This blog has been many things to me. It has been a shelter, catharsis, therapy, the pillow to cry into and the screen to rant at. I set out for it to be a tribute to Freddie and to grief, and I hoped that someone, somewhere might read it and feel they weren't alone. Yesterday I wrote for the first time in a long time, briefly about Freddie's due date and why that date will always be so special and poignant. Since then I have been pondering on what life has become, given I've not really talked about much; and what I have blogged about is obviously what I had set out to discuss. But there is so much more and perhaps it's ok to talk about my rainbow without it detracting from Freddie.
When I was pregnant with my rainbow baby Sadie, it was literally the last thing I wanted to discuss. It felt like a betrayal to Freddie and I felt a reluctance to mention it because acknowledging was to invite in real fear, and potential for further heart ache. A pregnancy after loss is unimaginably hard for a myriad of reasons. The first clearly being the psychological shit storm of how to bring a live baby home. The weight of responsibility to get it right this time, for yourself, for your partner, for your other children. The conflict of emotions when you want to love the new baby (and you do of course), but you fight against connecting in case you have to say goodbye. The guilt for wanting more, or for moving on in any way. The constant distrust of your own body. The shielding of questions from people, the reassurances from people, basically just dealing with people. Ideally, all you want to do is race through 9 months and be as mentally and physically intact as possible, without having to talk to anyone at all. Looking back on the pregnancy now, I have no clue how I managed it; though I know that having a good clinical psychologist helped. I have learned (sometimes at least) how to stay in the moment. I feel that is one of Freddie's greatest gifts to me. My mantra for last year was "all I am doing is living", and it is. Whatever we do, whatever we cope with, whatever sadness we carry, the time it takes to carry it is just living and breathing; and we do it without even thinking for so much of our life.
On 17th March 2016, Sadie Wren Elizabeth Bean entered the world, crying. That sound heralded breathing for us all too, we'd held our breath for so long. I had tied myself up in so many knots of responsibility, for Sam who was on the cusp of his GCSE's and who I'd convinced myself would be ruined if I let another baby die. For Tilda, who had been so brave after such huge loss and huge questions at the then tender age of four. Biggest of all was the responsibility I felt to Simon, who had been so reluctant to go through another pregnancy, who was so fearful of another health emergency, losing another child, financial woes. He had warned me that another pregnancy and baby could be the undoing of us. So when she arrived, we collectively exhaled and prepared to get to know this tiny little daughter and sister, weighing a confusingly small 5lbs 8oz. Sadie from the start has been a magical gift. She has taught us to carry on with lighter love in our hearts and has given me an exceptionally unique opportunity to parent once more. She has taught me a patience and calm which I didn't know I had - not because she has tested my patience in any way but because I appreciate every single bit of it. She currently wakes up at 5am every morning and whereas my older children would've been hushed to go back to sleep, I am (mostly) delighted to have the opportunity to go downstairs and play with her. Her presence does not make Freddie's absence any less painful but it does contain the loss like it has been put in plaster cast, still broken but gently protected from the elements. When Freddie died, I often felt like I should join him. I'm often overwhelmed by the feeling that he's alone, and it's excruciating. I remember saying to Simon, on the first night I was moved from HDU onto the bereavement suite, that Sam would be old enough to cope, that Tils has such a strong bond with her Daddy and therefore would never be alone, but Freddie was without anyone and I felt I needed to remedy that. Sadie has quelled that storm, because she somehow binds us all together and sandwiches Freddie right into where he should or could be. The journey after loss is never over. I hoped in the early days when I hurt too much and understood too little that it would be. I imagined in some way that I would look back and think "bloody hell that was a horrid time, thank god it's over and I moved on", much as I do when looking back on my first, and very abusive, marriage. Now I understand better I can see that as awful as it is to live with, it is equally wonderful to think of your child(ren) with pride. How on earth could I forget or regret such a beautiful little boy? And the fact that all my children look so alike means that Freddie is never truly gone. Sadie has such a sparkle about her and a lust for life that sometimes, just sometimes, you could almost imagine Freddie sent her with a message to live every moment as well as you can .
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