I'm going through the unanswerable "WHY" questions again. This is so pointless, because there is no anwers but, yet, I continue to ask.
Every week this month I've found out another person in my neighborhood who is due to have their baby between now and April--there's 3 now. Don't get me wrong--I'm happy they have made it this far and I hope their babies are born healthy and alive, I'm just so very jealous. Why couldn't I have carried Hope the full 9 months? Why is she not my almost 2 month old baby? Why did Janessa have to die at 9 months? I know these are the questions that can't be answered, but they hurt so very much. When Janessa died, 2 of my neighbors had healthy, alive babies 2 weeks later. I had to watch them every week at church growing up and see all that I was missing out on. Last year 2 more of my neighbors had babies around this time, so last year I again had to watch these babies grow up and again be reminded of everything I missed out on. I was so hoping that this year, my suppose to be "better" year that there wouldn't be any babies born around this time, so finding out that there are 3 babies due is about more than I can take. Why? Why, do I have to see this every year, especially now when I know that Hope should be here and I will have 2 hidden sorrows of watching these babies grow up every week?
I guess it is hard because I don't feel like my neighborhood is very friendly and accepting towards people whose babies die--there is only me and 1 other person that I know of. I guess they think if they never speak of it or ignore it that that will somehow make it all better and make it go away. Maybe it goes away for them, but, my pain is still here and still very real to me and I am left feeling like I am the neighborhood freak baby killing monster--even though I know I didn't do anything to harm my babies. But, I guess when I'm treated like this I start to believe some of it because there must be something wrong with me if people think it is so okay to treat me the way they did and to just pretend nothing happened. Some times I feel like I am such a weak and selfish and mean person because I can't stand to see my neighbors babies--it just hurts so much. I truly feel like Janessa and Hope's deaths have ripped away every part of my life, my identity, my self esteem, my self confidence, and even my faith.
WHY is my life such a mess? WHY can't I just trust God and accept His plan for my life and move forward? WHY can't I just forgive and stop choosing to be bitter instead of better? WHY are the broken pieces of my life so hard to put back together this time? WHY do I feel worse and more sad and depressed for Janessa's angel birthday this year than last year? WHY can't I be happy for Janessa and Hope that they are in Heaven together with God instead of just feeling so very lost without them here? WHY were my babies taken from me??????????????
Hugs,
:`( Shauna :`(
:)Janessa & Hope's Mommy:)