Monday, August 31, 2009

I Am

I am...
tired
hurting
sensitive
isolating
shattered
needy
anxious
desperate
hopeful
hopeless
lost
faithful
angry
despairing
exhausted
overwhelmed
frustrated
wondering
questioning
sad
lonely
in love
loved
untrusting
an outsider
unsure
reflecting
unflinching
creating
too young
too old
misunderstood
jealous
broken
rising
passionate
flawed
withdrawn
of a different perspective
empty
pathetic
disheartened
longing
missing her
loving her

I am...
grieving.

~Kristin Binder

Honest Scrap




I've been given the Honest Scrap Award by Karen at Busy Hands, Lachlan's Mum at The Path I'm Walking and Franchesca at Handprints from Heaven. This award is for bloggers who write honestly from their heart, from the depth of their soul. Thank you Karen, Lachlan's Mum and Franchesca for the honor!


There are a couple of rules to accepting the award. Firstly is to pass the award on to 7 other bloggers, and secondly to list 10 honest and hopefully interesting things about yourself. Here are 7 (it felt nearly impossible to narrow it down to just 7) of the many touching blogs, that really resonate with me:




These first six bloggers are also navigating through loss, the seventh often offers a mix of opinion, entertainment and insights. Enjoy!


Lost--For--Words at Momentum




And now for the 10 honest and hopefully interesting (though I cannot make any promises here) things about me...
1)I love to sing (in the shower, in the car, at church, anywhere really) which would be all fine and good if it were not for the fact that I am absolutely and undeniably tone deaf. No really, my husband would tell you my singing is like hearing cat's fight.
2)I always wanted to be a war correspondent reporting from the front lines when I was growing up.
3)I am extremely patriotic, and my family lines can be traced back in America to before the Revolutionary War.
4) I have a tattoo that I have regretted since about four minutes after the ink dried.
5)I met my husband while we were both working at Walt Disney World. We are about the least "Disney" people you will ever meet, which makes the irony of this even stronger.
6)I can move my toes independently, like wave at you with each of them. I think its a skill, Dru thinks its creepy.
7)I was hospitalized my first semester of College with a throat infection that required me to be transported by lifestar and to spend a few weeks in ICU. Silly as it sounds considering the tone of this blog, I had always thought that surviving that meant I was good to go, that I had had my run with shit luck and gotten it out of the way.
8)I have always dreamt of being a writer.
9)I am obsessive about keeping my kitchen counters cleaned and wiped down.
10) I snuck into a speech by former President George Bush my Freshmen year of college, and when the journalism students that had been handpicked to question him were asked to report to the mic, I moseyed on up to him like I belonged and asked away, engaging him in conversation. Everyone enjoyed my little interview, except I would imagine, the poor journalism shlub whose spot I had stolen.



Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Secret Garden Meeting August


If you created a bedroom for your baby tell us what it was like.
When we first bought our house (a few years before getting pregnant) there was a little room with a lot of sunlight that from the jump we referred to as "the baby's room." There was something really endearing about that room, it was covered in the most godawful floral wallpaper, but we loved its brightness and green rug and it seemed the perfect place (with a little paint of course) to set up for our child. We removed the wallpaper and painted the room a buttercup color, decorating it with a bumble bee theme. We had picked that theme because we decided not to know the sex of our baby (I was sure it was a boy) and thought it could go either way, adding some butterflies to the motif if it was a girl. The furniture we bought was a beautiful mahogany set and I loved those last weeks of pregnancy, sitting in there after carefully washing all of the baby's tiny clothes, and folding and hanging them in that little room.

Did you have it ready for them before they were born?
We put the finishing touches on Peyton's bumble bee room a few days before my due date. Actually, Dru put the finishing touches, I watched from the comfort of my rocking chair because it was end of August and I was huge! It was so sweet to see him hanging the shelves, and artwork, and unpacking all of the diapers and baby care items. Even without her home, that room started smelling like a little baby.

If so how did you cope coming home to it without your baby?
When Peyton was alive, we would run into and out of the nursery to get changes of clothes for her to bring back to the hospital. When she died, we closed the door, and with the exception of a few trips into there to cry, the door has remained closed. It was a perfect nursery. It signified the hope that we had, and the happy changes we anticipated. That little room breaks my heart.

Did you pack it all away?
Peyton's room has never been packed away. There are piles of wrapped presents addressed to her, still sitting unopened, that came after her birth, and bags of things from the hospital including her dirty clothes, that sit untouched. This has been a dilemma for me since day one. Peyton's clothes are essentially toxic because they have chemo on them, so they need to be washed, but doing so will wash away the last remaining minty sweet smell of my child, and I have never been able to bring myself to do it. The truth of the matter is that in the last year of going in circles on this issue, the smell has probably been lost. I hate myself for not having done something to preserve it, like put them in ziploc bags at the time.

What is your baby's room now?
A graveyard of memories and hopes that we had for our little girl. The whole house has a bit of this to be honest, the living room has the posters of photos of Peyton that we displayed at the church when she died, and the dining room still has the hundreds of condolensce cards and the funeral book from her service. Nothing feels right. Putting them away feels wrong. Keeping them out feels wrong. I hate that.

If you are trying to conceive again, or are pregnant again how do you feel about setting up another room before your baby is born?
If we get pregnant again I do not want to use that nursery as the baby's room. That is Peyton's room. I have thought about this alot, and think that I will not set anything up until the baby has been brought home healthy. Actually I will probably not set anything up until that baby has been home for a while. That little yellow bumble bee room is Peyton's room. That will always be her room. I think if we had another child I would put them into the office, and make the nursery my space to write, because I usually write about her and that is the room where I feel her presence the strongest. Seems silly, I know, to feel someone's presence in a room that they never came home to, but I just do.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Another manifestation of my grief ... AKA - How I have allowed my gardens to go to pot... AKA - Mel's 67th Show & Tell

Yesterday, as I pulled out of my driveway to go visit Peyton's grave, I noticed just how awful and overgrown I've allowed our front garden to get, having neglected it (among many other things) these past several months.



I guess I stopped caring about how things looked at about this time...



This summer has been very rainy and gray, allowing the weeds to sort of take over the entire area. I suppose, with all that has been going on, I just sort of hadn't noticed.

A little bunny came over to check out the garden

and upon seeing its condition, stopped,

turned up its nose at me disapprovingly,

and then hopped away.
I can't say that I blame him. Seeing what our gardens had become made me want to turn and walk away too. I took this as a sign that something needed to be done...


It's not much...



but an improvement nonetheless...




To see what the others are sharing for show and tell, visit here.

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