Friday, September 24, 2010

this is not how it should be, but it is

well it has been awhile.......

I have been wanting to get on here, but honestly I just didn't know what to write. I am tired of always sounding "down" so I figured I would just stay off the blog for awhile but I missed it. I missed writing and pouring my feelings out it is just so much easier to work them out this way. So I am back and it is hard to be open now after he is gone, I feel much more vulnerable and honestly I just can't take any more criticism or "cliche's". I know I have to expect that when I get on here and pour my feelings out for everyone to read, but I can't hide how I feel.

I feel like now that it has been 4 months I have to be brave, tough and get through this, move on. That is how the world makes you feel. I am a grieving mommy, yes he never lived on this earth, but he lived. He lived in my heart, in my belly for 9 months. He is my baby and I am tired of the "world" saying his isn't, & that " well it is for the best, & God must of needed him in heaven more, God knew what he was doing. WHATEVER!!! FYI don't tell anyone who is grieving the loss of a loved one any of that. It is the biggest line of crap (yes i just sayed crap lol) I have heard. God didn't do this to Zeke and God didn't do this to me. I know people mean well, but sometimes the best thing you can do is just give us a hug, don't say anything just hug us and let us cry on your shoulder. God cried over the loss of Zeke and it breaks his heart to see his family miss him so desperately. I know my God is bigger than this, I know he is. Do I feel it some day's? NO. Does it make it any easier? NO. Do I get angry? YOU BET I DO. But if I want to see Zeke again, I have to believe, I can't turn away from my faith I have to believe God has a plan for all of this and as much as it hurts I have to keep going on & trust him. I have to choose that even though God gives away and he takes away his is still faithful and he sees the bigger picture.

He was my baby. He was apart of me & my heart loved him just as much as I love Elijah and Malachi. Just because he did not take a breathe on this earth doesn't make him any more real to me. I had to sign a death certificate, I had to go to the funeral home and make arrangements for him. His monogram ed clothes, & all his "stuff" is still in his nursery. Sometimes I walk by his room and I just stand in the door way and imagine him sleeping in his crib or pretend that David is changing his diaper on the changing table, & then I see the box from the hospital and all the grieving pamphlets and his footprints, & then I see him. What I have left of him & it all comes back & I realize that my nightmare is true.

I remember laying in bed the morning I delivered Zeke. David held me in his arms and we just cried and I told him I can't do this, I can't do this, please don't make me do this. I can't walk in that hospital and deliver our dead baby! I then yelled @ God asking him why I have to do this..... I remember David got up and got ready and as I watched him I kept thinking I needed to get up but I could not move, I physically I felt completely numb. Once he helped me out of bed I remember thinking that this will be the worst day of your life & just like yesterday ended, so will today. I just started saying the name JESUS over & over under my breathe & I felt like I watched myself go through the next 2 days.

4 months later & I feel like it was 2 days ago. I can tell when I try to push it out of my mind and get busy w/ the boys, work and just life, that I am trying to ignore the pain praying it will one day leave. It doesn't it just lays dormant until something triggers a memory. I started to feel guilty because I hadn't cried for him in almost a week. Then out of the blue something triggered the pain, the memories and all the heartache, last night that happened to me. We were sitting at a meeting for the boys when they had a family come up their 3 month old baby was in ICU and had been for almost 3 weeks, It took everything in me to not get up and walk out. I probably would have if there were more people. I cried myself to sleep last night holding onto his blanket that we wrapped him in & all day today has been a constant battle to not break down in tears.

Death sucks! Grief sucks! There is no magic potion or formula to follow. We all go through it differently and we all have "our moments". I think what shocks me more than anything is how suddenly the grief can come on you. I can be playing and goofing off w/ the boys and all of a sudden I just start crying, I hear a song on the radio or walk past his room & I just fall to the floor w/ grief and cry that deep uncontrollable cry. The next day I can walk by his room & smile thinking about what a wonderful time he is having in heaven.

I feel like I was all over the place w/ this blog, I guess that is what happens when you have a month of emotions all jumbled up and I feel like I rambled and didn't make any sense, but oh well I feel better and right now that is what I needed. I needed to put my words out there and work through this.


  1. I love you Sweetie. I sure am proud of you. You keep journaling, every day if you have to. You are a great writer and your way of processing and communicating. You are a great encourager. Keep writing. Love you so much, Mom

  2. You are such an inspiration. I am so sorry that you have had to go through this experience.

  3. I will start by saying that i was originally with you in the june 2010 boards and kept up with everything that has happened to you and i loved reading your blog, seeing your emotions and praying that things will work out. i do not know how you feel and i am not going to give you advice as if i do. This experience sucked, and you should not have to listen to anyone tell you that they know how you feel and everything else that they say- especially how he never lived blah blah blah. you are a strong woman and will learn to deal in time. i am not saying that you will get past it because in all honesty you shouldn't have to get over what happened, you should just learn to live and remember. remember the happy special times you had with zeke when you were pregnant. those are the times you will cherish along with the memories of your sons when you are old and gray. as much as it sucks and when you have bad days, which trust me you will- its not all going to go away, the good memories you have will help ease the pain. and zeke is in heaven and you will see him someday when its time, and he will be just what you imagined him to be and more.

  4. Zeke was a baby, a human, a part of you, and still is. I'm so sorry. I know you'll never get over it, just through it, and you will.