Thursday, March 8, 2007

i confess

The death of my twins is not the worst thing that ever happened to me. Not by a long shot. Not even close.

4 comments:

msfitzita said...

I just wanted to comment on the post you left on my blog this morning.

I don't know you, of course, but I really don't believe that there's something wrong with you. This is a lifelong process and so much of it is based on hindsight; reflecting back over months and years of healing and seeing your gradual progress.

You're so close to your loss, it's impossible to see much of anything. I remember those long, dark days. I didn't feel different then either.

Thinking of you...

((((((HUGS)))))

Bronwyn said...

Wow, I can't imagine what you must have gone through not to rate the loss of your babies at the top of all-time sucky life events. I've had some pretty awful experiences in my life, but nothing comes close to the depth of misery I felt after delivering a dead baby. However,the world is indeed full of horrors, so it wouldn't take much imagination to come up with something "worse". I just don't know if comparisons on such a subjective scale are really worthwhile. (Which is not meant to minimize your original statement in any way.)

paper_pregnant said...

Hi there,

Over from Cecily's. I often write about my dead babies. I know I make people cringe when I say that, but why dugar coat it. They were my babies, and now they are dead, sitting on my dresser, in urns. Nate born at 22 1/2 weeks due to pre-term labor, Ava still born at 36 weeks, due to a blood clot in her placenta.

I started blogging to document my adoption journey...but what it has become is a place for me to let out my grief about my babies and infertility.

I'll stop by for a visit now and then.

Anonymous said...

so fuking true, and still, here we are.