tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post8589937053131392130..comments2024-02-11T03:39:05.836-05:00Comments on still life with circles: Guest Post: Right Where I Am - 4 months, 2 weeksstill life angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-86793055111724992292012-06-27T21:57:14.705-04:002012-06-27T21:57:14.705-04:00Sending lots of love. Ayla is such a beautiful nam...Sending lots of love. Ayla is such a beautiful name. I wish she was in your arms, too. xoMary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-83900777057616708142012-06-26T00:58:39.645-04:002012-06-26T00:58:39.645-04:00Fliss, I'm so sorry your precious Ayla is not ...Fliss, I'm so sorry your precious Ayla is not in your arms. 4 months and 2 weeks seem like an eternity when you're missing your baby, but at the same time it's just a millisecond on the path towards healing, or that's how I remember it anyway; the wound was still so fresh and raw that it would burst open and bleed without explanation all the time. Not As though an explanation should be required mind you, other than that one has been forced to bury a piece of one's heart, but when it rips open now, there's usually a trigger which can be easily identified. "time heals all wounds." is such a cliche and, I don't know that it does, but it helps to ease the pain. Sending you strength and light in this very difficult time.RbMommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01514356970166407419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-598589273422216242012-06-21T15:41:56.057-04:002012-06-21T15:41:56.057-04:00Fliss, I'm so sorry your Ayla isn't with y...Fliss, I'm so sorry your Ayla isn't with you. Your metaphor of the kite is so powerful and apt. I love the idea of love moving back and forth between us and our babies.<br /><br />So much love to you.ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06347057746449071812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-61879370338859390152012-06-20T18:03:47.396-04:002012-06-20T18:03:47.396-04:00I'm so deeply sorry for the loss of your daugh...I'm so deeply sorry for the loss of your daughter, Ayla Hope.<br /><br />I lost one of twins from my first pregnancy and I raised my daughter, mourning her sister. But I think that grief is more compatible with a newborn than a toddler? So much that I feel a little sheepish comparing the experiences. But so much of what you have written about sounds familiar. The strange feeling of bursting with love and screaming in agony, both at once. That wedge of unhappiness pushing its way in.<br /><br />I know that sometimes I have less patience, less energy. But, I hope, I have more love. And I hope that is what my living children will remember. The love.<br /><br />I think that tangling of the kite strings is an immensely powerful thing. Whenever there are 'gatherings' of the baby lost, I feel that love. It is palpable, I feel it here. In your writing. I wish that Ayla were here with you xCatherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-91570807127594965412012-06-20T17:01:55.029-04:002012-06-20T17:01:55.029-04:00Fliss - I am so sorry that Ayla died (her name is ...Fliss - I am so sorry that Ayla died (her name is gorgeous) and your kite metaphor is spot on. You write beautifully.<br /><br />I found the time frame you are in now so hard and yes, I wanted so badly to be a better parent to my two living children but, in reality, I was exhausted and cranky and grieving. That bit does get easier - gradually.Fireflyforeverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15290560217994184778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-30701591804508520132012-06-20T12:52:05.460-04:002012-06-20T12:52:05.460-04:00Fliss, I'm so sorry for the loss of your preci...Fliss, I'm so sorry for the loss of your precious girl. I, too, love the kite metaphor...so fitting.<br /><br />Hugs to you, from one kite to another...Amy L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17013013895577702357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-45126921442643430522012-06-20T10:51:47.924-04:002012-06-20T10:51:47.924-04:00Your kite metaphor is perfect. My second daughter ...Your kite metaphor is perfect. My second daughter was stillborn in January and I was most certainly a worse mother after her death. I was, sometimes, a terrible mother, I think. But things are a little better now and some of the pressure has lifted. The agony is more of a moan and whimper than a scream, and I am becoming a better mother again - and, perhaps, a better mother than I was before. There is so much love, just as you say. For Ayla, for you, for all the babies. Thank you for sharing.March is for daffodilshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11287273786322029725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-9490160357822098782012-06-20T07:51:56.755-04:002012-06-20T07:51:56.755-04:00Your loss is so new and the feelings must be raw a...Your loss is so new and the feelings must be raw and overwhelming. I'm so sorry she is not here with you.McKennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09299201553545817162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-33601394063708193792012-06-20T07:08:46.768-04:002012-06-20T07:08:46.768-04:00I wish she was here with you, too.
Sending much lo...I wish she was here with you, too.<br />Sending much love.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.com