Tuesday, July 7, 2009

My Labor

If you are familiar with my story you may be wondering, "What does she know of labor?"

I missed that.
I wanted that.
But it was taken from me.

Once it was confirmed that Andrew was gone, they needed to get my babies out.
See what was happening.
What went wrong.

There was no labor.

There were doctors.
There were shots.
There was a blur.

There was no labor.

And because of it there was no labor for my daughter, no labor for my son, there will be no labor for me come October.

But I did labor.
My labor was a labor that perhaps was much more painful than that of delivering a baby.

My heart labored when he took that piece of it with him.
My body labored healing from the pains of a c-section that happened so very fast.
My mind labored for years wondering why? why? why?

I had a physical ache. A physical pain. A physical labor on this journey of love.
My labor continues. It ebbs and flows. Perhaps like contractions, though again I have no knowledge of what that feels like.
Another experience
Taken from me.

To remember him.
To love him.
To share him.
My labor.
My labor of love.

8 comments:

  1. You are so talented with words.

    I have been off work since the loss, and I try to do work everyday to honor Ella- knitting preemie hats and blankets, working on her scrapbook, making butterflies for my website...

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  2. Love you!
    I share your labor of love!

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  3. It certainly has been a labor of love...a forever labor of love!

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  4. It certainly has been a labor of love...a forever labor of love!

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