08/01/2025
A few days back I was just peacefully arranging my room and my mind was roaming. It roamed to the fact that Gray would have been 2 years in March this year, oh boy, I felt pain π’.
Yesterday, I was coming out of the bathroom and out of nowhere, I mean, literally nowhere I got slammed with his death, oh wait! I know where it came from. I was thinking next week will be Skye's 14 weeks immunization and I remembered that was the last one Gray took, he died 6 days before he turned 6 months so he didn't get to take the 6 months immunization. The pain that slammed into my chest at the thought of that had me staggering and I'm not joking at all, I staggered from the impact, it was like I was hit with something, I had to steady myself.
A few minutes ago, after gisting with hubby, talking about goals for this year, again, like what seems like out of nowhere I was slammed with Gray's death, not just his death but the very day he died (this has always been the hardest of all memories to deal with). My mind quickly browsed through all that happened, from how we waited to be seen in the hospital, to how the doctor looked at my like I was a joker when I complained that he wasn't adding weight and that left me worried, to how her voice changed when she finally saw him, the urgency with which she said βthis baby is anaemic and very dehydrated. He needs to be put on drip immediately but we don't have bedβ.
My eye watered π’ and in trying to wave it off, I just got menthol in my eyes π’π. (You see, I have a swelling in my hand, don't know how it happened, hubby had just massaged it with menthol and I completely forgot, I tried to wipe my eyes on my hand to stop the tears and ended up here ππ€£, it's funny but Not)
God! Just one little thing could trigger a whole trip down memory lane.
For someone who hasn't been here, they wouldn't understand it if I was to say this happened, they may innocently think that I am the one who is letting my mind sway to places like this, this is why they say things like βdon't think about it, it's all in the pastβ. If only we could, if only we could actually control our thoughts and decide what we want to think about but we don't and we can't. The memories are buried deep within our souls but also so close to the skin that almost nothing can pull it up.
Dear Mama, it might be difficult for others to understand you, it might be difficult for you even to understand you as you might blame yourself too for allowing yourself to hurt this much but I understand you, I know it isn't a choice you make and I'm here if you need to talk.
Dear friend who doesn't understand us, be grateful you don't (I'm glad you don't) but please try to be accommodating. Don't tell a mom she's been grieving her baby for too long and she should move on already. Don't tell her to shut out the bad memories and hold on to the good, I honestly don't think we can, we can only control (slightly) our reactions to it and we are doing our absolute best. On the days we need to break down, just be kind to us and give us a hug if you can and if you can't, you definitely can absolutely say or do nothing.
π«π«π«π« Always.
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