All of the things.
I’ve tried my usual
techniques to pull it together:
- Zumba: I find myself too distracted by the stink though. My neck grows tired from swiveling around to find the culprit/s.
- Meditation: does imagining a rain of fire crashing down on the Verizon store count?
- $15 Chinese reflexology massages: these are really hit or miss. I've yet to find someone who either: A) doesn't go out of their way to inflict as much pain as possible or B) applies more pressure than the rarest of butterflies delicately sunning itself on an upturned dew-dropped leaf.
- Stuffing my face: let's not even talk about the frequency and randommness of one's bowel movements after their gallbladder is taken out. I like to roll the dice every now and then, but if I have to make some sort of appearance in public that day, eating is a hard bet to place and the odds aren't often in my favor.
It's just a really difficult time, and so far, I haven't made much progress other than to drop a few pounds (thanks to not eating on account of the ass clenching terror of suddenly having to use a bathroom outside the comfort of my own home).
My brothers and
sisters in loss have all told me that the first birthday is the hardest. Some
have said that the actual day of is not as bad as the days leading up to it. Others
have said it’s far worse than they could have possibly imagined. Damn. We’re
not there yet, but we’re close.
The thing is, how do you celebrate something like that? How
do I muster up the strength and courage to call up my favorite bakery and ask them to do a birthday cake for our girl
who isn’t here to blow out the candles? I admire the moms who can. At this moment, I don't think I'm able. We'll see.
We do plan on honoring Ligaya by taking part in
the OC Walk to Remember on October 5th. October is National
Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month. I never even knew this existed until
it happened to us. Please check out this
website and this wonderful organization that recognizes the importance of
honoring babies who were here, but couldn’t stay. How I wish she could have. How I wish all of them could have.
Walking for this event will be hard and sad and so painful, but we do it for Ligaya. We do it for all the babies who never got
the chance to take their steps in this great big world. They were here. They
existed. They were real. And they were people, too.
Love you Little Bird - we're almost there now.
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