I don't even know where to begin. This is going to be a mess of a post, because my heart is just so heavy, and it could be for many different reasons.
I feel for so many of my friends and their hardships right now.
THAT is first and foremost, surely.
My high school friend whose baby girl just had surgery to remove a tumor, and they just found out it was a neuroblastoma. I know it's good that they caught it so early (they are thinking stage I), but she is only ten months old, and it just breaks my heart that she is going through all of this right now.
And I'd be lying if I didn't admit that my mind goes to my own baby, my sweet second son, and how much I just want HIM to be okay, how terrifying it is to remember that it isn't just miscarriage and stillbirth that potentially threatens our sweet children. The second he was delivered healthy and screaming I let out the biggest sigh of relief I've ever breathed in my life, and yet the worry is still there. It's not the same as the fear of stillbirth, but it's there. I feel my anxiety creeping up. I want to just tuck my surviving children away into a bubble and protect them, but I know that's not healthy, nor is it possible.
I feel for a friend in the loss community who has already suffered a stillbirth near term with one of her multiples and now faces the seeming imminent premature delivery of her rainbow baby, as her water has broken at 27 weeks.
When I found out, the first feeling I had was anger. Just pure anger. I haven't felt angry like this in a long time. Why can't those of us who have had traumatic losses be protected somehow from experiencing problems, hardships, or losses in subsequent pregnancies?
I haven't prayed much lately, but God, here goes nothing.
Please let my friend's sweet baby girl be cancer-free. Let there be no more tumors wreaking havoc on her innocent little body.
Please let my friend's pregnancy last at least a few more weeks (she's hoping six!) so that her precious baby won't have to suffer any negative effects of prematurity.
From the bottom of my heart, I am just really sad. My personal problems will have to wait for another post, because they shy so in comparison to what these families are going through. And right now, my heart is heavy for them.
I keep telling myself something my therapist wrote on a piece of paper the last time I saw her, which was probably about seven months ago:
There is no such thing as absolute certainty, but there is assurance sufficient for the purposes of human life.
~ John Stuart Mill