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{Guest Post Series} What I Wish You Knew About… Grieving Moms

Good morning everyone! And welcome to my brand new series – What I Wish You Knew About _______. The aim of this series is to give my readers and fellow bloggers a platform to tell their story, to help others understand and to open people’s minds and hearts. It is a way for us to learn something new and to dispel misconceptions. People fear and judge what they do not understand. We need to tolerate each other, and in order to do so we need to understand each other. We need to be able to teach our kids to be accepting of different kinds of people and to never base their opinions on someone’s looks or stereotypes alone. If more kids had that lesson growing up – we’d have a lot less adults who are quick to judge and a lot less war.

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Today we feature Eleanor Douglas-Meyers… a lady I have grown quite fond of in the past few months. I met Eleanor through her blog, JustEllaBella – a blog about parenting and all things crafty. She is an incredible women, always friendly and bubbly! Her post today broke my heart, I cannot imagine what losing a child must be like – I hope I never have to… but for those of you who can – you are not alone.

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What I Wish You Knew About Grieving Moms

I’m waiting in the doctors office when a woman makes conversation with me. “Is he your first?” she casually asks as my little boy digs in my bag for snacks. The question hits me like a ton of bricks… cold sweat, dry mouth, the works. I look at her wide eyed and weigh up my options.

Do I say yes and move the conversation swiftly along, past the sad pitying looks and the awkward upbeat remarks? Or do I tell the truth, do I casually mention that my son’s older brother died as a newborn making the little one shoving his face with raisins at my feet my second child.

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It may not seem like a big deal, “tell her don’t tell her, sheesh move on”. It may seem like I’m over analyzing, but here’s the deal… since my son died three years ago how I process things has changed, things that never bothered me do and the guilt, the guilt eats at me. I’m not alone (I know every person grieves differently) chatting to other moms who have been here has brought me to this conclusion; being a grieving mom is a life full of potholes and obstacles and most of us wish you knew that what seems to you like an overreaction is a little piece of our hearts breaking every time.

Most of us have blinked back tears at baby showers and think memes that say “hey at least my kids are alive” are extremely insensitive. We resented buying headstones or urns instead of bikes or cribs and sometimes we will go from upbeat to super sad because something triggered a memory and although we are pretty strong, sometimes a crack appears in our armor.

Every time I move a conversation along by calling my second my first I am wrecked with guilt, I feel like a horrible person who denies her child. If I confide in someone I run the risk of them brushing it off with a “hey could have been worse”, “at least you have one now”, “good thing you were so young”, “you think that’s bad let me tell you about so and so”.

By trying to make me feel better you are downplaying his importance and that stings.

As grieving moms we don’t want to talk about them too much because then you are dwelling and not moving on and people whisper about you and wonder if they should do an intervention so you don’t end up mothering a rock you picked up in an alley, but then again you don’t want to talk about them too little because you don’t want them to disappear completely.

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Maybe that’s why I got his name tattooed on my arm, this way people will bring him up in conversation. I don’t mind talking about my dark haired cherub, but I learnt pretty early on that people are not comfortable with such “morbid things”. My life is overrun by “morbid things” – I have photos of a now dead child on my facebook page, I take him toys on his birthday and because of the support groups and fellow grieving moms I now know about baby coffins and necklaces with locks of hair in and sadly I know that children die.

I look at my husband carrying my son from the car and I have flashbacks of him carrying a tiny white coffin into a church full of weeping friends and family.

Sometimes I look at my living child and wonder how long I will have him for. I hear him singing Twinkle Little Star for the 100th time and wonder if that could be sung at his funeral and whether I could put him in the gumboots he loves so much. Sometimes I hug him so hard and smell his skin and try to imprint that moment into my brain, I look at his hands and his feet and the unruly piece of hair at the back of his head – which stands up straight while the rest curls and try to commit it to memory.

I didn’t do that with his brother, overwhelmed with grief I could hardly hold him… I remember his feet and his hands and his lanky frame. Sometimes I forget then I scratch through my memory box like a mad person to recall something, anything. When my phone crashed and took with it some of the few pictures I had it was like he died all over again and it hurt.

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I struggle to do “family things” like photo shoots because my family picture will never truly be complete, those “my family stickers” make me uncomfortable and watching the world move on without him, now THAT is really uncomfortable.

So what do grieving ones want you to know? Well the ones I chat to, we want you to know that we don’t want pity or special treatment – we just want a little bit of courtesy. A hug on his birthday, a smiley face at Christmas, understand why we don’t want to talk and be there when we do.

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16 thoughts on “{Guest Post Series} What I Wish You Knew About… Grieving Moms

  1. Eleanor, thank you for sharing so beautifully your heart break and tragedy. My story and circumstances are very different to yours but I so identify with the flippant platitudes that people offer, thinking they’re giving comfort when in fact they’re hurting us more. I never lost a live baby but I lost 7 pregnancies and the “hey, it could have been worse”or “at least you have kids now” statements tear me apart still and it’s been nearly six years since my last miscarriage.
    Much love to you!

  2. Thank you for posting this story, it had me in tears the whole way through. I lost my little girl during labour in January 2015 and i can honestly say that i KNOW EXCATLY how you feel. Often when people ask me if i have any children i have the same emotions coursing through me – do i say yes and start a conversation with someone who will get uncomfortable as they all seem to or do i deny her existance for the sake of their comfort – it kills me every time… My heart goes out to you.

  3. Eleanor, thank you for sharing your story with Maz and her readers. I have no wise words other than wanting to acknowledge your sorrow in loss and joy in what you have today; conflicting emotions that will forever stay. ❤

  4. Many times I have felt alone in my grieving. no matter what anyone says , I still feel that until you experience it, you will never truly understand. I too lost my son, two years ago. He was 17 months old. And still to this very day it hits me like shot to my gut. Its a pain that never goes away. I hate talking about ‘the day’, but I make sure that I keep his memory alive by retelling stories and sharing moments, for my girls. Its such a hard thing. Its the worst thing. I know how you feel. I breathe these words and sentiments every second of the day.

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