I'm trying to remember what it was like being pregnant. So much joy and anticipation. I just LOVED going to every OB visit because I got to see her every time. It made it seem somewhat more real. Even though I could feel her moving, it all was so hard to grasp at times. I loved having my mother-in-law there too. What sweet times all those drives out to Hillcrest were with her. Thanks Mom!!
You know, I've seen a bunch of OB's and doctors in my life, even in the last month, but I have to say that Dr. Rajabi's quiet, listening, completely in tune attitude was so refreshing. He was Cayla's doctor for 3 months and reminds me of an extremely special time in our lives. During those months, he was our connection to Cayla and how she was doing. I could tell he was about to tell me some bad news that day Samuel and I met him. As I listened to all he was trying to explain about Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, he kept repeating info and terms slowly to let it all sink in. I am just saying all this because this day a year ago, changed our lives. It was really a blessing from the Lord to not have a doctor that lines up all his patients in rooms and runs down the line spending 5 minutes with each one. We could talk, listen, ask every possible question and get such clear, easy to understand answers. I just forgot how that's not always the case. Cayla was in good hands. We were blessed. Thanks again, Dr. Rajabi.
I still find myself wondering what my life would be like with Cayla here. She'd be a little over 9 months old. My mind wanders a lot. I can't go there. Ok, moving on to the next thought this afternoon....
I've had people tell me over these past months to be angry. It's okay to be angry. It's okay to be angry with God. Let it all out. I can honestly say that I have not had that emotion in regards to Cayla's death. I would get angry with God about as much as I would shoot my foot off to get rid of an itch. (Not sure where that comparison came from, just the first thing that popped in my head... scary.) It's true though. Anger was not something I had to deal with, especially toward God.
Well, those of you that told me this, you'll be glad to know it happened. I was angry. I was angry at the loss of a dream for Samuel. It was strange in a way, but while Cayla was alive, one of the many pictures I conjured up in my head was of Samuel pulling Cayla in a little red wagon. I had tried at times to picture Samuel and Cayla together over the years ahead and what it would be like for Samuel to have this precious little sister. I was so ecstatic for him to finally have a sister even if she was 16 and 1/2 years younger. HE was so ecstatic to have a little sister. Well, I saw a picture recently of a friend on facebook with her teenage son pulling a red wagon with his little sister in it. Who'd of ever thought this would have had a profound impact on me, but I started crying before I consciously even realized what the picture was. A chord was hit inside me and within a few seconds a flood of tears came. It didn't help that the little girl I'd been seeing pictures of had beautiful red hair, kind of what I'd pictured Cayla's would be like. I saw Samuel and Cayla in that picture and realized the death of a dream. The death of a dream for Samuel. A little while later, I went upstairs feeling overwhelmed and said so to Lowell. He told me I need to say "No." to all these things I'm volunteering for. I told him it was Cayla. He got up and put his arms around me, and I cried all over again. Then, I started getting angry. If he wouldn't have been holding me, I'd have put my fist through the wall, or at least attempted it. I squeezed him instead. I just pulled my hands up to the back of his shoulders and squeezed his arms so hard, yet he didn't even flinch. He just told me to get it all out. At one point I tried to get control and he told me to not stifle it just keep crying if I wanted to. I felt angry that Samuel never got to do much with his little sister. The more I thought of all the dreams that were shattered for him, and I'm sure all of us even though he was on my mind, I got angrier and angrier. I always said I never wanted Samuel to grow up an only child. I know I don't have control over that. I started thinking about him not even getting to spend a lot of time with her for the 8 weeks he did have her. She was only home for 3 weeks and before that was weekends and a day here or there with her in the hospital. Not very quality time. We were really just getting to that stage of him getting to really enjoy her and not feel like he was going to break her every time he picked her up. It was such a release to feel this and deal with it. I still can say I wasn't angry at God, just angry. It came and it went, but God conquered. I am very thankful for Lowell. He's not always sure what to do with me, but neither am I. I haven't felt that strong emotion of anger again. I think I must have cried and got it all out that night. It's all part of the healing I think. I just wanted to share this because I think some have felt that I've not been honest with myself saying that I've not been angry. This truly was the first time I've felt that way. It could happen again, I'm sure and maybe I'll write more then too.
Woah. It's now almost midnight Just thinking of this again, makes me want to cry. I did cry while typing most of the previous paragraph earlier today. We have our struggles, but we get through them. They reappear - we get through them again with God keeping our perspective right. I know these next 6 months will be hard always thinking of what was going on a year ago... but we will get through each day one step at a time and thank God along the way for the precious gift He gave us in Cayla Joy. Goodnight all.
|My first pregnant picture taken in February of 2012.|