Showing posts with label envy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label envy. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 November 2009

Subsequent Pregnancy Guilt

Survivor, survivor's, or survivors guilt or syndrome is a mental condition that occurs when a person perceives himself or herself to have done wrong by surviving a traumatic event. It may be found among survivors of combat and natural disaster, among the friends and family of those who have committed suicide, and in non-mortal situations among those whose colleagues are laid off. The experience and manifestation of survivor's guilt will depend on an individual's psychological profile.
(from Wiki.ped.ia)

Lately, I've been dealing quite a lot with what I can only really describe as "Subsequent pregnancy" guilt. I love this community. I have no doubt that my path through grief has been a little smoother, a little less lonely because of my involvement in various online communities. But, it is strange to actually cry tears of anger, frustration, joy for people I have never met face to face. There is a large degree of trust going on here. You have to trust that I am truly a bereaved mother, just as I do for you. And I do ...

To digress for a moment: my husband and I are big fans of a cult, terribly British, sci-fi show from the seventies (sounds great, doesn't it !?) called Blake's 7. I remember, in particular, an episode when an idealist, alien, freedom fighter tells a far more cynical character: "My people have a saying. One who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken." I can't quite decide if that is profound or just terribly cheesy. Maybe it's both. But I think of that quote often when I'm meandering around in cyberspace, especially this babylost portion. I choose to believe the blogs I read - usually because there is something in them that strikes me as real or honest, something I recognise from my own experience of losing a child. As a result, I do invest a lot of emotional energy in what I read. I quite often dwell on posts throughout my day. I quite often feel frustration at my inability to do more than simply post an (often inane) comment.

So, back to the pregnancy guilt. There are a lot of us here who are navigating our ways through pregnancy after loss. But, I am so very aware at the moment, there are many other blogging parents who are hoping and longing for another pregnancy. And I feel so tremendously guilty that I already have 2 living children and I've been able to conceive with relative ease again. I feel a little ashamed of having broadcast my very straightforward, average PAL when other pregnancies after loss are not straightforward and have risks of complications and difficulties attached.

I suppose all I can do is to say that I do not take the blessing of my living children for granted. I do not, ever - not for one minute - take the blessing of this little life within for granted. In the midst of fears about losing again and grieving again, I do acknowledge the awesome privilege that this pregnancy has been and is. And to say that I long for each and every babylost mother or father who wants it to be able to walk this path too is an understatement.

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Quieting the snakes.

My darling man looks burdened tonight - his shoulders are hunched and his eyes are dark. There's been an inspection in school so it isn't all that surprising. But I recognize grief beyond tiredness so I ask ... and he replies "A. was off today." A & his wife both work with D. More than that, they are his closest friends there. A's wife is currently on maternity leave with their third child. They have a daughter, they have a son ... so far, so parallel lives. I have prayed since Emma died that their new baby would be a boy.

Today, they had a baby girl.

Whenever, I feel like this pit must have a bottom ...

I hide my Medusa head - I shush the snakes, cram them back down and try not to focus on the fact she cried when she found she was having an unplanned third pregnancy. Because her new daughter will be loved and cherished - just like mine is. Because when I miscarried our tiny one, she send me a huge bouquet of flowers. But mainly because my husband is hurting and I want to make it right for him. I can't but I can try to avoid making it more wrong.