this may be my last post for a while until things get better. i thought it would be good to write something though, before i take a break.
my hubby and i got some sad news the week before thanksgiving. we had found out in october that we were expecting a baby. after the initial shock, i was absolutely thrilled and so happy. i just couldn’t contain myself. when i went to my first dr.’s appointment, we discovered i was already 8 weeks. sadly, it looks as though the baby never made it past then and a couple weeks ago i knew something was bad and insisted on going in to see someone. i would have been 3 months along last wednesday.
i’ve spent a good chunk of time crying, rotating through the same set of emotions. anger, jealousy, hopelessness, guilt and grief. i don’t think, i have ever felt so sad. it’s an understatement to say that i’ve been beating myself up over this and that i’m having a difficult time getting through it. hubby was worried that i was going to let myself waste away from the grief. i stopped eating, stopped sleeping, and my body was aching from all the crying. emotionally, i am doing better now – but i’m still depressed about the whole thing. i have wanted a baby for some time, and this was more than just ‘adding to the family’ for me.
lately, it’s been more important than ever the want for feeling a connection. most of my life, i’ve suppressed any issues i’ve had with being adopted. i’ve just chalked it up to the fact that i can’t do anything about it, that i’m always going to feel this emptiness inside. this past year though i find that seeing news, reading stories, hearing of adoption experiences or families being reunited… it’s been having a profound effect on me. the ache i’m feeling has been becoming more than i can bear. having a baby was going to be first and maybe only real connection to fill that void, but that hope has really been dashed for now.
families that adopt are amazing. i wholeheartedly agree that you don’t have to be blood related to feel like a real family. there is something to be said though, about being biologically related to someone. it’s an indescribable thing that i know many people feel who are adopted or become part of mixed families. this especially became apparent to me at my first doctor’s appointment when the nurse asked me for my family medical history. even that simple information i don’t know. it’s all a mystery to me, as is most of myself pre-adoption.
the one thing that has really brought my hopes up is a recent article on newsweek about two chinese girls, both named meredith, adopted by two different families, who have been reunited. the article is beautiful. the girls are as well. just from reading it, you get a sense of the intense connection these two girls have. it’s a void that no one but each other would have the capability to fill. when i was reading it, i was thinking… that’s what i’m missing. this amazing thing these two girls share, i hope to someday feel a fraction of that. it gives me a little hope to see the merediths and the pure joy they’ve found with each other.
anyway – as i mentioned above, this is probably going to be my last post for a while. i’m not sure how long i will be gone, but i need to take a small break to get myself together, re-evaluate things and get over the grief. i’ll be back eventually.






























