You learn all about the grieving process in nursing school. The way it's laid out in seven stages almost gives the illusion that it will be moderately predictable.
1. Shock and Denial- This phase I'm pretty sure I spent lying face down on the cold floor. At that time, it seemed the best way to break from reality.
2. Pain and Guilt- I never experienced a pain like this before. Nagging and sickening, feels like it's eating a hole through your soul. The constant wondering of what I could have done different or how I could have prevented these things...
3. Anger and Bargaining- This seemed to last the longest for me... a good 3 months. Turning my emotion to anger helped to fuel my energy... it helped me to get things done. However, I felt like I had become an ugly person.
4. Depression, reflection, lonliness- Losing the person you've chosen to spend your life with... at such an early age, I wonder if I'll feel the emptiness I do now forever. I think back now, and am grateful for how much he taught me and how he loved me in a way that only he could... how he made me feel.
5. 6. & 7. The Upward Turn, Reconstruction & Working Through, and Acceptance & Hope. I couldn't tell you anything about these phases. I haven't made it there yet.
You see, the tricky thing about this "grieving process." Listed in numerical order, it sounds as though it should be a uniform process. But you wake up on any given morning, and it's started from the beginning again. Square one. And what's more, they aren't in numerical order. You skip all over the stages like there is no order to it at all.
What God was thinking when he gave me Sydney... how He knew that I needed her...
I wouldn't be functional without her. Period. End of story.
My Sydney. My rescuing. In the form of a happy, independent, vivacious 9 month old sweet, beautiful baby girl.
I'm eternally grateful in the midst of the chaos.
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