365 days-

my angels,

I had a good cry yesterday... Actually, I've been crying every day for the past week. Yesterday, it was six months since I lost you; A. And today is also a big day for me. As my friend over at Sweeping Up the Broken Pieces stated a couple of weeks ago: the worst year of my life is officially over. Exactly one year ago, I found out that the first one of you had passed. I have struggled to find the perfect choice of words to describe how devastated I was/am. There are none. There are no words that could describe how I felt then or how I feel now. I'd lie if I say it hasn't gotten better. But the truth is, no matter how much time passes, I'll never be who I was before losing you.

There is this one feeling that is constant: guilt. I feel guilty. For not doing something more, for not noticing, for not taking any action, for the actions I’ve taken… I know you would not want me to feel guilty, and that the choices I’ve made were the best for you, your dad, and I. But everything comes back to this feeling… and I’ve begun to accept that it might just never go away.

This year was the most painful and most challenging year of my life. Some days it feels as if the year has flown by. Other days I struggle with how slow it’s going. I guess it depends on how I’m feeling. Every day by is a day I am not spending with you. It’s a day to remember you and think about you, even when I feel no one else is doing so. Your short lives inspire me and give me the necessary strength to keep going. I’m doing this for you. I promise to make you proud.

Loss has made me a stronger person, true. I’ve found the strength I never knew I had to face every obstacle life threw at me during the last year. I’ve made decisions I never thought I’d have to make. But it has also made me a sad, bitter, pessimistic, and plain boring person. I whine, I am envious of other women/families, and I compare my life to theirs. This is the worst part of loss… The one no one talks about. The one where one has to look in the mirror only to find a stranger staring back. I’ve changed so much I no longer recognize myself. 

I am ashamed of the person I’ve become and of the feelings I’ve grown. I often think about what you might think of me when you see me this way. Do you understand how I feel? Do you understand my choices? Do you forgive me? Are you ashamed of me too?

I'm sorry you’re not here with me today. I am sorry A isn't here because of a choice I made. I am sorry I let you down sometimes. I am sorry some days I'm just not strong enough.

I promised a couple of months ago to speak your name and live in your light… although talking about you hurts as much as the first day. I promise I'm doing my best.

I love you.

'what ifs' I have never made public-

With the anniversary of my first loss coming up, certain what ifs and other questions have managed to not leave my mind. 

What if something goes wrong when we try again?

What if “the worst” has not happened yet?

What if my “bad luck” never leaves me?

What if I’m simply not strong enough?

What if something happens and it hurts as much as both my losses put together? Will I be able to handle this much pain all over again? How much pain is enough?

It seems as if I’m only OK when I choose not to talk or think about it. 

It seems as if everyone else though thinks I’m OK. 

It seems everyone wants me to move on, yet they have never even dared ask how I’m doing. 

It seems no one remembers the dates I have so present every day.

A year ago today I found out I was expecting baby #1. I was waiting for my niece to be born, so I chose to keep it a secret. Our whole family had been expecting baby M for such a long time; I did not want to take away their moment.

I called my doctor back home, and he said to come in as soon as I returned. A week later M was born, and a couple of days after that I flew back home, had my blood drawn and went in for an ultrasound. I remember the baby measuring a little behind. We could not hear a heartbeat, and although math has never been my forte, I knew I should have been able to hear it already. My progesterone levels were low, so I was put on progesterone shots right away. A week later, I went in for the ultrasound where we found out our baby had passed. 

What if I had gone to the doctor as soon as I found out I was pregnant? What if I had told my family right then and there? Would I have been put on progesterone shots then? Would I have had a three-month-old baby today in my arms? Perhaps I would have never gone through my second loss... Perhaps I would have never known all this pain and bitterness... My two losses have left me with nothing but guilt.

With my niece’s birthday coming up next week, I can’t help to be sad. So far, March has been the worst month for me. I’ve cried my eyes out. I’ve been crying myself to sleep, and I wake up only to continue crying. Even though she is the personification of hope herself, and I could not be happier to haver her in my life, her birthday is also a reminder of how much I’ve lost this past year. 

What if this pain is all I'll ever get from trying to have a baby?

five months-

You never let me down.