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385016_4737579919801_1728529784_nFor 11 years, I have been trying to find it in my heart to forgive the midwife and medical staff that were responsible for Ella’s birth injury causing her cerebral palsy and much heartache and pain. I have gone to therapy about it, silent mediation retreats, practiced many hours of yoga and repeated loving kindness mantras all in an attempt to forgive those responsible. Very often I feel as if I have been successful at forgiveness, however being pregnant and visiting the obstetrician has my resentment and fear raring it’s ugly head. It was just this past week that I realized that I was focusing my forgiveness on the wrong people. Yes, it sounds ideal to be able to forgive those responsible for Ella’s birth injury. To be able to think about her birth and not feel sad, scared, angry and helpless. However, it occurred to me that forgiving myself for having all of those unpleasant feelings is probably the likely first step to true forgiveness. I have been through a lot in the past 11 years since Ella’s birth. Unpleasant, yucky feelings are bound to surface when I reflect back on Ella’s tragic birth injury, the struggles in her life and her too soon death. Working on forgiving myself for having unpleasant feelings needs to come first. Sending myself loving kindness knowing that what I am feeling is natural. I am not a horrible, grudge holding person. I am human with the huge task of moving forward after several  tragic events in my life.

For many years whenever friends announced they were pregnant I would feel jealous and envious for their wonderful news. I felt like a spoiled child who locked herself in her room crying at how unfair life is. How is it that people can have two, three or even four healthy children and I can’t even have one? This, of course, made me feel like a horrible person who could not be joyful for my friend’s good news. Always, however, when I met the new baby my heart would melt and I would fall in love with the new bundle and feel nothing but joy for my friends. This is ok, it’s ok to feel this way, I forgive myself. I know my dear friends understand my pain they hold nothing against me and now so do I. Acknowledging these unpleasant feelings and giving them a name seems to be my first step in letting them go. Or perhaps not, acknowledging the feelings, recognizing that they are there and not letting them take over my life may also be the answer. Whatever the the road to forgiveness may be, I will continue move forward. I will offer myself forgiveness, recognizing that suffering is all part of the human experience. How it effects me is my choice.

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1504541_10202816247229612_1982157284_nOver the past six weeks, I have been seeing a psychologist to help me work through some of the trauma of Ella’s birth injury, her death and the miscarriage in June. Going to the obstetrician for this pregnancy has caused me a lot of anxiety. The first few times that I went for a check up my blood pressure was very high. High blood pressure is very unusual for me and it occurred only when I went to the obstetrician. White coat syndrome, I suppose. So about six weeks ago I started seeing a psychologist who was recommended by a dear friend. In my sessions I have been doing Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing Therapy (EMDR) http://www.emdr.com/general-information/what-is-emdr.html. My understanding is that EMDR is very good and effective for specific incidents of trauma, like Ella’s birth, Ella’s death and my miscarriage. The therapy, apparently, is not as effective for folks who have had long periods of trauma like a very traumatic childhood. Regardless, it has really helped me get a handle on my anxiety. My last two obstetrician appointments have gone well and my blood pressure has been normal. I still have much more work to do. The thought of returning to the hospital where Ella was treated to deliver this baby causes me some seriously strong negative emotions. 5 months to work on that, one step at a time.

At my last appointment the therapist and I talked about handling the holidays. She shared with me that she lost her daughter 8 years ago to a rare heart condition. (crazy huh?) She asked if she could share with me what she does to honor her daughter at this time of the year. Of course I was happy to hear about her tradition and learn from someone who has been in my shoes. She said that throughout her life, her daughter amassed a beautiful collection of earrings. Each year, since her daughter’s death, my therapist puts up her daughter’s Christmas stocking and buys a beautiful pair of earrings to put in her stocking. Then, my therapist borrows the earrings. This beautiful story felt like a huge breath of fresh air to me. Whimsical and fun, just like celebrating with Ella. Just this week I was digging through a cedar closet in the basement where I keep our christmas decorations and Ella’s christmas stocking fell out. I think Ella likes the idea, too. She did have a beautiful collections of bracelets and nail polish.

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