Tuesday, October 25, 2011

72 hours before recovery...

Number 4, I should have known that it would take more than thirty six hours to recover from this last loss.

I can't explain what miscarriage feels like to other women because I am sure there is an individual context that doesn't always embody each person's experience. I can tell you what the fourth one in a row feels like, to me.

There's a sense of isolation that doesn't linger for too long, but long enough to knock a person off their normal stride.

It's ugly and it's messy and embarrassing and private.

It's not a secret but it's not something I want other people discussing with me without my being prepared for it. It's a vulnerability that I just don't want to share with everyone, even though, here I am writing about it.

It's shocking and jarring, leaving me feeling emotionally raw, as if the wound in my core is outwardly manifested throughout my whole being. In the early hours and days, it sneaks up on me, manifested through fatigue, or that odd feeling I don't immediately recognize as a hormonal shift, and even if I do...even if I can rationalize it, there's still no convincing the irrational, emotional, painful side of the feeling of defeat when I just can't control my body.

Like other shocking acute diagnoses, there's really no knowing how the other people in the family are affected by the loss of a hope or a possibility.

In this house, the husband doesn't know how to react or vocalize, and it seems like for him nothing happened aside from a minor disappointment.

While I am trying to cope with the physical, hormonal, emotional response my body will not let me avoid, I wonder if he feels anything other than a mild disappointment because he isn't talking about it. Going to the doctor and having to discuss it, endure the humility of a physical exam and having to examine the miscarriage from the inside out feels like I am a case study or a newscast of a disaster -- my body is the house lifted and disheveled by the earthquake and everyone else is the sympathetic observer, not knowing what to do or say.

In the meantime, I have a sensitive child who survived the hostile environment within my womb who is set to save the world, starting with doling out hugs and big empathetic eyes when I have decided the day has been long enough and I have endured enough.

When I am done stumbling over myself and my emotions into my loved ones; the husband (who seems fine) suffering collateral damage from the aftershocks of what continues to be a waiting game-- I realize that I have to be stronger than I want to be, because I don't want my child to carry my burdens.

I want the partner who helped try and create this life that didn't quite make it to be there, to share and to feel.

I want to be angry with him, but he's just as much at a loss as anyone else.

There's something that momentarily turns me emotionally inside out, that is less shocking than the first miscarriage, but it still doesn't prepare me for the raw emotion that I can't always wall up immediately, and it seeps through the cracks.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Life, Authentically

Some might call it a simple way to live, and some might consider living a truly authentic life one of the most difficult tasks a person has ever attempted.

It all depends on outlook.

Nearly every day, I wake up wondering, "Is this where I am supposed to be?" and "What could I (should I) be doing differently?"

Some might say that I "contemplate my navel(whatever that means)" way too often. But in all truth, it creates an honesty within myself.

Sometimes I don't have the answers for the how. All I know is, if I have to ask a question too often, obviously the answer is one I have chosen to ignore.

Ignoring what is in front of you is not living an authentic life.

Living authentically takes acceptance, of yourself, or your reality, of your hopes, aspirations,your talents, your abilities, your RIGHT NOW.

Right now?
I'm overweight and it scares me. I don't have a workout plan and I don't get up early enough to add a workout into my daily schedule?

Right now?
I waste a lot of time when I am done with work. I could be spending more time with my daughter, teaching her how to cook, going for walks, making plans. I could be baking, organizing my storage room, applying to my 'dream jobs' and researching more school options.

Right now?
I am happy with my marriage, my child, and the successes I have achieved to this point. But there are more things I could achieve and avoidance will not get them done.

Right now I have a safety net in my husband's career.
Right now I only have 4.5 years left before my daughter chooses whether or not she moves away to college.

Right now, I am impatient and there are some serious considerations I have to make in our future, because that safety net could go away.

Right now, I am wishing I had listened to a wise family member who told me I should enjoy the time that I have in the freedom that I have-- because it is fleeting.