Been Sitting Much Too Long

Stand. You’ve been sitting much too long. -Sly and the Family Stone

For Evelyn.

On a national stage, it was said last night: “I have met with women who have, toward the end of their pregnancy, got the worst news one can get. That their health is in jeopardy if they continue to carry to term. Or that something terrible has happened or just been discovered about the pregnancy. I do not think the United States government should be stepping in and making those most personal of decisions. Continue reading

Brings Me To Tears

“There is sacredness in tears.  They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.  They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.  They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”  -Washington Irving

Inevitably, I re-read my own writing.  Social media provides me with “On This Day” a year ago recap of my posts. I was fourteen weeks pregnant, out of the first trimester, complaining in my own writing about still being nauseous and having dizzy spells.  A few days ago, I was reading about how we were at a baseball game and mulling over the fact that the following year (this year) we would have a baby.

I hate reading the blasé statements I made, almost as much as I hate reading what pregnant people write now. How little I knew.  Often, how little they know.  What seems like such a natural state is instead fraught with struggle.

I fight tears as I talk to people about how many children I have.  How many living, or how many total?

I fight tears as I think about whatever will happen next.  As friends circle around me to remind me of their support, they let me know that they want only the moon and the stars for me after what I’ve experienced.  I don’t even know what a positive outcome would be at this point.  No pregnancy?  Pregnancy but a very early loss?  A baby?  Any of those seems preferable to being dragged along for months only to experience a tragic loss like before.  It weighs heavily.

Couple all of the personal emotions with the near-constant horrific events in the world.  Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, the Dallas Police Shootings, and now the Nice, France attack.  So much hate that it is hard to see love.  The world cries, is afraid, and encircles, but it feels like little changes.

Why does nobody care?
There is blood in the air!
We have voices and souls!
What is wrong with this country?
She was somebody’s child!
There are people out there!

A day of peace, A day of pride.
A day of justice we have been denied.
Let the new day dawn,
Oh, Lord, I pray…
We’ll never get to heaven
Till we reach that day.