I feel like I cant use that term. I felt I wasn't worthy of it. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I just googled it. It has 10 signs. They are as follows.
1. Physical Chronic Pain - I suddenly realize why my back is so incredibly painful. Knots that a professional massage therapist cannot even alleviate at all. The headaches, but those are probably from not eating, constantly crying, and not sleeping enough or too much, depending on the day. The immense heaviness that is physically in my chest. Heartache that is manifesting itself all over my body. Pain, check.
2. Flashbacks - It hits you so suddenly, turning over to lay flat on my back, on a hard surface of the massage table, I should have seen it coming. But suddenly I was back, laying and dying on that table in the ER. The first time I drove the car, I took it on the freeway, and had to pull over because I realized the last time I drove the car, it was this same road, and I was driving to the hospital. I almost died that day, she did. This is the road I will have to drive every single day now, with that reminder. Flashbacks, check.
3. Depression & anxiety - I think since I've been fairly open about being on anti depressants, and xanax, this covers that. But if losing a child did anything to my brain the most, its that I am aware of children dying. And how I have two living children, who can die too now. I had a crazy panic attack while Brandon was coughing in his sleep one of the first nights after Anna's death. I was sure it meant he had some hidden cancer, and I would lose him next. I am aware that this could still be, not the hardest thing I deal with, and its definitely the hardest thing I can deal with. Depression, anxiety, check & check.
4. Withdrawal from society - Some days I can't leave my bed, much less the house. On days I do, it often leads to intense emotional ramifications. So I retreat back to the only place nothing else can hurt me. Under the covers, with drugs letting my brain turn off again. Because it's all too much. Withdrawal, check.
5. Avoidance - After being in a car crash, you would avoid driving. This is much trickier. I have learned that facebook has a snooze button, and instagram has a mute button. Every one I know that has babies or is pregnant this year has fallen to those. I wont go to Target anymore because the baby section of the store haunts me. I can't chance running into another mom there carrying an infant daughter, wearing the exact outfit I had just bought. I know I can't chance it again, because the ONE time I set foot in target to buy a black dress for my daughters memorial, it happened. Avoidance, check.
6. Repression - Some of the memories from May 20 are so vividly burned into my mind, I didn't think there was possibly things I was repressing. But talking to other people about their experiences from that day makes me realize there is more that I don't remember. I don't remember talking to people on that day. I don't remember conversations that I wrote and can reread. They are not me. A nurse contacted me after the fact and I didn't know who she was. She was the nurse who handed Anna to me. She is one of the only people who met my daughter, and I don't remember. Repression, check.
7. Emotional Numbing - On any given day you might be surprised how not emotional I am. I bounce between numb and sobbing so much, that sometimes I can be laughing and crying at the same time. Or the complete opposite, no emotion AT ALL. I have watched at least 85% of netflix, because my brain does better when I can concentrate on anything that has nothing to do with this. The tv is on all day and night, the more complex the show is, the better. Not thinking is the only way to not think about Anna every second of the day. Emotional Numbing, check.
8. Hyper Arousal - This is classified as jitters, on edge, unable to concentrate or relax. 5 weeks after, I made dinner for the first time. Something I used to do daily. I made a meal I was used to making at least once a week. I could not remember where the pot was in the kitchen, in the house we have lived in for 4 years. I forgot to put the noodles in the pot of boiling water for a solid 10 min while I made the meat sauce. Brandon found me crying in the kitchen, he thought it was because a sad song was on. But it was because I can't make spaghetti on my own anymore. Check.
9. Irritability - constant stress can cause indecisiveness and anger. The unfairness of stillbirth creates such intense feelings. I cannot make a simple decision to save my life. I am sensitive to everything. I turned the tv brightness down and it still feels glaring. Sounds seem like screams. The idea of being in public makes my skin crawl. Words that used to be words are now neon signs. Someone told me something was a "labor of love," and what used to be a term to describe something, is now just a reminder of birth. And the lack of life because of my birth. Everything, every little thing, hurts. Check.
10. Guilt & Shame - what a way to end the list. I wrote this post while reading the symptoms and writing about them. One at a time. Why didn't I see this one on the list coming. Guilt is always the biggest symptom. It's all of the previous symptoms wrapped up in one. I have guilt for so many things. But to put it most boldly, I will feel guilt for the rest of my life, that I myself, my body, is the reason my daughter is dead. Don't try to tell me anything different. Thats the only fact I do have. It was my body, and it caused her death. Check. And then shame. This, this is why stillbirth isn't a more talked about topic. Its 1 in 68 births. It's staggeringly common. And yet, I feel shame in talking about it daily. Even though it's all I want to talk about, its all I CAN talk about. But I feel shame about it because who else would possibly want to discuss such a horrific thing? Empathize and go to those deep dark places of life with me. Who would willingly do that? And yet I continue, and I do it with shame most days. But I can't stop it either, so full circle, guilt again. Check, check, check.
I don't know why I thought I wouldn't see those signs in myself. Why I thought that my situation didn't qualify for PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
How did I think
losing my baby,
holding a still,
not breathing,
cold child,
in my arms,
while coming as close to death as possible myself,
wouldn't fall into this category.
Why do I think that I should be doing any better than this level of living. It is barely living. It is living past a trauma. It is PTSD and I didn't realize it. I wasn't allowing myself to see it unfold around me. It has been 5 and a half weeks. And I have only just begun to realize the magnitude of what is happening to me.
