Well...i don't know really how to start this, i have been trying to find time to myself for the last couple of days to empty my head of all thats in it, but i have a housefull of people and i'm not even sure its organised in my head yet anyway.
So, i'm just going with how it comes out..
We managed to go an see my brother on friday, but before we went we had to take my daughter for her first scan..my ex, myself, Catherine and her b/f and my youngest karen went along, all expectant and happy...
When we got into the room we all piled in and waited, but there was an problem, the baby wasnt as big as it should have been for 14 weeks and they think it must have died some weeks ago.
that was the most awful hour i have been party to for a long time..waiting in a room for a doctor to talk to us,listening to Catherine and Josh's grieving distressed crying, mick was upset, i was upset..for them, for karen who didnt really know what was happning yet, and for mick who didnt know whether he should comfort anyone but who was upset himself too, they had so been looking forward to this baby, Catherine had picked up so much from the down state she had been in..
so we had a very quiet journey home, when we got here, i felt bad all over again, coz i told Terry what had happened, (my boyfriend) and he automatically came to hug me, but i felt i didnt want him near me becoz who was i to need a hug...Cat and Josh were distraught, mick was upset and had no one to turn to here for his comfort..karen was venting her upset and confusion with stroppy behaviour..
I sometimes feel like i'm a sponge for everyone elses emotions..i want to soak them all up and take the hurt away and wash it clean...but then that means i hold my hurt in, and i felt like i just wanted to cry and cry and not stop.
It also brought back a lot of my feelings from when i was 16 and i had given birth to a baby i couldnt keep and was given up for adoption, i have spoken to Catherine last nite and she said she was thinking about how i must have felt at that time too, and although the situation is a bit different she doesnt know how i could have coped.
I coped at the time by looking in on my life for several months after that day and not taking part in it myself, as if i was above myself watching things happen as if not to me.
I'm so glad they feel they can talk about it tho and not bottle it all up, as Catherine has done for so long.
I get the impression also from a couple of people that we have told like it doesnt matter, shes only 16 and she was only 14 weeks pregnant, so she should be fine about it..and that is SOOO not the case at all.
SOO, after we delt with that i had to quickly switch off and check with mick that he was still ok to take me to see my brother, and check with Cat if she minded if i still went, then i had about an hour to pack up some lunch,and get going..
It was a gorgeous day too, we had a pretty silent journey down to wood green..then we parked up and found the tube,...now i have never before in all the times i have been going downj to london to see my sister negotiated the tube on my own before, either she or my brother have been with me or met me and i get palpatations at the thought of doing it although its been something i have been determined to achieve for a long time...BUT mick had no idea where we had to get to, on what train or anything, so when we got into the station i went straight to the map, found the stops we needed where we needed to change, no hassle no stress, we got on the trains, and to white chapel tube in 20 mins, easy as pie..
then we got into the hospital which is opposite the tube, met my brothers girlfriend at the lift and went up to see him..we had been picturing all kinds of horrors, but he looked lots better than that, his arm wound was still open and bandaged as they wanted to make sure no infection was in there before they closed it up..which they did on friday night...he was very sleepy tho and bruised, but still had his sense of humour,and still thinking like himself, racking his brain to try and remember what happened, where he'd been etc. The doctors and nurses are all so pleased with his progress, and he went from critical to being on a normal ward in a matter of days.
He will still have a bit of time in there to be right as rain, but is doing really well..
we were there for about an hour and a half and had to leave as we only had 2 hour parking on the car..
then i managed to get us from the hospital back to the car on the tube, again stress free, no hassle, straight from A to B..although once we'd seen fred we could have taken a train to timbuctoo and taken a week to get back and we wouldnt have cared,lol
So, a happier journey home, but i felt so exhausted, i slept a lot of the way..
and was very tired by the time we got back at about 9.30..
the weekend was spent with me being kinda aloof if i dont have a hug i cant cry right?
becoz if i had started i wouldnt stop..i sometimes feel as tho we are part of some cruel experiment and we are supposed to go thorough all these things to see how we deal with them, we have been through more situations than some people ever see in a lifetime..and i just want it to stop. Everything gets thrown at us all the time and just when you think you can be happy about something for a while it gets messed up and ripped away from us again!!
And here i'll stop for now, my brain is mush again!!