There’s No Getting Over It

There’s No Getting Over It

by Heather Kimble

a73f7-watermarkdscf4067“Move forward”
“Get over it”
“Move on”
and the list goes on…

I couldn’t get pregnant for over three years. I got pregnant only to be told she’s “not the best baby” and to terminate, because she will die anyway. I carried Hannah for six months. I was sick all six months and was on medication to control it. I risked my life to carry hers. She died and was delivered two days before Christmas. I had to bury her… I had to bury my first and only child. Do you know what it’s like to be told your baby is “not the best baby?” What it’s like to be told to kill your baby? What it’s like to have your baby die? What it’s like to deliver a baby only to hear the painful sound of nothing? What it’s like to plan your baby’s funeral? To decide on the plot your baby will be buried in? Most people will never understand what it’s like to walk in my shoes and I pray they never will.

Yet people still think they have a right to make those statements. It doesn’t matter if they are said with good intentions or not. If they are said by friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, or strangers. How can anyone make those statements after everything I’ve gone through. I’m still so fresh in my grief. I’m still adjusting to my “new normal.” This can never be fixed. Hannah died and that can never ever be changed. Time won’t change that. The only thing time will change is my ability to adjust to the emptiness and sadness that I will always carry with me, my “new normal.” There is no “getting over it.”

I will not rush my grief for anyone. I will mourn and grieve in the ways that help me adjust and bring some healing. It hasn’t even been two months since we buried Hannah. If you don’t like it or disagree etc. just keep it to yourself. I don’t expect people to understand, but I do expect people to be sensitive.

For those mommies and daddies who have walked a similar path as me, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the loss of your sweet baby(s). I’m sorry that people make those statements to you. I’m sorry you are left to figure out how to adjust to this “new normal.”

 “My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word” Psalm 119:28 NIV

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