tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post6407821832651330557..comments2023-09-18T08:07:15.353-04:00Comments on Aidan, Baby of Mine: Pity partyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17587287197734518952noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-89335945449646493192011-04-11T13:34:04.935-04:002011-04-11T13:34:04.935-04:00Still praying for you and your precious little one...Still praying for you and your precious little one! Lots of love to you and your family....Betsy Laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13962231368373432455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-66653956245729832452011-04-11T11:39:12.202-04:002011-04-11T11:39:12.202-04:00I always said I hated feeling pitied. At the same ...I always said I hated feeling pitied. At the same time, I also hate it when people ignore the subject & try to pretend everything is hunky dory, when it's not. I think what I want is just a little acknowledgement & respect for the hard journey we've been on. Is that asking too much?loribethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09272814565916935113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-86262350068538045562011-04-11T06:28:03.984-04:002011-04-11T06:28:03.984-04:00I came across your blog only today. You express ve...I came across your blog only today. You express very well..the reason am saying this is because I & my H have been feeling this ever since our son died last November..but I haven't been able to express it. Thanks. For showing me some way. And sadly I have no words of comfort because me too pretty fucked up right now.little vitu's momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01278601777604552101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-77218651545021148112011-04-11T01:26:49.820-04:002011-04-11T01:26:49.820-04:00I hope you get to the place where no one even thin...I hope you get to the place where no one even thinks of offering you pity. Because our efforts have been mostly "secret", no one has known about my BFNs, miscarriages and failures. In some ways I was happy to be alone in my grief, but it is a lonely thing too. I'm sure you appreciate that people want to do something, but there is just nothing they can offer - and all you can do is lie there and contemplate. Hoping this all turns around for you very soon - take care.Musicmakermommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05037916811991595880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-38496308237932587362011-04-10T23:33:37.715-04:002011-04-10T23:33:37.715-04:00I know just what you mean. There's just nothi...I know just what you mean. There's just nothing anyone can say or do that's truly helpful. Both pity and indifference are hard to take. The only thing that would help is just not being here in the first place!Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12316978989809741699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-40762331505215149912011-04-10T00:37:56.055-04:002011-04-10T00:37:56.055-04:00Sorry.. had to create a second comment... blogger ...Sorry.. had to create a second comment... blogger thinks I type too much! <br /><br />I know the pity can seem overwhelming at times... and I am so sorry for that. Still, I hope you find a comfort in some of the words that come to you.. even if it is in the smallest form. I am thinking of you and acorn and continuing to send you strength and light.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-40821830528838401472011-04-10T00:36:48.926-04:002011-04-10T00:36:48.926-04:00I wish there were 'right' words out there ...I wish there were 'right' words out there that could help take away the pain, lift the spirits and instill a sense of peace. I have yet to identify them myself, so instead I try to find comfort in small quiet places and the kind words of those who have the best of intentions in supporting me. This life is nothing that any of us had planned.. looking back just two years ago I see a completely different woman in pictures showing smiling faces. I don't know her anymore, and I hate that the woman I see in myself now is so irrevocably altered by a pain that she never should have known.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-92021921765853770372011-04-09T21:29:36.990-04:002011-04-09T21:29:36.990-04:00It's hard, honey... It really, really is... I ...It's hard, honey... It really, really is... I know. And I wish I had words that said "it gets better" or "you get over it" or... But the truth is, in my experience, you dont. It's still there. Sending hugs and lots of love...Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17681333723382119281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-62680269040587968672011-04-09T21:14:44.539-04:002011-04-09T21:14:44.539-04:00Emily, I have been reading your blog for a few wee...Emily, I have been reading your blog for a few weeks now. I sent you an email and Im sorry if it came off as pity. As well as others, all I can do is offer you prayers and good thoughts! I hope you get the happiness you deserve!!Brielles MoMmAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04477083875038207471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-59737370970521853782011-04-09T18:55:01.799-04:002011-04-09T18:55:01.799-04:00It has changed, that's for sure. But early on ...It has changed, that's for sure. But early on (well for at least 12 or so months after we lost her) I couldn't stand the pity party. It was suffocating me, and the pity was coming from all angles. I mostly went to ground. Didn't go out much, didn't see many people, didn't answer the phone. I just surrounded myself with those who didn't make me feel like a giant freak. And now, at almost three years out, in some sick and twisted way, I miss the pity party. As suddenly it seems, no one really gives a crap anymore, and they think I'm strong and have moved on and that I'm happy now the rainbow has arrived. But I still miss her. I'm still so broken over what happened. And I think the only people who really understand that are the people here, in this sad little dead baby land.<br />So much of this post resonated with me and I feel for you so much that you find yourself in this shitty situation. Not at all what you'd planned or hoped for. It is too cruel for words.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-77658121104927881492011-04-09T16:06:50.361-04:002011-04-09T16:06:50.361-04:00Ugh, I hear you. I'm tired of being the broken...Ugh, I hear you. I'm tired of being the broken one. It's like I've always been that way and it's way past old.<br /><br />It's just plain weird sometimes when all you can get from people is all the pity and awws and the looks, the awkward silences and hands-offishness but this is just your life now. You just want to be a person again not the POOR BROKEN person.<br /><br />*e-hugs*Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13373156081536011519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176061010619490822.post-64228609930767800812011-04-09T15:04:55.495-04:002011-04-09T15:04:55.495-04:00I'm a "newbie" to your blog, but I&#...I'm a "newbie" to your blog, but I'm adding you to my regularly visited blogs. I wish I had grand advice that would make this all instantly better...but all I can do offer support and prayers.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18112581503624421924noreply@blogger.com