hello again everyone. ethan and i are doing okay. we have our ups and downs as i'm sure you all have had. we have recieved lots of love and support from everyone, although we have also experienced those that do not know how much their words can hurt. we have lots of questions, some that can be answered and some that can't. i have a drs appt that ethan and i are going to together on tues.
i know i have begun to heal, with out ethan i wouldn't be able to get through. i bought some books about grieving and getting pregnant after a loss but i haven't taken them out of the bag yet. and i still haven't talked to anyone besides ethan and our parent - oh but we did visit my grandparents (my grandma lost her last child to placental abruption in 1960) i can't talk about what happened yet and i can't hear about how other people have moved on already.
i find myself resenting others that are pregnant or have babies, especially when they don't take care of themselves or children. like a friend of mine that got pregnant but continued to use cocaine but still had a beautiful baby girl. shes one now and my friend and her fiancee continue to use drugs, even while their child is in the room. they say they quit coke but i've walked in several times when they had been smoking pot. i just feel like ethan and i are more deserving of a child then those kind of people. how come they were blessed with a perfect pregnancy and a beautiful child and we had a very difficult pregnancy and lost our child?
i miss janell so much i feel as though i could die if i just layed in bed long enough. she was so beautiful and i would give anything just to hold her again. i know part of me is still in denial. i think part of me will alway be. i keep thinking that there must be some sort of mistake and i'll wake up or get a call saying i'm still pregnant or the baby took a breath and is fine. the ultra sound machine must have been broken. but i gave birth to her, and held he limp body long after she had become cold.
i hate being away from ethan now. he's pretty much the only one that can make me feel better. and i wish we could have sex. there is so much comfort in sex but we can't until i stop bleeding. at times it seems the only way i'll ever start to feel normal again is when we get pregnant but we can't even try with out an okay from the dr. i know another child will never replace janell or fill the hole he death left in my heart but it would make things better in a different way.
my milk has come in and my breasts are hard and painful. the nurses told me this should only last a week. i hate my body now. i feel odd not having a belly. its like you put up with your jiggley skin and fat thighs you get after pregnancy because you have a baby to show for it but we have nothing to show for it. just memories. memories of the worst time in our lives.
thanks for reading, i know this is long - i'm proud of you if you made it through the entire thing.
Liz
Janell Victory stillborn @ 31 weeks

