A piece of my heart is missing. Two, actually. Ripped out suddenly. I'm overcome with it all, with the shock and disbelief that Lucas is really gone. How? How can this be? How can life just keep going on all around - how do we smile and celebrate our twin's 4th birthday, how do I take them to the park, how do I take a breath and put on my happy face and pretend to be fine?
I felt like it took 4 years with Reagan. Maybe that's too long, maybe that's not normal...but it took me 4 years before I could celebrate with other women when they got pregnant, when they had girls. Four years before I wouldn't spontaneously break down in the store when I saw someone who resembled what I imagined her to look like at 2, 3, or 4. My heart always ached for her, I always missed her at family events, holidays, vacations. I always wondered what it would have been like for Hannah to have a sister to play with. I still wonder those things, still feel that ache, but it's an ache filled with less bitterness and anger and angst. It's more of a recognition that our family is incomplete, that our daughter is missing.
But now?? Can a parent really overcome losing 2 children? Can I go through these years of grief again? Can I face a future always wondering, always thinking about what we are missing out on with Lucas. This time around, I know more. I know what it's like to hold a crying baby when they just need you in the middle of the night, I know what it's like to nurse a baby to sleep, I know what it's like the first time they call you mommy. I feel more deeply what I'm missing with Lucas because it's not just what ifs in my mind, it's what I've lived through over the past 4 years. So many beautiful little moments I'll never have. Oh my sweet boy, how I miss you.
So, how do I move forward from here? When all I want to do is hide, curl up in bed, never face the world again. How do I give my kids a fun summer, let them be kids and run free and play, when I just don't have the strength? I keep thinking back to that last moment of hope, and that's what hurts the most. The last moment I thought things might be okay. Obviously we headed to the hospital for a reason, but home dopplers are unreliable. And I had just felt him the day before. I just keep thinking back to the ultrasound tech, and how she took a minute to scan things, face blank. I remember anxiously looking at her, eyes darting between her and Andrew, waiting. And then she silently shook her head. That was it, that was the end. I feel naive for thinking things would actually be okay, for having that moment of hope. I feel disillusioned and disappointed by the God I've served for as long as I can remember. And right now, I'm too weak to even cry out to Him. I'm living in a fog.