My weekend, Facing Mother’s Day

…. I guess that is about the best way to start this. I first want to say that I am so grateful to be able to connect with you all. It has brought me great comfort to be able to share and in turn to be able to be a part of your blogs etc.

If you have been following along.. The answer to the question is .  I was so hoping that it would be different.  You see my due date would have been at a very special time of the year for us.

With that brings the story of my weekend.  We were to attend a birthday party for the young man born 8 days after our son.  Husband and I had a very hard time going.  It was everything we had emotionally.  They had rented a bouncy thing for the kids to play in.  As we stood in the drive, Watching the kids, up the road you can see our son’s headstone.  So there we stood, tears in eyes..  Wondering, how we are going to make it through going inside and presents etc…  And then……. I hear my husband’s cousin and his girlfriend talking.  They are due Dec 28th..  2 days earlier than I would be if I had not had the X!  It is constant.  No matter which way we turn there is something, another reminder, another punch in the gut.   At this time, I am currently fighting the urge to just turn around and leave.  Get in the car and go home where it is safe.

No, I tell myself.  You will be branded the a$$ if you do not go.  You will be considered rude etc if you do not do what they want you to do.  Why are we programmed to do EVERYTHING that others expect but never once take into consideration how much we can handle emotionally?  I keep asking myself this question.  I stayed!  I went to another room.  I did not watch presents, or blowing out the candle. I cannot handle it.  But I stayed.  I made the effort because I love them and want them to be able to enjoy what we cannot.  Not once did anyone even bother to consider what it would mean for us to have to sit there knowing that 8 days ago we should have done the same thing for our own son.  Not once did anyone in the last week say I am sorry you didn’t get to experience this.  I am sorry you will never know what it feels like to have your 2-year-old yelling Mommy as he runs across the lawn.  We are just expected to do whatever it is that everyone else wants……..

One book has special meaning for my husband and I.  The day before Mother’s Day 2012, he took me to the mall to pickup a couple of things.  One of which was the book “On the Night You Were Born” by Nancy Tillman.  The next day, on my first and only Mother’s Day, I sat rocking my sick, dying son as my husband read this story.  Each night we read this to him at bedtime in the NICU.  It means so very much.  My last memory of this was hearing my husband read it at his grave as they lowered his casket.

Last night, as I signed into FB, I see that our cousin (the mother to the boy above) posted the first page of this book on her wall.  She knows what that book means to us.  I know we do not own it or have exclusive rights.  We are family.  A very close one at that.  She knows what it means.  It is etched into the back of our son’s headstone.  I responded to her post.   I attached a picture of my son’s headstone with the comment “Great Minds think alike”.  She hid my post.

I am tired.  I am weary.  I am grieving for my son.  I grieve for the Father’s Day my husband will never have as he passed before that day.   This weekend is Mother’s Day.  I wear that title proudly.  I am C’s Mommy.  He is my precious son.  I have sacrificed much to hold this title.  I was the Mommy who held Daddy’s hand when the DR came to our room and wanted us to end his life.   I am the same Mommy that said “He is our son.  We are a family and we will allow him to tell us what he can and cannot handle.  We will fight together!  We will stand behind him!”  He may have been 17 days old but that matters not.  He fought hard for his life.  He is our son!

Today.. I am saying the same.  Today, I am C’s Mommy and I will stand up for my feelings and my emotions.  I will not allow anyone, family included to abuse the love of myself or my husband.  Nor, will I allow anyone to belittle our position in life.  We are parents and we have made a huge sacrifice to earn that title.  Anyone can give birth…….. But, not just anyone can be a Mother.

Wishing you all much love this week and on this Mother’s Day weekend.  You all deserve to know that you are honored.   You are thought of with love.


6 responses

  1. I so wish your families could be a bit more sensitive towards you and your husband, particularly at this time of the year. You deserve love, support, and recognition for being Carter’s mom. I’ll be thinking of you this week and wishing you the strength needed to get through.

    May 5, 2014 at 3:03 pm

    • Jo

      Thank you. I will be thinking of all of you this week as well.

      May 5, 2014 at 4:00 pm

  2. That was rude to hide your post on FB. I don’t understand that. Once again, I am so, so sorry and I just wanted to let you and your husband know that I will be thinking of all three of you on Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, and every day thereafter, as your journey has touched my heart like it’s never been touched before. God will give you the strength, hard as it may be, to get through today and every day. HUGS……………………Love…………………………………..Peace…………………………………..

    May 5, 2014 at 6:22 pm

    • Jo

      Thank you for your kind words. They touch my heart.

      May 5, 2014 at 9:45 pm

      • Nothing, but the truth. Just glad I can be here for you, even though I ran off for awhile because I needed to work on myself, as I’ve been struggling lately. But, I am back and still thinking about you. Just wanted to say hi and let you know I’m here, I’m back. you ever need to talk, I’m here. Hang in there, my friend. HUGS Hope you are enjoying your 3 day weekend.
        Peace, hugs, and love,

        May 24, 2014 at 9:04 pm

  3. I’m in shock, Jo. I’m just so deeply sorry. There really are no words. As often happens your post brought me to tears. I so wish things were different for you.

    May 12, 2014 at 9:11 pm

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