i realized last night (after reading here at 4 am with my perky new born son in the bouncey chair!)
how deeply traumatized i am by my children's deaths
and that i can even allow myself to classify it as so (them being my children and them having deaths) is such a huge step in the right direction.
for the record
i lost a baby at 13 weeks m/c at home
one at 20 weeks due to a lethal birth defect (he had no brain only fluid)...him i did an herbal abortion at home over the course of 4 weeks....
then my live dd at home
then Rain my full term still birth at 41 weeks, they THINK that was an unknown placental infection....b/c of the nature of my homebirth, we did not know she was dead till after she was born...we followed with a hospital transport...in a state where homebirth is not within the law...it became an unending nightmare.
one year later i give birth to my son, via c section...and it became a very tricky surgery due to complications and now i am out of the running of ever having a vaginal birth again.
i have spent almost a decade pregnant and i have only my two living children to show for it.
oh that and my poor body.
and i should mention all those losses are unrelated random one in a million reasons for death/loss.
not that i am complaining...
i just realized how DEEPLY i have internalized all this trauma and death...and one major result is my inability to completely bond and attach myself to my children
i am to scared that they are not really here to stay to love with full abandon.
i notice my heart holding back some with them both.
now in some ways i mother with much more grace, humility, and appreciation b/c of my birth losses...
but today i realized what it felt like to really love my kids, no matter what...without hesitation or concern about our permanence
i smelled my baby's head so many times.
i guess the point being, i have 5 children, 3 dead and 2 living...i am not yet 30 and i wonder what it would be like to love them like i have never been hurt by their loss...or to have a house full of them tumbling all over each other in joyful chaos....who they would have become...what i would see if i could look them in the eye.
those things i will never know.
and i give myself permission to MISS them.
how deeply traumatized i am by my children's deaths
and that i can even allow myself to classify it as so (them being my children and them having deaths) is such a huge step in the right direction.
for the record
i lost a baby at 13 weeks m/c at home
one at 20 weeks due to a lethal birth defect (he had no brain only fluid)...him i did an herbal abortion at home over the course of 4 weeks....
then my live dd at home
then Rain my full term still birth at 41 weeks, they THINK that was an unknown placental infection....b/c of the nature of my homebirth, we did not know she was dead till after she was born...we followed with a hospital transport...in a state where homebirth is not within the law...it became an unending nightmare.
one year later i give birth to my son, via c section...and it became a very tricky surgery due to complications and now i am out of the running of ever having a vaginal birth again.
i have spent almost a decade pregnant and i have only my two living children to show for it.
oh that and my poor body.
and i should mention all those losses are unrelated random one in a million reasons for death/loss.
not that i am complaining...
i just realized how DEEPLY i have internalized all this trauma and death...and one major result is my inability to completely bond and attach myself to my children
i am to scared that they are not really here to stay to love with full abandon.
i notice my heart holding back some with them both.
now in some ways i mother with much more grace, humility, and appreciation b/c of my birth losses...
but today i realized what it felt like to really love my kids, no matter what...without hesitation or concern about our permanence
i smelled my baby's head so many times.
i guess the point being, i have 5 children, 3 dead and 2 living...i am not yet 30 and i wonder what it would be like to love them like i have never been hurt by their loss...or to have a house full of them tumbling all over each other in joyful chaos....who they would have become...what i would see if i could look them in the eye.
those things i will never know.
and i give myself permission to MISS them.






I am so sorry for your losses, but so happy for your blessings. I hope you allow yourself the time to heal, the time to grieve, the time to rejoice.
to you!






