Capture Your Grief: Day One

Day One – Sunrise

I watched the darkness this morning, and as the trees were gently revealed by the first hints of light, my mind moved to my son. Henry. I was nursing my rainbow, Eleanor, and thinking of her big brother that caused her to become. We were so thrilled when we found out about Henry. We were completing our family. Amelia would have her sibling, and we’d have two wonderful children to raise and laugh with through our days.

But then, Henry’s brain didn’t form as perfectly as the rest of him. In fact, it stopped right around the five week mark. He had a condition called Holoprosencephaly, and it would cause his death. His brain never developed the mechanisms necessary to support his life. But, he had me.

I was his life support. My body kept him growing, kept him alive.

As the edges of each leaf became visible, I cried. Big, slow tears. Bittersweet tears. When he left us, after only fourteen hours, I didn’t know how to survive it. I didn’t think it was possible. I disconnected. 

My only connection to the world was Amelia, and strangely, my anxiety. I kept worrying about others. How was Jason doing? My family? How did they see me? 

I still feel the disconnect. Like I go through the motions, and glaze over everything. I'm just.. floating through life. I only feel the connection when with Amelia, and now, with Eleanor. I feel the connection with Jason, when we have time to actually talk. I've lost the moment. It doesn't feel like real life. 

It really doesn't feel like real life. I feel like I'll still wake up. I'll wake up, and Henry will be fine. Persephonee will be laughing with a gap in her mouth where her baby tooth fell out. Chris would be publishing his third book. I'd be chasing a toddler while wearing my newborn and joking about giving one of them away. 

Sometimes, it feels like if I try hard enough, I can get back to that alternate reality. One where we haven't lost so much. Henry in 2013. Persephonee this year. I don't want to lose any more, and I'd do anything to have these two back. 

Amelia started doing a preschool night at Bobbi's church, on Wednesday nights. She likes it. But last night, she asked about the concept of death. It's so hard, because there's so much I want to explain to her.. but I can't. I try to explain it in simple concepts, and I try to keep from saying that Heaven's a great place. I don't want her to ever want to go there. It's a restful ending, not a carnival filled with games and cotton candy. 

The sun rose, and the day seemed dull. Eleanor fell asleep, and was snuggled in her bassinet. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the still morning. Without my kids, I don't know what I would do. I would feel this numb all the time, and I don't want to live like that.