (he took his parents) and I honestly haven't thought about it too much. Over the past week I've been feeling uneasy, for lack of a better word, and a little bit anxious.
It was hard for me to go there when I was pregnant. I know it's all in my head, but I felt guilty about having another baby. At this very moment I feel guilty for not wanting to see Matthew or hold him or name him or anything. (I didn't even know I felt that way until right now - I'm crying so hard I have to keep stopping while I'm typing.) I suddenly feel that guilt because I don't even want to let this baby out of my sight for more than 5 minutes, I love him so much. I didn't think it was possible for me to love Matthew any more than I did, but I have recently realized otherwise. I wish there was someone who could have explained to me at the time how truly important it was for me to interact with Matthew. I have said on many occasions that I am so very grateful that my discovery of nilmdts wasn't too late, and tonight it really hits home that I got a second chance to do that. I only wish that I could have been stronger and been able to embrace that first chance.
I've been talking to T about his big brother as he stares at the photos above my bed or on my computer screen. I hope I can give him an appreciation for life and death in a way that isn't scary for him the way it was for me. I wish I could have done all the things with Matthew that I am doing with his baby brother and I am feeling so much pain right now over that. I didn't imagine I would feel that way, but I guess I didn't know what I was missing before. Last Halloween doesn't even register with me, but this year as I'm picking out a costume for T and making plans to take him to the pumpkin patch I feel like I've been stabbed through the heart.
The more I write this the better I feel - I'm never good when I keep things in - and I know I'll be better in the morning. And I'll be better after I bring the baby to Matthew. I always feel better after I visit him.