I can’t fake another smile
I can’t fake like I’m alright
And I won’t say I’m feeling fine
After what I been through, I can’t lie
-Ariana Grande said it best.
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I have been struggling with this post. I struggle because it’s not nice, it comes from a place of hurt. The things we think in our heads are okay. The things we say to a trusted person in confidence is okay. But when you put something out there, it’s out there for good.
I never want to take away from anyone’s news, anyone’s excitement. Ever. You are pregnant or you just had a baby – well congratulations are in order because that is fantastic.
I never want to spoil the best time in someone’s life. As I hope when the tables turn and I find myself newly pregnant, no one tries to spoil my happiness.
The intent of this post is absolutely not to hurt or offend anyone, at all. And truly I am sorry if it does.
The legit intent is to relate to those going through this.
I can’t tell you how many women post on the support groups I follow “I am surrounded by pregnancy/babies.” And to feel this way after your baby has just died, it’s exhausting. I feel this way. It’s constricting, suffocating. You feel like you can’t breathe, like the walls are closing in on you. You feel insane amounts of pressure to try and try and try again to get pregnant, even if you aren’t ready.
You want to crawl in a hole and stay there until you’ve cried every tear your body can produce. You want to delete all your social media accounts because you simply cannot handle one more pregnancy announcement. But you can’t do that because your support group pages are what gets you through the day.
In all, it’s rough. It’s really fucking rough.
So with that, I am posting this to relate to those that have gone through this. Miscarriage, infancy loss, or just another negative pregnancy test after trying so hard. To validate their feelings, my feelings. But I do not wish to be rude, disrespectful or hurtful to those in my life. If you choose to read this, please, take this with a grain of salt. It was written when I was angry and in an ugly place.
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Can everyone just stop?! Stop getting pregnant, stop posting announcements and stop throwing it in my face ..just until I’m okay again. Until I’m pregnant again?! Just stop. Please.
Obviously these are unrealistic expectations. Life doesn’t stop because I got dealt the shit deck.
Lately, I’ve been okay. I’ve been able to see girls maternity shoots that I went to high school with and it doesn’t send me face deep into a box of tissues. I’ve been okay. But not this time.
Maybe it was because I was already reading Nicks book he bought about becoming a dad. I wanted to read what he had, see the advice he was getting. Maybe that just set the tone. But while I was reading, I got news of another pregnancy this week and I broke.
Truly, I am happy for her. Of course I am. But for some reason, right now I just can’t handle the news.
It was ugly. I completely lost my shit. It was afternoon for me, Nick was at work and it was nighttime for Mom and Claire in England and Ireland. I called them anyway but no answer.
So instead I got into the shower. I sat under the hot water and cried, hard. I wanted to throw shit, hit shit, break shit. I settled for punching the tub until my hand was killing me. Productive, right?
I cried and cried for my baby. For what would have been my life. It was my turn, my opportunities. My facebook announcement. My family that was supposed to grow.
Now let’s not be dramatic…
But I’m surrounded by pregnancy and babies. Literally, surrounded.
I know 13 women currently pregnant, 7 of them being close family/friends and in my everyday life. The other 5 are facebook friends. I know 12 people whos babies are under one year old. Of the 12, I personally know and adore 3 of those babies. These are just the pregnancies/babies I know of, let’s see what June brings us…
But seriously, CAN EVERYONE JUST WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE TO GET PREGNANT?!?!
It’s not really asking that much, is it?
Well yeah, of course it is Ellen. People can’t just put their lives on hold because you lost your baby. People can’t plan their lives around your hurt feelings.
But god wouldn’t it be awesome if that were the case. Logging on to Facebook or Instagram and not seeing babies and bellies every other post.
Jealous. I am totally and completely jealous. And confused. I’m seriously confused. Why did this have to happen to me? When am I going to be ready to try again?
I want to be pregnant right now. This very instant. I want a baby growing in my belly. I should be about 15 weeks now? I want that baby still in me, still healthy. But that’s not the case.
It sucks. It really fucking sucks. And it gets harder to fake a smile, fake that I’m okay, fake that I’m excited for someone who has everything I don’t. This should be me. It was supposed to be me. It was my turn and it was stolen from me. And now everyone else seems to have it.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to get through this? What do I do to make it better? Someone, please answer these questions because I’m fucking lost, and everything hurts. Make it stop. Make them stop. Everyone please, just stop. Just until I’m okay again. Please.
Fuck a fake smile.