Sooooooo stressed!!!!!!

I have no idea where to post this, but I am feeling so out of control as Christmas approaches. We started seeing our RE (reproductive endocrinologist) in September after 7 months of ttc on our own with no success. It took 6 years to conceive our son and the RE told us after Abby died to come see him in 6 months if we were unable to conceive on our own. We tried a couple of natural cycles with IUI and just stepped up to daily injectibles. I have an injection every night between 6-8 p.m. Tomorrow I have an u/s at 9 a.m. clear across town and no one to watch my l/c, so I have to get myself and him ready and out the door by 8 a.m. (he usually doesn't even wake up until 7:15). I'll have another one at the end of the week )(they are monitoring me extra closely b/c I had an ovarian cyst rupture two weeks ago). And the IUI will probably be on Christmas Eve this time. Now I am wishing I had skipped this cycle. Isn't Christmas stressful enough without this? I have not even started on Christmas cards (my dh told me to ditch them this year, but I'm really struggling with that). I haven't started wrapping presents, even though I just finished shopping today. I put the pressure on myself to bake cookies, bought all the ingredients, but just can't seem to get my act together. I got a letter from the insurance today saying they are "investigating" the emergency room visit (for the ruptured cyst) and will decide in a few days "what benefits are available" under our plan. Last week we found out our roof is leaking and it will be upwards of $800 to fix. We have just spent hundreds on Christmas presents for mine and dh's family, each other and our l/c and thousands on ttc/infertility. My dh's car has a leak in the roof and water in the trunk and we have no idea where it's coming from. I am freaking out about money. I am sick for the third time this fall/winter. And I feel like everyone has forgotten me and doesn't have any idea what we are going through. Now that Abby's birthday has passed, I feel like everyone expects me to just bounce back to the same old Emily, or maybe I'm putting that expectation on myself? Either way, I feel the pressure. No one asks or seems to understand how stressful ttc has been for us, especially having to relive the infertility issues we've faced in the past, which, had Abby lived, we would never have to face again. No one seems to want to know and when I do talk about it, they seem like I'm overreacting or something. I don't know why I feel so out of control right now. Maybe it's the extra hormones in my system from the injections? Maybe it's Christmas? Maybe it's realizing another year is starting? Maybe I just needed someone to listen and care? I'm not really sure why I posted this, so thanks for reading if you've gotten this far. I'm just feeling alone again. My support system has disappeared and I am really, really stressed out!!!!!!!!!

What A Beautiful Day

Today was Abby's first "heavenly" birthday and what a beautiful day! I could not have asked for a more perfect day. We woke up and had breakfast and a "normal" morning with Benjamin, however, my mind was following the clock in a play by play of everything we were doing "this time last year."

I've been doing that a lot in my mind over the last few days, remembering things like, on Tuesday, I remembered going to my last doctor's appointment at Good Sam followed by a spontaneous trip to the zoo with Chad and Benjamin that Monday, which was also the 27th. We ran into my neighbor from our old house on Wallace Avenue, who didn't even know I was pregnant again. At that point, there was no hiding it ... I was ready to pop! I remember that last conversation with her as if it were yesterday. I spent yesterday, the 28th, remembering the following day, which was the day I went into labor. I had gone to the Cincinnati Museum Center with my friend, Nicole, and her little girl, Ava, and new baby, Aiden, who was 2 months old. We enjoyed being pregnant together and were excited to have two more kids that would grow up together! Benjamin and Ava watched the trains while Nicole and I talked about how much we both couldn't wait until Abby was born, which was just days away, and how she and Aiden would have a relationship like Benjamin and Ava. And then I remembered that night, going into labor. We had just put Benjamin to bed and started watching "The Unit" when my contractions started. I remember thinking, "not yet baby" because I wanted Chad to be off for all of the holidays! He had arranged a long sabbatical to be home with us through the end of December. An early arrival meant he would have to return to work before New Years. But then I couldn't tell if my labor was the real thing or not, so we just took our time figuring everything out and hoping that she wasn't coming just yet. If only I had known to get to the hospital right away instead of waiting those four long hours, maybe she'd be here now? But, of course, I can't think like that.

As I watched the clock last night ... 9:00, my labor started one year ago at this time ... 10:00, I called the doctor one year ago at this time ... 11:00, I called my parents one year ago at this time ... 12:30, my parents arrived one year ago at this time ... 1:00, we left for the hospital one year ago at this time ... 2:00, we arrived and checked into labor and delivery one year ago at this time. And this morning my mind did the same thing ... 7:15 (when we woke up today), I was still in labor one year ago at this time. Then finally at 11:29, my sweet, precious Abby was born one year ago at this time, already an angel, already in Heaven. Not of this world. Strangely, though, as all these thoughts came into my mind over the last 36 hours or so, I have had an overwhelming sense of peace. Chad said when he was at Teen Challenge (where he works) on Tuesday, he walked in on the students praying for us. They were praying fervently for peace over our family and comfort to get us through this week. And we have been told by many others that they have been praying for us, too. All I can say is that I felt it ... we felt it. It's that "peace that surpasses understanding" that you read about in the Bible. It came over us the week of Abby's funeral and we've felt it many times in the last year, but it has been so overwhelming this week as we felt the prayers of others lifting us up out of our grief. We were actually able to enjoy, and be excited about, this day ... and that is no small miracle!

I woke up this morning, excited to do all the things we'd planned to make today special. Yesterday, Benjamin helped me bake a cake for Abby's birthday and we sang "Happy Birthday" and lit a candle for her after lunch today. It was very sweet. Then we spent some time alone, just the three of us, remembering. We looked at her pictures, watched her video and went through the hope chest that now holds all of our memories of Abby and sits in the room that would have been hers. Her blankets, her bears, all of the wonderful sympathy cards, her baby book and memory box ... we looked at everything! And, again, it was so peaceful. We only shed a few tears as we watched the few moments we were able to capture on video of our sweet, precious girl. But they were not heavy tears, like the ones that usually fall. Through the loving prayers of so many , the depth of our pain was being lifted, even if only for a day. Finally, we put Benjamin down for a nap and prepared for the rest of the day's events. When he woke up, we picked up G.G. (great-grandma) and met the rest of our family at the cemetery for a balloon release. I ordered 25 white latex balloons (one for each person) and attached a card to each one that read, "This balloon was released on 11.29.07 in memory of Abigail Graceland Werner, who would have been one year old today. If you find this balloon, please visit: www.abigail-werner.memory-of.com and let us know where it landed and how you found it! Thank you for remembering Abby with us on this very special day!" We said a prayer as a family then sent the balloons soaring through the sky just as the sun began to go down over the horizon. It was perfect and beautiful, just the way we wanted it.

After the balloon release, our family joined us for dinner at a local restaurant. As I visited with each person, I thanked them for the love and support they had given us all year long and for being with us tonight. I don't think I could have faced this night alone. I did not want to go to the cemetery, just the three of us, and mourn our little girl on her birthday. I wanted to celebrate her, just as we would have done if she were here to celebrate with us. And it truly was a celebration. Of Abby. Of family. Of life. We are truly blessed.

Dear God

Dear God,

My precious Abby's birthday is this Thursday and I can hardly stand it. Please give me the strength to make it through the next few days and weeks. I wanted so much to be pregnant again by now, to ease the pain, but I'm not and only you know why. I don't understand why Abby's gone or why you haven't allowed me to conceive another baby after all these months. I don't know why we were able to conceive her on our own in such a short time after years of infertility to conceive her brother, or why we are having to travel that road again. I trust your plan because I know it is better than my own, but Lord, if it is in your plan, would you please send us another baby soon? I dread the thought of another spring or summer with nothing to look forward to; no hope for another child. Would you please bless us with a pregnancy and a joy in our hearts as he/she grows in my womb in the coming months? Would you please give us something to look forward to that will bring us joy again? If nothing else, would you give us the joy of a positive pregnancy test this Christmas? I just need to see a light at the end of the tunnel ...

Love,
Emily

Back From The Escape, Now To Face The Week

We went away for Thanksgiving this year. It was the first time in my life that I didn't spend it with my family. I just knew that I could not face it, so we planned a trip weeks ago and just got back last night. It made the holiday bearable, enjoyable even. Thanksgiving weekend was our last "happy" memory before Abby died. Everyone was filled with so much joy in anticipation of her impending birth! We lost her the Tuesday after Thanksgiving last year, just 13 days before my scheduled repeat c-section was to be performed. We arrived at the hospital in labor that Tuesday night, ready to deliver our baby girl, a couple of weeks early, but ready to welcome her into the world ... and that was it. No heartbeat. She was gone. Now that I'm home from our trip, the sadness of that cold November day is catching up with me. I knew I couldn't escape it, only postpone it for awhile. After unpacking and settling back into the house, I updated the erasable calendar in the kitchen. As I wrote the dates ... November 29 ... December 11 ... December 18 (her birthday/angel day, my scheduled c/s date and her due date, respectively) ... I could hardly believe it. I can't believe those dates are on my calendar again, staring back at me like an unwelcome guest. I can't believe that a year ago today she was still alive and I had no idea what was about to happen; how our hopes and dreams were about to be shattered and our lives were about to be changed forever. I can't believe only 13 days longer and she would have been here. She would have been alive. I can't believe this happened to us. And I can't believe how much I still hurt one year later. Suddenly the pain of losing her feels so fresh. It feels so long ago, yet so recent. She just slipped right through our fingers, just hours before her birth. I can almost grasp it, but it is out of reach. I can't get my arms around it. How I wish I could hold her just one more time. To kiss her, touch her, to love her. Just to remember that she was a real person, that she was here and that she wasn't just a dream. I don't know how I'm going to make it through this week. It is all rushing back to me and I miss her more than ever ...

Thanking God for the Thorns

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I wanted so much to post something "inspiring" that expresses the mixed feelings in my heart. I couldn't think of anything, but was inspired by something my brother-in-law sent me, so I've posted part of it below.

I am sad for what would have been yet thankful for what is. This month has been such a rollercoaster of emotion, just as I suspected it would be, but every wave of grief and joy have surprised me. They seem to be completely intertwined right now. I never know what to expect from myself from day to day, or hour to hour for that matter. November has been the strangest season of my grief thus far. November. It will always be Abby's month. The next few days were our last with her. It's hard to believe a year ago at this time, we were excitedly completing the final preprations to welcome our little girl into the world, completely oblivious that everything was about to come to a screeching halt. It's been a long year.

One year. There has been much joy and much sadness in our lives in the last 12 months. Benjamin has definately been the joy. I can't imagine what life would be like without him right now, how much sadder we would be. He is at the top of my "thankful" list this year (second only to Chad). I am so thankful for that little boy! I have been homeschooling him since August and today we talked about Fall, the letter "F", made a turkey puppet and talked about Thanksgiving and what it means to be thankful. Afterwards, we made his "thankful" list and he told me what to write (in this order): Jesus, pictures, Nik (his cousin), G.G. (great-grandma), Mommy, Papa, Daddy, ambulances, turkey, owls, Nana Linda, cars, fire trucks, and later he added, pickup trucks, lol. We went outside to find the prettiest fall leaf in our yard and glued it to the list and it is hanging in his bedroom right now as he sleeps. What joy he brings!

When I think of the mommies I know who have experienced the devastating loss of their first child and are now facing the holidays childless, my heart breaks doubly for them. And it gives me reason to be thankful because I have a beautiful little boy sleeping in the next room, whom I was told by an arrogant doctor 10 years ago would never exist! And I have a beautiful little girl in Heaven waiting for me that I get to look forward to spending eternity with! And future children that have not yet been conceived that God is just waiting for the right time to bring into our lives. The pain is bittersweet, because I already know how the story ends. I just don't know what will happen in the middle and I have to wait to find out.

As much as I hate to admit it, I am thankful for this year and all that it has taught me. Even in the intensity of my own suffering, I have seen God bringing beauty from ashes. Sometimes I was blinded by my pain and could not see his hand at work in my life. Other times it was so obvious that it overwhelmed me. At all times, whether I felt it or not, I knew he was there. I know that he still is. I am thankful that he is who he says he is regardless of how I feel. And that I know how to love someone who is suffering, even though I had to suffer myself in order to find out. I am thankful for the compassion he has given me for people in grief, particularly those who have experienced the loss of a child. I know how to love someone who is grieving. And I know how to grieve. Someday God will use that.

I have often questioned whether I should have been so open with my grief or if I have sounded like I am having a faith crisis. The low days are so low and sometimes it's hard to put into words what I am really feeling. I have been frustrated at times and expressed that deep frustration in my blogs. I have been touched and elated at others and have expressed that, too. Ultimately, my faith is still in tact and, in fact, growing more than ever. But I feel a deep need for people to see the real me, the human being suffering beneath the surface. A real person who loves a real God and is struggling to make sense of it all. I think people need that and appreciate that in the midst of such a superficial world. I have learned what is important and what doesn't matter. People will always have their opinions, but God's opinion is the only one that truly matters. He knows my heart. I am truly thankful for that!

My "witness" depended on me before. I knew (in my head) that it didn't, but I didn't realize how I was always "trying" so hard to say or do just the right thing. It's actually quite funny ... whenever we try to inspire others, we are usually not very inspiring. But when we're not trying, then we can be quite an inspiration. It is the only time God can really use us! Now more than ever I see myself for what I really am ... wretched and utterly unlovable ... that is, without Jesus. I have faced the hideousness of myself through the ugliness of grief. It brings the darkest of all human emotions to the surface. It pushes away and pulls back all at once. Grief must depend on God because otherwise it would destroy the soul. Without God, grief consumes.

So now I'm looking at the thorns. As I look back over the past year, I see more thorns than roses. But you can't have any roses without thorns!! As I mentioned at the beginning of this blog, my brother-in-law sent me an amazing story today about thorny rose stems and it really hit home for me. You'll see why. It amazes me how true it is. There is beauty in the pain we've endured this year and it has given us reason to be thankful. Let me share a part of the story with you ...

"I learned to be thankful for thorns," answered the clerk quietly. "I've always thanked God for the good things in my life and I never questioned Him why those good things happened to me, but when the bad stuff hit, I cried out, 'Why? Why me?!' It took time for me to learn that the dark times are important to our faith! I have always enjoyed the 'flowers' of my life, but it took the thorns to show me the beauty of God's comfort! You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we're afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others."

Sandra sucked in her breath, as she thought about what her friend had tried to tell her. "I guess the truth is I don't want comfort. I've lost a baby and I'm angry with God."

Just then someone else walked in the shop.

"Hey, Phil!" the clerk greeted the balding, rotund man.

"My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement . . . twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems!" laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

"Those are for your wife?" asked Sandra incredulously. "Do you mind telling me why she wants a bouquet that looks like that?"

"Four years ago, my wife and I nearly divorced," Phil replied. "After forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord's grace and guidance, we trudged through problem after problem, the Lord rescued our marriage. Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she had learned from "thorny" times. That was good enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific "problem" and give thanks for what that problem taught us."

As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, "I highly recommend the Special!" and left.

"I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life" Sandra said to the clerk. "It's all too . . . fresh."

"Well," the clerk replied carefully, "my experience has shown me that the thorns make the roses more precious. We treasure God's providential care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember that it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love. Don't resent the thorns."

Tears rolled down Sandra 's cheeks. For the first time since her baby died, she loosened her grip on her resentment.

"I'll take those twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems, please," she managed to choke out.

"I hoped you would," said the clerk gently. "I'll have them ready in a minute."

Thanking God for the thorns ...

Emily

PS - Here is my "thankful" list for 2007 ... or, should I say, my "roses" among the thorns ...

Chad, my partner in life and the person who loves me no matter how awful I am
Benjamin, a bright light on a rainy day and the joy of my heart
My family, who has given me all the grace and space I need, but lovingingly encouraged me along the way
My church family who has comforted me and allowed me to express my grief openly in front of them
The women in my Bible study who have prayed and cried and laughed with me week after week
The friends who have actually stood by me without expectations
Nancy Guthrie, for writing the book that saved my life and taught me how to grieve
The new friends I've made on this journey who also wear these awful shoes
Chelsea, my new friend and kindred spirit who gave me a place to let it all hang out while trying to figure out what God was doing
Cindy Robertson, my counselor and friend, who affirmed me when I was hurting and helped me see through my grief so I would know the "right thing" to do
My sister, Amy, one of the few people who really "gets" me and loves me anyway
My neighbor, Jennifer, who knew just what to say and when to say it
Gina, my other sister, who has cried with me and tried so hard to understand
My brother, Erik, for always calling and "checking in"
The generous people who gave us money when we were faced with huge medical bills, funeral expenses and, now, infertility
John Janis, George Martin, Lonny, Ken, Skip and all of the amazing men at Teen Challenge who have given Chad a soft place to land
Our trip to Florida in June, which refreshed our spirits and gave us time just to be together
Our trip to Great Wolf Lodge in July, which gave me a chance to reconnect, cry and share hearts with Gina
Betsy & Vic, for letting us stay in their home for our 10th wedding anniversary
Our trip to Toledo to stay with our new and dear friends, Ty & Chelsea
Our trip to the Smoky Mountains over Labor Day weekend and the renewal of our wedding vows
The movie, "Click" for reminding me not to fast forward this season of my life
Carefree days when I get to "forget" for awhile and actually feel like the old me again
The tulips I planted in the fall while still pregnant with Abby, an annual reminder of my flower blooming in Heaven
The look on Benjamin's face when he sees Christmas lights, fire trucks, a man working construction, or anything else that strikes his fancy
The deer that come to our feeder in the morning and bless us with their presence
That Benjamin still remembers his sister and asks to see her pictures and kisses them when he does
People who visit Abby's website and keep her memory alive
All of the wonderful moments we got to enjoy with Benjamin this year and the privilege of raising him and watching him grow up
That he is still little and there is still time
The hope that I have in Jesus that I will see my daughter again
Heaven ...

Overwhelmed

I am just overwhelmed with sadness again. I am trying so hard to submit my will and trust God with everything, but I am so, so sad again tonight. I just don't know what to do with all this sadness. And I am so frustrated that I can't talk about it. That the only way I can even try to share my pain with those around me is to write. I wish everyone knew how hard this is, but that would mean everyone would lose a child, which I wish on no one. I don't know what to do with my broken heart. I know I need to submit all these feelings to the Lord. I know I need to submit my will to him. I think I have because, honestly, what other choice do I have? I just wonder if I'll be this sad for the rest of my life! I don't want to feel like this anymore. My nephew, Nik, is spending the night tonight. He is sleeping in Abby's room. I asked him to put something in "the room where he is sleeping" and he said, "Abby's room?" I was so happy that he recognized that it is her room. Later, when we were putting Benjamin and Nik to bed, he saw her picture and exclaimed, "Baby Abby!" and ran over to see it. Oh, that blessed me. I was so happy that he remembered her! Later, though, he said, "she's in the cemetery." And I said, "No, she is in Heaven! Her body is in the cemetery, but she lives with Jesus! Grandpa Werner is holding her until we can go there someday!" He looked so confused, like Benjamin often does. How do you explain to a 3 and 4 year old that even though someone is buried in a cemetery, they live in Heaven? It broke my heart. I don't think people realize that, while I can get through many conversations, my heart is usually breaking inside. I long for someone to ask how I'm doing ... how I'm really doing, and mean it. I am constantly thinking about and reminded of Abby's absence in our lives. How Benjamin is growing up without her. How he is outgrowing all of his toys and his baby things are collecting dust in our basement, waiting to be used by some future child who has yet to be conceived. How we anguish month after month when I find out yet again that I am not pregnant and wonder if I will ever be! How every time I see a child her age in a store, on TV or in a magazine, my heart breaks. How even looking at Benjamin's baby pictures can make me sad. How I silently cry when no one, often even Chad, is looking because I don't want anyone to really see my pain. I want to be "normal," I want to be "happy," I want to be "better" but I don't know how or when I ever will. I just know that there is this HUGE hole in my heart and nothing I do seems to help.

Submission

I read this tonight from a book I have come to cherish in the last 11 1/2 months. The first time I read it was about two weeks after Abby died and I read it cover to cover in one night. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't read books in one month, let alone one night!! It has been my own personal grief manual and I have quoted different parts of it over and over to hundreds of people (yes, it's that good!). This excerpt is from one of the last chapters in the book. It really spoke to me today after last night's meltdown ...

I knew God was calling me to submit to the journey we were facing with Hope--not to fight it or to cry out to him to change it, but to submit to his plan and purpose.

For me, submission has meant a quiet, though sorrowful, acceptance of God's plan and God's timing. It has meant giving up the plans I had for my daughter, for my family, for my life, and bringing them all under submission to God.

I wish it had been a onetime decision, a onetime sacrifice. But throughout Hope's life, as her condition slowly deteriorated, in the days of grief that have followed her death, and as we've walked through nine months of this new pregnancy, the call to submission hasn't stopped, and it hasn't grown easier. Every day, as I let go of my dreams and my desires, as I see little girls the age Hope would have been bringing a smile to the faces of their moms and dads, as I plan for another child who will only be with us for a short time, I'm once again called upon to submit. Some days I do better than others.

But because I believe God's plans for me are better than what I could plan for myself, rather than run away from the path he has set before me, I want to run toward it. I don't want to try to change God's mind--his thoughts are perfect. I want to think his thoughts. I don't want to change God's timing--his timing is perfect. I want the grace to accept his timing. I don't want to change God's plan--his plan is perfect. I want to embrace his plan and see how he is glorified through it. I want to submit.

We often hear people talk about the "victorious Christian life." But isn't the life of a Christian really more about bending the knee, humbling ourselves, and taking up a cross? Jesus said it is.

"If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it." ~ Matthew 16:24-25

I don't know what the cross will look like for you. I just know it will require a death to your desires and your dreams to carry it. And I know it won't be easy. But I also know that as you die to yourself, God's life will take root and grow within you. And as you die to your dreams, his dreams can flourish.

Submission to God's sovereignty means bowing the knee whether or not we understand, whether or not we have it figured out, whether or not we agree. In that submission, we find the strength and grace to keep going. And we can even find joy in the journey.

(From "Holding on to Hope" by Nancy Guthrie, 2006)

So, my prayer tonight is that, rather than anguishing day after day over what is lost and what would have been, God would bring me to a place of acceptance and submission to the life he has given me. That he would help me let go of the dream I once had for my life, which included a son and a daughter who would have only been 2 1/2 years apart, and come to embrace his dream for me and for us ... "a quiet, though sorrowful, acceptance of God's plan and God's timing."

Awhile back I wrote a blog called, "The Journey to Acceptance" about losing the "old me," but not arriving at the "new me" yet, either. I am still somewhere in between, but I am starting to realize that this is the destination of the journey and what will ultimately will bring me to acceptance: submitting to God's plan and letting go of mine. It's time for my face to hit the floor again ...