Today hasn’t been bad although it hasn’t been too great either and because of that I feel stuck! I feel like I’m sinking. There are tons of things I want to do and some things I need to do and yet nothing is getting done.
I want to find this super awesome job that could lead to an amazing career but at the same time I want to disappear.
I want to make my motivation working out and getting in shape but at the same time I just want to sit on my couch and eat my feelings.
I want to go outside today and enjoy this beautiful day but I don’t want to get dressed.
I’m hungry but need to go grocery shopping.
And I want to to be productive but just want to sleep.
I feel stuck and am struggling with everything. Grief sucks! There I said it… Now maybe I can go and turn this day around.
I have tried doing laundry, working out, cleaning dishes, washing my hair, running errands, watching television and even perusing Facebook and I still can’t get over the fact that it’s been one whole month since my baby Kiwi Hannah was born and went to be with Jesus!
It’s so hard to continue on with daily life and activities when I know that I am missing a huge part of my life! I want to scream, and cry and throw things and drink that whole bottle of wine that is currently in my fridge but even then she won’t be back and I won’t feel any better… so instead I’m just sitting here bitter really not wanting to talk to anyone or do anything yet still asking Holy Spirit to come and comfort my heart.
I know that this is going to be a lifetime journey of learning to live without a part of me and therefore won’t be easy, and right now this sucks! I know it won’t alway be like this and I know that through all of my emotions God’s grace is sufficient!
Today was the fourth Sunday that my Kiwi Hannah has been with Jesus. It was also the first time that we went back to our church since she left us. I didn’t know what to expect but I knew that I was ready, in part because of my tattoos. I really do feel like they give me the strength that I need. Of course I know that the strength that I am getting is coming from the Lord and His grace, however to have a nice reminder that I can see has been tremendous for my healing!
Today also marks the fifth day that I haven’t cried about losing her. Not that I don’t think about her or wish she was here or see things that remind me of her. Trust me, ALL I WANT IS MY BABY BACK! I’ve just come to the conclusion that it won’t be in this lifetime, on this side of eternity so there’s no reason to jut sit and wallow over my sorrows.
I don’t want to cry all day, although I have and probably will again; sooner than later actually. Instead I want to go out and do things that would make Kiwi proud. I want to challenge myself to face my fears and learn something new and to do new things (that’s why I have really set out to develop my spanish vocabulary so that I will feel comfortable speaking it).
I want to dance and paint more, I want to decorate my house for the different seasons and hang up pictures. I want to live and love and still praise Jesus. I still want to get to know my husband of almost six years. I guess what I’m trying to say is that although I’m grieving, sad, still a bit angry and have a ton of questions I want to get past them all while living my life not staying still (unless absolutely necessary) and I am glad that our return wasn’t awkward in fact it was almost normal…
So I had already planned on getting tattoos for my beloved daughter who passed away a few weeks ago and luckily I have a super great and wonderful friend who’s an amazing artist and he agreed to come up with a few designs for me (thanks Ray)! So today I was able to get them done and it just so happened to be Infant and Baby Loss Remembrance Day!
I absolutely hate being apart of this secret club of pain and grief but getting these tats absolutely made my day!! I am genuinely happy for the first time in a long time! I mean of course it’s a little bittersweet and I’d trade all the pain of these works of art to hold my baby girl again! But at last this is now my story!
So a little back story of each piece…
One day my husband and I watched a super great sermon from Steven Furtick of Elevation church he talked about Rachel and Jacob in Genesis 35:16-20 and how she named her son Ben-oni but how Jacob named the son Benjamin… He goes on to explain that the ONI portion of the name means both sorrow and strength he then said that the greatest strength comes from the deepest sorrow. Once I heard that I instantly knew I had to get that as a tattoo!
The first day in the hospital my dear friend Nicole gave me the words “my grace is sufficient.” I didn’t get the full meaning until I talked to my other friend Judie days later when I was already home, she pretty much told me that God’s grace is sufficient enough to cover all of my emotions and feelings that I was and would have during my grieving process and frankly for the rest of my life and I knew I had to get that where I could see it as a daily reminder
Finally I just had to get her name and birthday because I love the way it looks written… I got it so that when I look in the mirror I can read it!
So there you have it… My pain expressed through art via tattoos! I got my work done by a talented artist in NC you can check out his work
It’s been three Sundays since my beautiful baby girl Kiwi Hannah went to be with Jesus and I have come to realize that Sundays are the hardest day for me because of that.
I am use to and enjoy spending time with a corporate body worshipping Jesus on a Sunday morning but it’s hard for me to fellowship when all I want to do is go back to the day I held my baby in my arms.
As the weeks go on it doesn’t get any better, in fact it gets harder because all I want is to have my baby back but I know it’s impossible as long as I’m on this earth.
I think about her several times a day mainly what stage of growth she would have been at and it’s heart breaking!
I am trying to give myself enough grace to cry and mourn and just be but at the same time I know I need to enjoy the moments of peace and joy that come my way in the form of friends and prayers and gentle smiles from strangers and my husbands loving touch.
It seems like my heart aches uncontrollably more on Sundays more than any other day. It’s like God’s little reminder that I’m still alive and that my heart hasn’t become numb and calloused but the ache is deep and makes even breathing difficult.
I know that my life is forever changed and that Jesus is the only one that can heal my heart enough for me to move forward, but I can’t wait until I get to the point where I can enjoy Sundays again plain and simple.