It's the middle of the night and I cant sleep.
LuLu is in
Neverland, hopefully dreaming of
fairies and puppies and horses...good things that would make a baby girls
subconscious happy.
I just feel bothered, unsettled. It could be many different things, because at every given moment my (our) life feels upside down and inside out. Torn in different directions- I'm either missing Jonah on weekdays or missing Lu Kate on weekends and at all times missing my husband. I do see him most days but it's
relatively brief. I don't get to fall asleep with him or be kissed by him in the morning before he leaves me for work and I miss that a lot. Our poor dogs are a bit neglected but at least they've got eachother and free reign over the whole house.
What IS presently bothering me is that no matter how you cut it, we are
waiting for a baby to die. I'm not wishing for it, I'm not wanting it, but it will happen. For months our plan had always been to have a live donor I didn't really have to think much about this. It also made me glad that we may be able to free up 1 more liver for someone waiting for it that couldn't have a live donor.
I know logically that people die, children die, babies die. Their dying is out of my control. And I am beyond grateful that we have the knowledge, medicine and incredible doctors to create such miracles out of death. When I am having to
explain our situation to a kind curious nurse, or neighbor, or friend my throat
starts to close and I struggle for air. I get this burning, tightening sensation in my throat and I cant get words out, tears start to stain my face. And I have to stop talking about it. I am thinking of my girlfriends who've lost babys and it's hard to think of benefiting from a loss like theirs.
I am grieving for that family, whomever they might be,
where ever they are. I wonder if their child is chronically ill or if the death will be something sudden and they will still make that difficult decision to give life despite their own loss. I will greive for
them while Lu is in surgery, receiving the gift they gave. I will grieve her whole life for the babys life that was lost, all the while having gratitude that London was made whole.
I will be sick for that mom that wants to die, because her baby is no longer in her arms. I would want to die too. And that is why I feel heartbroken tonight and every night as I lay thinking about this wonderful yet horrible process of organ donation.
Now I am very tired and ready to fall asleep, I hope.