I’m completely and utterly overwhelmed by the response to this blog. I really only expected a few close friends to read it. I wanted to do this for myself, as a therapeutic outlet where I could just let my feelings out, but the support you’ve all shown me (over 1300 visitors on my very first day) has given me the encouragement I need to go on.
I’ve been seeing a psychologist. She came to see me in my hospital room the day after Everlee was born. Well, she’s been seeing both Darcy and I. I’m in awe of him. He opens up so easily, he knows exactly how he’s feeling and how to compartmentalize those feelings. He understands why he feels a certain way and knows how to cope. he has a list of things to distract himself and a list of accomplishments. So far in our sessions he’s really been doing well in talking to her. I, on the other hand, sit there like a shy and quiet child who is being punished. I don’t know where to begin. How to look at this stranger and tell her I feel like I’m a failure as a human being – I failed to do the one thing we’re designed to do. It seems easy to write that here, but to look her in the eye and say that seems like the scariest thing I could do. I know she’s not supposed to judge me, but at this moment, I feel like the whole world is judging me.
I keep having horrific dreams. I often wake up with my hand on my stomach after dreaming I’m still pregnant. I rarely sleep longer than 20 minutes at a time. I’m jolted awake by my own fear. Most often though, I dream that different people are mad at me. Close friends. My family. My doctors. Darcy. They’re mad that I failed them. Everlee wasn’t just mine, she belonged to so many people. So many people eagerly awaited her arrival and so many people loved her. That means so much to me. That other people loved her. As Darcy said in his eulogy a week ago, she was never tainted by this cruel world, all she ever knew was love. But in my dreams people are mad that I robbed them of her.
When most people pass they leave something behind; memories, something physical, a favourite object or article of clothing. Everyone has their own feelings, their own thoughts, their own grief over the one who was lost. With Everlee, she never got that opportunity. You never got to know her, only through me. Your grief is for me – for Darcy.
Your love is for us, your sadness is for us. You’re watching me in pain, in sadness and in grief, but you can’t quite grasp what the pain is, because you didn’t know her, you had never met. That’s why this is so lonely and isolating for us, and for me especially. I was the only one who really ever knew Everlee. I knew her personality, her patterns, what she liked and didn’t like. In short – I guess – I am her mother. I knew her best.
People promise that I’m going to have good days and bad. They say that things won’t get easier, but I’ll learn how to live with the pain. I’m still waiting for those good days. Problem is, at the moment I don’t have much to look forward to. Everything for the past nine months has been about Everlee. I don’t have any hobbies, any pastimes, anything I really want to accomplish in the short term to help pass the time and numb the pain. The only thing I can really focus on is trying again, on making her a big sister. But that doesn’t have a time line right now. With an endless array of doctors appointments on the horizon I don’t know when I’ll be given then ok to try and when it will be physically safe for me to be pregnant again.
And then there’s the fear.
I just know I’ll live in constant fear of failing again. Of failing to bring my baby safe into this world.
If I can get pregnant again.
Life is just a big question mark right now. I don’t have any answers. I barely have questions. All I have is overwhelming, all consuming grief and guilt.
When do I get a good day?
Rhonda and Darcy I am thinking of you everyday and everytime I read your letters I sit and baul. I too was so excited over the arrival of my Great Niece ” Everlee Rose.” And when McMom called and told me I felt like my heart was ripped out. So I can only imagine how you and Darcy feel. By no means was this your fault. I never knew anyone who wanted this baby more than you and Darcy. I pray that you get pregnant again and you never know next time it may be twins.. Thinking of you everyday. You are a beautiful writer. Hoping in the near future you will have a ”Good Day”. Love Aunt Mary.
Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 15:29:19 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org
Thinking of you everyday all day. I so wish this never happened. I feel so bad that you can’t sleep and awake every 20 mins. You probably tire
of hearing time will heal but right now that probably feels like an eternity. I know nobody wanted this little girl more than you and Darcy.
They say everything happens for a reason but I can’t possibly ever find a reason for this. It is just plan cruel. I pray that in the near future
you will have your ”Good Day” when you hear ”It’s Positive”. And I have a feeling next time it is going to be TWINS.
Love to You and Darcy.
Love Aunt Mary and Uncle Paul.
You are experiencing one of life hardest battles. I pictured Everlee as you wrote about her. And I felt so sad for all of you.
Dear Rhonda, you are not a failure to anyone, Everlee was far to perfect for this nasty world, she was a perfect angel, i think of you every day and i cant help but get excited to know that you are willing to try again to make her a big sister, im proud of you lady! you inspire me to be a better person. love you
Rhonda after I heard the terrible news I went to the computer and looked up placenta detachment and in every explanation the medical experts said they have no idea why it happens and that it is through no fault of the Mother or anything she did or did not do that causes to occurs. There is no fault and everyone knows you did your best to have a happy healthy baby. We all love you and are proud of how you handled the blow. Take yourself off the hook and just take that love you were ready to give Everlee Rose and give it to yourself you deserve it.
I don’t know you, but my heart breaks for your loss. Your blog brings back a lot of memories for me. I lost my daughter almost five years ago, and the guilt and the grief was uncontrollable for a long time. Please know that it will get better. It will get easier. It will always hurt, but it won’t hurt as bad. You will probably never find the answers you’re looking for, but hopefully in the future you will have a better understanding of the way this cruel world sometimes works. Every fiber of my soul wishes my daughter was here with me, yet five years down the road I now understand that my two sons wouldn’t exist if not for her death. Please know that you and your sweet Everlee are loved by many, and wish you all the happiness in the world.