23/10/2016
I have always been very honest on this page about my grieving process , and that of the children. Over the past 7/8 months I have struggled to find my passion for the charity in fact I have struggled to think much about Lewis, when I hear someone mention his name to me when I'm not prepared for it, it feels like someone has stuck a knife through my stomach and are twisting away. The pain is raw, its is very much real and I can physically feel it. It feels now like I need time to tense to help with the blow when it comes.
How does this happen? how has this happened. I continually ask myself, why do I not want to think of my baby, why do I wish people wouldn't mention his name in my presence? for someone who prided themselves in baby loss not being taboo, for someone who said that his name will never be banished, and now? now I feel the need to protect myself whenever his name is spoken. I feel awful, I feel awful for that 3/4 months I haven't shed a tear for him, what kind of mother does that make me?
It has taken weeks, months of me feeling like this to realise that grief is just a cycle, a cycle of anger, shock, despair, denial and devastation that I will now continually go through for the rest of my life, and like all the other stages I have been through I just have to let this one ride its course too. Which I have, and I know I'm coming out of it into a new one as I have spent most of the week feeling the love and despair I haven't felt for months, shedding tears for my very much loved son. I went almost 2 years wondering when the spontaneous tears would stop, wondering when the longing in every cell of every muscle for my baby boy to be in my arms would relinquish, but now, after months of feeling nothing, I welcome back my spontaneous tears, my moments of longing because that is when I'm most healthy emotionally.
I write this as I know there are many people on this page that have lost children, and I don't know if you have went through these stages, but I don't want anyone to go through them alone.
Its a lonely day when you realise no matter what you do or what you achieve in life. When you have a child that has died you will never self actualise. That would never be possible. That is something we have to come to terms with.
Lewis' mummy
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