right where i am 2012: one year

I first read the writing of Angie, of still life with circles, last summer, during my first tentative steps into the baby loss blogosphere. I was very moved by this post I read of hers at Glow in the Woods, a blog for babylost parents of which she happens to be the editor. Last year she created the “right where i am” project, to encourage bereaved parents to write about how they are doing on their grief journeys, and to remind them that wherever they are, it’s where they are supposed to be.

I’m grateful for this reminder. I don’t know why some of us humans worry, in the midst of grief, about whether we are grieving the “appropriate” amount for our situation… but it happens. In fact, it is remarkably easy to do. (It’s probably a subconscious emotional stalling/distraction tactic, right?) I know we have to grieve however we do. I’m sure it’s true that I’m right… where I am.

It has been one year since we were told that our son Sebastian no longer had a heartbeat. I feel lucky to know when that heartbeat disappeared – almost to the hour – and to be able to honour, in my heart, the day he died as well as the day he was born.

So where am I?

When I let myself go there, I feel like I’m in a place so complex that if I tried to tell someone in conversation, words would definitely fail me. Back in September, when I went back to work instead of going on maternity leave, my supportive co-workers would often ask me, “How are you doing?” and I know they meant it. They were so lovely about it, but school is not the place to take on that topic. While working, I didn’t allow myself to delve into how I was doing, so I’d condense it into, “Okay,” with a shrug-half-smile, or “Depends on the moment,” to which people would nod sympathetically.

Now, when people ask me how I’m doing, I assume they’re referring, with the best of intentions, to my visibly pregnant status – and I usually abridge my response in a similar fashion.

But where am I, unabridged, uncondensed? Bereaved and pregnant?

I am torn, every day, between joy and grief. Right now, I’m watching my abdomen ripple as my daughter does some kind of martial-arts-yoga in there, and I fiercely love every second of it. Equal in my mind are my eagerness to meet her, and my yearning to cherish everything in case it’s all I get. My husband reminds me that there’s no benefit to worrying that lightning will strike us twice, and I know he’s right. I do my best not to let stress get the better of me – for me, for the baby, for the family in general.

But I cannot avoid thinking about it. I really do believe that this baby will be fine – I have not just hope, but confidence – but at the same time… why shouldn’t lightning strike twice, if it can strike once? Every time I talk about when I go on mat leave, when the baby comes, when we will have a newborn, I’m qualifying it in my mind. Every time. (You can understand why I don’t do this aloud – what a bummer of a conversationalist I would be.) This is not me being morbid; this is me staying sane. I need to let myself remember that life doesn’t always make sense.

This dichotomy of emotion is magnified when I’m with E. One year later, he is figuring out so much more about babies and pregnancy, which is both wonderful and disconcerting. He is so excited about his baby sister, and often asks when she’s coming. He has a long list of things he’s going to teach her. He talks to her, and yesterday he told her, “I love you, baby sister!”

Sometimes, he mentions that he would like a brother. Does he know that he almost got one? I know he thinks about Sebastian, but I have no idea what form this fabled baby brother takes in his mind, if he understands that there was a real baby.

A couple months ago, I had a conversation with one of his little friends at day care, who asked about the tattoo on my wrist.

salmon tattoo for sebastian
This photo is actually Sean's tattoo, about 2 inches across. Mine is more muted colours and the size of a dollar coin.

I said, “It’s a fish, a salmon.”

He asked, “What does the writing say?”

“It says, ‘Sebastian.'” I hoped that would be it, but this kid is five. He wants to know things.

“Who’s Sebastian?”

So, in as few words as possible, I explained that he was E’s baby brother who had died, right before he was born.

This child’s mom knew about what happened, so I hope she was able to answer any subsequent questions he might have had, after he’d chewed on that idea for a while.

I didn’t realize that E had overheard this conversation until we were in the car on the way home, when he asked, “Mommy, is Sebastogen in your belly?”

Oh, my poor baby. What does his brain make of all this? He knows there’s someone in my belly. It might as well be his baby brother, since he’s never met anyone (other than himself) who has lived in there.

I carefully, lovingly explained that no, Sebastian was in there at one time, but he died, and I was really sorry that E never got to meet him, and that we couldn’t keep him and bring him home. He said calmly, “Yeah, he never got to see me.” I heard him say this again to his aunt, many days later. He takes it all in and remembers. He obviously thinks about it.

I just dread the day when he truly puts it all together and realizes that he was cheated out of his baby brother, that there really existed one meant for him, but he’ll never get to play with him.

Meanwhile, I worry that he’s confused. We’ve tried to be straightforward with him without telling him more than he asks, but I fear we’ve given him a very odd puzzle to put together. Sebastian went to a good place (called “Kevin”?)… and he is gone, but he is also somehow still here in the necklaces we wear to remember him (we haven’t actually explained about ashes)… and he looks like a salmon?

cremation jewelry - circle of life, mother and child

And I don’t know how much he remembers about the months we were expecting Sebastian, but we used to talk about him with the same enthusiastic anticipation that now surrounds his baby sister. Is there any worry in his mind? Does he wonder if this will be another baby who doesn’t actually arrive, or does he just trust us, even though we were wrong last time?

When he talks about being a big brother to his sister, I feel bad that I’m not able to articulate to him that he’s already a big brother. We know in our hearts that he is, but he didn’t get to BE that big brother to anyone. How can we prove it?

It’s the same quandary I’m in when people ask how many children I have. This is a tricky subject that comes up a lot in baby loss blogging. No bereaved parent wants to deny the existence of their dead child(ren), because those children are in our minds and hearts all the time. Some parents say things like, “I have two living children,” and wait to see the response. Some get right into it, knowing that society needs to learn to be more open about baby loss.

In this whole year, I have never managed to include Sebastian in the answer to that question, although I’ve had many opportunities. Because although I am in no confusion about being his mother, or about him being my child, I don’t have him. That’s the whole point. I never got to hear his voice, or nurse him, or change his diapers, or see him outgrow any tiny onesies, or any of the other lovely things you do when you have a baby. I have one child at home – and now, one in my womb. The one in my heart is no longer a child, except as we remember him.

That’s one reason I’m glad to be pregnant right now. I feel more connected with Sebastian, because for now, the number three applies. I was talking about being pregnant in hot weather with the barista at Starbucks the other day, and I had no trouble at all answering that it was my third time doing this. Everyone happily acknowledges the life and realness of a baby inside a big pregnant belly, and Sebastian and I had that, for sure.

In terms of birth as well, I will be able to use the number three. I had a conversation in April with a friend of the family (whom I hadn’t seen in ages) who asked about my due date, and said, “It’s so exciting – it’ll be your big moment, for the second time!” And I didn’t even really think before “Third, actually,” popped out of my mouth. Of course, the conversation got a bit awkward at that point – she had forgotten that that was my stillborn baby she’d heard about months ago – but there is no suppressing that birth in my mind. I’m so grateful for that experience, and how very real it was.

I have something else to confess. I am sometimes prey to guilt that I know is irrational, but is there nonetheless. When we found out Sebastian was a boy, I had mixed feelings for a while. I remember trying to figure out why, because I love my firstborn so so so much, especially his boyness. I realized that part of it was that I wanted my next baby to be a whole new world, like the first one was. I guess it seemed to me that if I had a girl, the experience would be so different, I would be less likely to blur my two babies in my memory.

Also, I was sad at the unlikelihood of having a daughter, since I always pictured having one, but we weren’t convinced we would have more than two children.

Look at that. I got my completely different experience, in spades. And then, a daughter – at a time when I knew, finally, that I would have been equally excited for either sex.

Although I couldn’t be more thrilled that this baby girl is doing well so far, the phrase “be careful what you wish for” comes to mind.

In this last, rough year, my perspective on my amazing good fortune has only grown… but I still wish for Sebastian.

I still cry sometimes, but not very often. It hits me at weird moments, and I don’t always know what to do about it. I am thankful for the short period last summer when I learned to be totally open about my tears, because it made more sense to cry than not to. That time is long past, and I am back to being self-conscious about the moments when I get teary-eyed. I know it’s silly… but I guess it goes along with surviving a year, getting tougher, focusing actively on all the good things… and knowing that time gradually, inevitably forces me to let go. Not completely, of course – never completely – but enough to be present, and to appreciate.

Wow. This is a longer post than I planned. I guess I had some stuff to process – and I think I might have strayed from “right where i am” a few times… but I know at least some of you are still reading.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading. I know for sure that where I am now is a much healthier place because of you. Last summer, when I began writing about all this and thought you would balk at my painful words, you did the opposite. Your support was, and has continued to be, incredible – wonderful – overwhelming. And it encouraged me to go down deep when I needed to. I am certain that this one-year anniversary would be much darker if I had not had your strength to help me go to the dark places from the start.

You are awesome. So much thanks and love to you.

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13 thoughts on “right where i am 2012: one year

  1. berty says:

    Oh, wonderful, brave, brilliant girl. You and S are an amazing team, and your children – all of them – past, present, future – are wrapped and hugged in love, always. No matter what happens, not just with pregnancy, but about however your lives go, that’s one thing that will stand them – and you – in good stead. E knows he is superloved (sometimes he even talks about how you’re nice to him and that makes him happy!), and when he hears you talk about Sebastogen, ­čÖé he knows you love him, too, and obviously it’s a great, sweet excitement he’s witnessing for Miss AngryBirds… I know it’s not exactly an unbridled anticipation you’re able to have about her, but it’s true that it’s no help to think negatively about the future. And your words – about honouring your second child – are perfect. You’ll honour his memory, and put the energy you had for his growing-up into the growings-up you will still have a hand in. Sebastian is good, where he is. There is no chance he didn’t feel your love when he was here on Earth, and the love you put out there for the children you are still able to see and hug now is the best tribute to him you could give, I think. You’re amazing. I love you.

  2. Mama says:

    I went to Meeting for Worship for Healing at the Gathering last week, on Wednesday. Each of us (there were not many) told why she was there needing healing. I said that I was asking healing prayers and Light not as much for myself as for my mother – whose healing might not involve staying alive – and my daughter (and family), and I explained about Sebastian and about your present pregnancy. After this telling, we all sat quietly together awhile, and then each of us was named by the leader and the energies of the group were focused on that person for a time. I was sitting there with my shoes off, as usual. When it was my turn to be named, there was some silence, and then one of the women said, in a sort of surprised tone, “Oh, I am having a vision of Beverly sitting in a chair with her feet – her BARE feet – planted on the floor, and she’s holding a little baby, a beautiful little baby.” I saw this woman a few hours later, and she said to me, “I’m still seeing you with the baby.”

  3. emerge says:

    Sebastian feels very close right now. With babygirl in the same place where he was last year, it seems like they ARE the same, as brother and sister are, as they should be, and that is nice to think. As you say. And E will be ok; he will figure it out; it’s not easy but then a lot of things around are complicated and strange and he manages them pretty well! And the things he knows are still true: Sebastian was in your belly; he was loved; he’s not here but is still loved. The rest will come, and he’ll understand. As much as the rest of us do, which… well, who understands anything about life really.

    I love you and I think you’re amazing.

    • diblog says:

      Thank you for the unintended vigil you kept for him, and for reading, especially when you did… and for being there for all of us, E in particular. xoxoxo

      • emerge says:

        Thank you and you’re welcome :). I’m glad there was a good reason for being up so late for once! At that hour, reading your blog and thinking about what to write, I was definitely focused solely on you and Sebastian, with no distractions.

        I remember so vividly last year, the day it happened, when you called me in Toronto and I was in Hamilton with Diana who couldn’t sleep, and I was thinking of you going to bed that night and unable to process it really, much less clear my mind for sleep… there are no adjectives that fit for what that day/night were like, but I will always remember. <3 <3

  4. oh mama. your words are so beautifully written, as always in this space. your strength is truly inspiring. your courage to share so openly the complex feelings and thoughts, your process, is greatly appreciated.

    it was my lion’s 2nd birthday on the 8th, and as we celebrated him and his life, i remembered sebastian and you and your family. i will always think of you on this day.

    all the best with your wee miss.
    xoxo
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    • diblog says:

      Thank you for your kind words, mama lola… I have been thinking of you and your lion and the rough memories you go through at this time of year. I’m glad we can remember lion’s brave recovery – not to mention your own! – at the same time.

  5. EM says:

    Thank you so much for these blogs about Sebastian. I have found them via your sister’s Facebook post. Wonderful to read your words, and to have the experience you went through so clearly communicated. It helps me understand and relate, and I am very grateful to you for that.

    • dilovelyadmin says:

      Thank you for reading, EM. It’s wonderful to know how blogs can bridge distances – I have felt the same way reading others’ blogs. (And Facebook too, since you mention it – I have heard some amazing things about your progeny!)

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