Wednesday, July 10

Coping

Thank you so much for all the comments on my last post.  I read each one as they arrived, it was like being surrounded by much needed love. 

I am doing...  okay.  Coping is maybe the best word.

Monday was a bit of a blur.  My parents met us at the clinic, the plan being they would take Mr. Lina to pick up his car that was in for warranty body work while we were gone.  When I walked out of the clinic, my mom was walking towards me and all I could do was shake my head and I was enveloped in a tearful hug.  Dad took Mr. Lina to get his car, Mom drove me home.  My parents stayed until about 3 and by that point I was still stunned, too stunned to really feel anything. 

Since they left, time has passed oddly, sometimes dragging, sometimes I'm surprised to find myself hungry again.  We had a 5 hour black out (6pm-11pm) thanks to the storm that hit Toronto.  This is much better than other areas of the city, a friend was without power for 24 hours and his last Facebook status indicated his neighbours across the street were still without power hours after his came back.  I have spent time on the phone with my parents talking about everything but "the m word".  My walking friend came over for a chat this morning.  People have emailed me, I have replied when I can.

My workplace has been fantastic.  On Tuesday morning, I sent an email to my manager and our director.  I told them I wasn't sure what kind of time I was going to need, this is about mental health more than physical.  Given that nothing developed, this has not been physically difficult.  Not without pain, but I have known worse.  We are so short handed at work and trying to train new people...  I know they need me.  And yet, in reply I was told by my director that I came first.  My health was more important and I should take whatever time I need.  I know this, but it is something I needed to hear so I don't rush back early with a false sense of guilt.  I am going to take it one day at a time, not looking too far ahead.  And today, the two of them sent me flowers.  Flowers.

My crazy hops plant, post trimming.
I am struggling to sleep.  I don't feel particularly tired during the day, I feel unsettled.  Sometimes I can sit and read, other times I need to putter - dusting at random, a single load of laundry, packing up my leftover medication, hacking at the explosion of plants (notably the hops above) and weeds in front garden, crocheting.  I bought a gift for my niece, her birthday is coming and it will take time to be shipped so far.  I lack focus.  I thought a house plant needed watering, I took the bottle I keep near it into the kitchen.  I don't remember exactly when I did that or what distracted me, but I found the water bottle full in the sink this afternoon.  I have had moments of crying, but not as many as you might think.  It's still a little surreal, this doesn't feel... final.  But I know it is.
Clearly more emotion could be aimed at the weeds in my roses.
Mr. Lina can't talk about it yet.  We cuddle, he holds me when I cry and we talked nonsense at 1am when neither of us could sleep.  He sends me lots of DVR times when the kittens are being cute to make me smile.  But for him, life is carrying on - he's gone to work, he's at a concert tonight with a friend.  His crazy director left the company, so he actually had something to celebrate yesterday.  And going on with "normal" is okay too, for now.  We often feel the impact and grief at different times, I know his time will come and I will be in a better state to help him when he gets there.  But he's not ready to listen to me either, and that is unusual.  On the plus side, I don't really have much to say yet.

I have booked an appointment to see our therapist tomorrow night.  Mr. Lina has a production meeting that has been cancelled three times (including Monday) that he would like to continue on with.  And that's fine.  I'm not sure he's ready to hear me talk anyhow and the first visit will be a lot of catch up on what's happened.  The rest of our appointments will be together, but I need to see her to start opening up a little more than stating facts like it's someone else I'm talking about.  She will be key to us getting real closure on this chapter of our lives.

One thing I am feeling is anger at my body.  I can't look at myself naked right now, no lingering between the shower and getting dressed.  This is going to sound irrational but it's the way I feel, no one said it had to be logical.  I'm angry at my breasts for lying to me and I don't want to observe the changes as they go back to normal.  I don't even want to support them with a proper bra.  I don't want to see the bruises on my abdomen that are a reminder of what I was doing to make this work.  I'm not speaking to my uterus, it should not be empty.  Writing that, thinking about that, acknowledging that there is intent behind my behaviour, that makes me feel something and tear up.  (But no, I will not end up a never nude like Tobias, I will like my breasts again when they fit in my very pretty bra.)

I guess this seems like a bit of a list.  As I say, it's like talking about someone else with the exception of the last paragraph.  The hard emotional work will come.

14 comments:

  1. Consider this a hug. ♥♥♥

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  2. I could write a lot, but I think Elle is right---hugs. And more hugs, whenever you need them. You ARE coping, doing all the things you need to do. That's not going to make it easy, but it will at least make it happen. Eventually.

    Wait, I said I wasn't going to babble uselessly. So just, hugs.

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    1. Oh that's not useless babble, it's a thoughtful comment. But I'll take double hugs too.

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  3. Hang in there. However you are feeling is how you ought to feel now--let it wash over you and drain away.
    Hugs.

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  4. Sera, Nothing you are feeling is going to sound irrational to us.... These feelings are very real. Take one day at a time. Hugs!!

    Have you heard of 'Bach's Rescue remedy'? These are homepathic drops (tinctures) in tiny bottles that you can find in the medicine section of WholeFoods or it is also available in the organic aisles of most Loblaws. It is usually taken to help with grief and is non addictive.

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    1. One day at a time is right.

      No, I haven't heard of Back's Rescue Remedy (sounds like something you'd buy on Diagon Alley, or have I just spent too much time re-reading Harry Potter?), I'll look into that.

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  5. Sending hugs and comforting thoughts your way. There is a path laid out for you, Sera. You are not alone!

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  6. I think it's completely rational that you would be angry with your body right now! And totally OK (not that my opinion counts). Your body has betrayed you - in this regard - despite your every effort to meet it on its own fertility terms. That is beyond miserable. But I know you will eventually forgive your body which is, in addition to everything else, the seat of your intellect and creativity and emotions. And when you decide to give your boobs another shot, I would be happy to go out shopping with you. xo

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    1. Well I at least managed to put a real bra on today (although not the one I bought with you yet), it's progress pushed by the fact I'm leaving the house at some point today. When they settle, we'll get them something pretty again.

      Thanks so much for the comments, it's really made me smile.

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  7. I don't think much of anything could be considered "irrational" about your feelings at this point. It's sad that your hubby isn't really interested in listening/talking right now, but we all come to terms with things in our own time, and perhaps he's still a bit in shock. I know he'll come around. In the meantime, take care of yourself and know that all of us in your little corner of the interwebs are thinking of you. *Hugs*

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    1. Ah, it's not that he's not interested in talking, more that he can't. It's not easy to listen and if he's not ready to be hurt by listening (because it does) I can wait and find other outlets. He's got his own anger bubbling under there. Very rarely do we grieve together.

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