Monday
I went to the gym. Still recovering from the c-section, my OB advised me to take it slow and easy and begin with walking about 15 minutes on the treadmill.
It took me a few hours Monday morning to muster up enough courage to go back to the gym. What if someone asks if I've had my baby? This question consumes my thoughts anytime I leave the house. This and....do you have any children? So, I pulled a baseball cap down over my eyes, reconfirmed with my friend Mandy that she would be at the gym as well, exact time? exact location of the treadmill she would be on? And then I sat on my couch and prayed to God for the strength to take this baby step to my "new normal". I prayed in my car in the parking lot, God please give me the strength to keep myself together as I walk through the doors for the first time. God, please let it be someone else at the front desk today, not the woman I usually see who has asked when my due date is. I made it inside, made it to the locker room and quickly put my jacket and bag in the locker, grabbed my book, water bottle and headed up stairs to the treadmills, but not before I passed a lady on a chair in the locker room nursing her new baby. I felt my heart break and I felt that lump return to my throat, but I surprised myself when I glanced her way for a brief second and I prayed for the both of them. I prayed she was a happy mom and enjoyed her beautiful baby (boy or girl I didn't look hard enough to see), but I prayed that she would enjoy a lifetime of happiness with her child. And I continued on towards my goal for the day.
I found Mandy, I found my treadmill and I began to walk very slowly with my hat pulled down over my eyes and my nose in my book. But I didn't get too far into my reading before the news on the t.v. caught my attention. A school shooting in Ohio. I wanted to leave right then, I can't watch this now. I can't think about any more children dying, I can't think about the agonizing pain of their parents! So I started praying again, I prayed for the violence to stop, I prayed for the injured and I prayed for their families and I stayed on my treadmill, watching the scene unfolding on the news. I walked and I watched and I read my book, A Woman and Her God by Beth Moore and I prayed.
Tuesday
I invited a friend over for lunch. I love to cook and it was so nice to get back into the kitchen. Cooking is the one thing I've found that truly calms me down, clears my mind, brings me peace and feels therapeutic. For that half hour or hour while I'm cooking I think of nothing but the food I'm preparing and I love it. Lunch was successful and in the comfort of my own house I didn't need a baseball cap and the tears did come out, but that was ok. It was just Lynne and I, and we prayed again and she consoled me and I thanked her for all of her support.
Wednesday
Wednesday was filled with tears, frustration, anxiety, more prayers and finally acceptance that I had to tell some of my best friends from back home, I needed to postpone their scheduled visit for this weekend. Saturday will be the one month anniversary of loosing my sweet Elliott and I have no idea what that day will bring. Well, yes I do know what that day will bring and its something I can only share with Joe and the millions of parents out there who have walked in our shoes before.
I'm so grateful my friends understood, were supportive in me telling them I'm just not ready yet, the time is too soon and I'm so thankful they are my friends who I love dearly. Thank you girls.
Thursday
I had 6 inches cut off of my hair last night. I was introduced to my new hair stylist through my friend Mandy. Seeing a theme here....yes Mandy rocks, she gets me out of the house and taking those baby steps towards my new normal.
As I was sitting in the chair watching the long strips of hair fall to the ground my eyes fell upon three pictures of an adorable little boy. The sentences formed in my head "oh is that your son, he's adorable, how old is he?" and my heart was yelling no no, do not ask her that. What is she asks you. What if she asks you do you have any children? You'll have to say it out loud for the first time to a complete stranger and you'll have to do it as you look at yourself in the mirror and you'll have to continue to look at yourself as she finishes cutting your hair. So I avoided looking at the pictures and I didn't tell her how adorable her son is and I didn't tell her about our sweet angel in heaven. But to be honest, I think I wanted to tell her, not her in particular but someone. I think I just wanted to get the first time over with, to see how bad that sting would feel when I say the words, our daughter died. Would I even be able to finish the sentence, would I burst into tears, would she ask how or any other questions, and what would I say then.
I know that day is going to come eventually but until it does, all I can do is pray.
Today, another Friday
I think today I'm just going to get through the day and allow myself to feel the grief in whatever way it comes. My goals today will be to simply shower and get ready, clean up the house and order pizza for dinner and spend the evening with my best friend, Joe. I'll be praying for him today, that he has a good day at work and that we get through tomorrow together.