 I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest... I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection... I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life... I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife... I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me... I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living... I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed. What you can expect to find here: the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!) complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing my love of irony links to kooky news stories way too much scatological musing for sane people
|
 |
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Even When You Have Company, Sometimes You Are Alone
A good friend of mine flew into town Friday for a visit before she starts law school next month. Not only is she my oldest and dearest friend, she is also my daughter's godmother.
I warned her ahead of her visit about the somber mood in the household but we agreed that perhaps some company would be, at the least, a good distraction for everyone.
I got back into meal planning and cooking and whipped up two delicious meals each night with
the help of my friend and hubby.
And then last night for "dessert" I snuck into my room, alone, and cried for 45 minutes.
Posted at 09:14 am by brandy101
 |  |  | melsyslap August 1, 2005 09:38 AM PDT
Can I just start by telling you that I know EXACTLY how you feel.
My now 6 year old was a plathora of genetic issues that were not to be.
I went though genetic counsel,amnio,then later on fetal heart chamber U/S.
It was so scary to think that this baby inside me might never be...different from a miscarriage that you have no real control over were the *what ifs* hanging over our heads at all times.I just was never happy...not even when I forgot for 45 minutes.
After 7 months of scaring the crap out of me..she was fine.
We were lucky.
All of the "If it's not meant to be's..." made me just angry.Don't you just want to scream SHUT THE HELL UP I KNOW THAT!!!!
Anyways...
Just wanted to let you know I have been there...and even a cry is sometimes only a cry,because nothing can help.(((HUGS))) |  |
  |  |  | Michelle July 31, 2005 03:00 PM PDT
You were right that company can distract you but only for awhile. A good cry was probably a good release. I am sorry you have to be going through all this right now. My heart goes out to you and your family. Remember that no matter what, you are strong, beautiful and CAN handle what is put on your plate even though it may not seem it at times. |  |
  |  |  | Raejane July 31, 2005 01:32 PM PDT
*huge hugs*
I love ya hon!!
|  |
  |  |  | scott July 31, 2005 01:25 PM PDT
Tha crappy thing about family problems is that life goes on... we all have to do mundane things like eat and wash, when all we want to do is cry, or stare into space...
Hope you are having a few minutes to yourself... |  |
   |  |  | Nic July 31, 2005 09:27 AM PDT
I think your gender deserves a metal for all that nature puts you through. We (men) watch as your bodies are beaten and battered, by bloat, swelling, hormonal changes due to any number of things, and passively inquire "Is everything OK"
Unfortunately there is no way I/we will ever be able to fully understand what you are going through mentally and physically and I am not sure that even another woman (like your friend) can fully appreciate it.
Just keep in mind that though we are for the most part clueless, we are aware that you hurt (in all possible ways) and we do care. I know you disappeared and cried by yourself, because you didn't want to do it in public, but maybe you should share your "desert" with others so that they might hold you and make it better. |  |
|