tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post8966824531872465393..comments2024-02-24T09:40:19.257+00:00Comments on Finding My New Normal: FlashbacksMy New Normalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03482513767849843084noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-27318477308150715582011-02-04T19:33:54.842+00:002011-02-04T19:33:54.842+00:00Absolutely not the only one. And oh my goodness, ...Absolutely not the only one. And oh my goodness, but I'm so sorry about all you had to go through to get a death certificate! It sounds awful! No wonder you had such a flashback.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614232173945249682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-45107176648228122292011-02-03T08:23:05.481+00:002011-02-03T08:23:05.481+00:00Oh, you're not the only one. I have flashback...Oh, you're not the only one. I have flashbacks too. And I can't stand being surrounded by babies. We get of a bus if there's a newborn on board. How incredibly brave you were to keep going to your lunch appointment. I would have run straight home. And as for keeping the appointment to register the birth/death of your child by yourself, WOW. I definitely wouldn't have been able to do that.<br />**hugs** to you for being able to stick it out.Mirnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13012378787039340510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-77212118472738377552011-02-02T18:47:34.887+00:002011-02-02T18:47:34.887+00:00I don't have children of my own but I'm su...I don't have children of my own but I'm sure its hard at times. Your child is with Jesus now and though it may be hard to believe, your little precious one is waiting for you and knows who you are! Keep your head high, your strong and can get through this!Glamm Girrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06263742550665081545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-31292920131140975042011-02-02T17:40:28.474+00:002011-02-02T17:40:28.474+00:00You've taken the wind out of my sails!! I'...You've taken the wind out of my sails!! I'm so sorry you've been going through so much. I can't imagine what you've been through. I'll be following your blog. Stay strong!Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14665375709991970613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-56968827182331833662011-02-02T13:40:17.596+00:002011-02-02T13:40:17.596+00:00I'm so sorry. I'm sitting here in tears af...I'm so sorry. I'm sitting here in tears after reading your post and I can't begin to fathom the pain you must go through. I think the very threat of tears in public makes me cry harder. <br /><br />Best to you. Hugs.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-9147310260527883302011-02-02T06:23:34.870+00:002011-02-02T06:23:34.870+00:00You are not alone. Flashbacks suck. Hugs to you....You are not alone. Flashbacks suck. Hugs to you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-87922392052727296212011-02-02T06:13:05.369+00:002011-02-02T06:13:05.369+00:00I still have them at random and actually will be w...I still have them at random and actually will be writing about my own today. It sucks and it shouldn't have to be that way. Glad you were able to make the date with your friends and hope you had a good time. Much love~Missyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17215595176820577303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-68110503447679819762011-02-02T03:18:02.276+00:002011-02-02T03:18:02.276+00:00Ahh the triggers. It is so hard because sometimes ...Ahh the triggers. It is so hard because sometimes they come from the most unexpected places. <br />I am sorry the memory was so hard for you.. sending you light...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-69206301342401800092011-02-01T19:09:57.313+00:002011-02-01T19:09:57.313+00:00When I was finally ready to start meeting friends ...When I was finally ready to start meeting friends one-on-one out in public for coffee/lunch, etc. after Acacia died, I got really good at crying in restuarants (but I was not meeting friends with babies out in public, like you just did). I would tell my friends I've gotten good at crying in restuarants to help put them at ease too (not sure it helped?). But I wanted them to know I knew I was tearing up and crying, and it was OK. I could care less what the server thought. And I always cancelled meeting a friend when I wasn't up for it - that happened too.<br /><br />What a rough, tender day for you. Your flashback makes so much sense, and it is so entirely normal. I have them too.<br /><br />Much love and gentleness to you.Big Love, Big Acceptance - or so I sayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647121831668711451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6831856940051820911.post-45688284073821210512011-02-01T18:01:52.704+00:002011-02-01T18:01:52.704+00:00Oh, mercy. I am crying for you as I read this and...Oh, mercy. I am crying for you as I read this and it sounds like such a terribly difficult thing that you did all by yourself and I am so glad that you will never have to do that again. It's amazing, isn't it, how people will share their stories of loss with you after they learn your story? And it's weird how instead of making me feel like a receptacle for bad tidings, I feel like someone who can be trusted with secrets. I'm so very sorry you had such a difficult day.Brookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05946311309467296976noreply@blogger.com