Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I miss you.. Until we meet again.

Thursday, May 19, 2011


Incapable of feeling emotion.

I thought that I had experienced numbness the morning that Bella passed away. I cried when her heart stopped beating; I knew she was gone. I knew that was it, I'd never again be able to put my hands on her little chest and feel that beautiful pitter patter of her heartbeat. I held her for a few hours and when the nurses had offered to give her a bath I had refused. I had wanted to do it myself. I walked her down to the morgue, and when I handed her over to be taken in, I kissed her forehead and told her I loved her. I had carried her in a blanket, and anyone walking by us would've thought I was carrying a sleeping child. No one knew that in my arms I carried my daughter that no longer had a beating heart. My daughter that I had failed to protect. My daughter that I hadn't been able to bring safely into this world. My daughter who I had fallen so deeply in love with that it hurt.
 I remember that I went back up to the room, collected all of our things, and left. My brother was waiting for me, he expected me to be a mess, but I wasn't. I wasn't crying anymore. When I arrived at home, my family was a mess, and I remember that I tried to console them by telling them how peaceful Bella had looked when she passed. I honestly believed that I was feeling numbness at the time, that I was incapable of feeling emotion. I was wrong.

It's been 5 months and 12 days since Bella passed away, and numbness has become all too familiar for me. Its a horrible thing, not feeling anything, or not knowing how you feel. Numbness is usually followed by it's lovely little sidekick named guilt. Those two seem to be following me around lately, completely wearing me out. I'm exhausted all the time. It's incredible how missing someone can take so much energy, but it's not surprising. My mind is constantly racing with all the what if's and then the what will never be's. Life hasn't been about the things that could be in the future, more like what happened to bring me to where I am today. All day, my mind just works and works, trying to find an explanation, trying to find a reason behind this. I know there aren't any answers, but my heart doesn't.

Mother's Day came and went; I had dreaded it since the beginning of May. I wanted to just skip the entire month and pretend that it didn't hurt. I did however, take the time to remind my mother that she has always been a wonderful mother. That throughout my life, she has always been my best friend, and that she made a wonderful grandmother to my Bella. I kept a smile on my face, and I reassured her that it was a good day. I hate for my family to see me sad. I think I miss having to be strong, the way I was for Bella. If I fall apart, I feel that they will too, and sometimes, I think it's what has kept me sane; taking care of them. It might also be what's tearing me to pieces. It might also be the reason that the numbness has settled in. I purposely didn't allow myself to feel anything on Mother's Day. I avoided any feeling because I knew I'd fall apart if I felt anything. I felt it was what I needed to do, but I'm positive it's taken its toll on me these past few days. I should've let myself feel the sadness, because it's slowly eating away at my insides.

I feel as though I'm losing control. I feel angry quite often. Little things bother me. I'm impatient with people. It's almost like a really, really bad case of PMS that just won't go away. I cry over everything.

I'm angry that I didn't take more pictures. I've seen them all, and they just aren't enough anymore. I watched her video's and I wonder why I didn't take more. I take her clothes out more often and smell them, only to realize that I'm having a harder time finding the ones that still smell like her. I can't remember how many teeth she had. I keep trying to count them in my mind and I can't remember. I thought of putting her clothes away, like away, in a box. But the thought of her clothes, or anything of hers, being stored has only led me into a fit of uncontrollable tears. It has led me to long, one way arguments with God. I've repeated to Him over and over again that he took the wrong baby. That I love my baby. That we were meant for each other. That I hate him for taking her. That I hate him for making me do this alone. That I hate him for thinking I'm strong enough to do this. And then I find myself thanking him for allowing me to be Bella's mother. For allowing me those 13 months. For giving Bella to the perfect group of people, who love her unconditionally. I must be going crazy. I really truly believe I am.

Ever since the very first time I laid eyes on you, I knew. Your were meant for me and I was meant for you. My love for you is unexplainable. Love is such a beautiful feeling. The pain I feel, I'd like to feel it forever, because it's a reminder of how much I love you. Of how much I'll always love you.


  1. Oh Aurora, my heart is breaking for you. I often wonder how you are. I don't know why she was taken from you. God must have wanted his angel back. I hope you begin to feel again, to feel good. Bella had the most wonderful mummy. You did not fail her. You filled her life with happiness and love.

  2. I'm so sorry sweet momma. Every time I read about you struggling it breaks my heart. I don't know what you're supposed to do. I don't have any miracle cures. But I'm praying for you. I thought of you just a few days ago in fact. My sweet friend, Priscilla, lost her baby girl before she even got a chance to meet her. One week away from her c-section. They went in Sunday for a heartbeat check. No heartbeat. They delivered her a few hours later by c-section and I watched - in the operating room - as they laid her daughter - born asleep - in my friends arms. She held her all day. All night. Then they took her away. It wasn't a complete surprise. Their sweet baby girl had been diagnosed with Triploidy - a fatal genetic disorder - so the future was grim. But even so - no one is prepared to lose their baby. Even when you know it's coming. It breaks your heart. I thought about giving her your email. I don't know if she'd reach out or not. It's still so new and painful. But would you be okay with that? It's something you could relate to more than anyone I know. Losing you daughter too soon. Let me know if you don't mind. Until then - praying for you.

  3. Aurora I'm still here, thinking of you as well. I like what you said, "You were meant for me and I was meant for you" You are so right. You and Bella were meant for each other. You will ALWAYS be Bella's mother.
    You can't believe this right now honey, but you will find a way to live your life even with all that has happened. Remember that you went through alot of trauma even before Bella passed away. You spent a long time caring for her and worrying about her and having long hospital stays...lots of holding your breath. You had all this on top of grief. I know you love her and took care of her out of love, but I know...that was a tremendous amount of stress. And then her father leaving. You have much to process for sure. Time won't make you forget, nor would you want to. But time will slowly give your mind and heart a chance to begin to heal. It seems like it never will but Aurora, you will find a place for all of this. Let Bella's love lead the way. Susan

  4. I still think of you and Bella often as well. You may not see it, but you show such strength in your writing. 5 months is a minute and a lifetime all at once. Huge hugs and lots of prayers for you still.