For the most part, most of my days I feel like my life is completely out of my control. I feel as if I’m constantly tumbling, arms and legs everywhere and no sense of up or down. At my lowest, I run out of hope that things will ever get better. I wonder what is the point of making myself go through the motions. Most of the things I do are because I am supposed to do them not because I want to. I am not at my lowest all the time but once every 1 or 2 days, something happens that just destroys me. I end up sobbing on the floor and after a few minutes my thoughts turn to how I am so sick of the way things are and how nothing and no one can make things better. At my highest points I’m able to find something to genuinely smile about, without having to remind myself to physically lift the corners of my mouth.
Today was one of those days.
Constantly when we go back to that day there is only one memory that brings us comfort. February 12th and 13th were without a doubt the worst days of my life (followed closely by May 3). But through that absolute unimaginable nightmare we had one saving grace, one beacon of light, our nurse, K. (I won’t use her full name). That wonderful angel of a woman saved me that day in more ways than one. She never left my side. She held my hand. She coached me. But most importantly, she showed so much love and compassion and respect to my family and my baby girl. She was the one who took her and bathed her, and dressed her so we could have those ONLY few precious moments where I would ever get to hold her. She cried with us, and her heart broke for our little girl too. She visited me in my hospital room the day after to check on me. And after they discharged me I never knew how to contact her. I wanted so many times to reach out and tell her how much she meant to me and my family. We talk about her so often and are so thankful that we had her but I had no way to tell her.
Today as I was getting ready to go back to the clinic to face another task in this endless nightmare, my phone pinged to let me know I had a message on facebook. It was K. A friend of mine who is a nurse had mentioned me to her and she felt compelled to reach out and see how we were doing. And I got to say thank you. Not a drug induced loopy thank you in a hospital room through bleary eyes. But a real honest thank you. I told her that there is very little I remember from those 16 hours I spent in the labour and delivery room, but I remember her, and her kindness. And I told her how very thankful I was for her. She insisted that she was just doing her job, but what she did for us was so far beyond what is ever expected of anyone. There’s doing your job, and there’s doing what she did. So I thanked her, and I cried my heart out as I typed, but I also smiled. And again I find myself thanking her, this time for reaching out and providing me the opportunity to thank her, even though there is no way I could repay her. I am forever indebted to her in gratitude.
A lot happened at the clinic today, I met with the manager of the clinic to talk about how I was treated two weeks ago. A lot that I want to write about. But today I want to pay my thanks to K. I will never forget how she made me feel in my darkest hour. When I most wanted to let go, she made me hold on. And I will never forget that. I just wish I could repay her.
sounds like a real jewel of a nurse Rhonda! you needed her thru this without a doubt and im glad she was there for you. some day you may get to “repay” her, for now thank you will suffice with her ❤
I, too had a wonderful nurse who I still talk to and can call if I’m having a bad day. She and another nurse came to Caleb’s funeral and she even took her husband and son to visit his grave. I am so grateful to these wonderful women.
I’ve been following your blog for sometime now. I know your heartache, sense of loneliness, sense of nothingness, grief and just deep down gut wrenching pain. I know it times 2. I wanted to make this comment on your first blog about your terrible doctors visit, but I decided to hold off until it was a little less fresh. Your doctor was insensitive, yes. But don’t let that cloud your thoughts for your next pregnancy. If losing weight will even the slightest decrease your risk of it happening again, do it. Take the time to lose the weight. The extra few months your have to wait will be terrible with anguish, yes. But it is nothing compared to losing another almost full-term baby. Trust me on this one. You need to do everything in your power to decrease your risk of it every happening again. So even though your doctor was insensitive, don’t let that cloud your better judgement for making a healthier you for your next baby.