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Thursday, December 24, 2009
Holiday Wishes & Snow Angels
Monday, November 23, 2009
Grateful... Just Plain Grateful...
Friday, November 20, 2009
One step at a time...
And as I go about my day, there is not one moment that she is not on my mind..
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Memorial, Lanterns and Mischief
But the reality of it is there are a lot more select “us" out there than one might think. Those "us" are bereaved parents... And the event was the Remembering Our Children event...
Organized by Canuck Place volunteers, the event consisted of a brief, joyful yet intense memorial service followed by a lantern-lit walk at Canuck Place. And here is how it played for me that night...
I showed up to the memorial service by myself.... my support friend not being able to join me after all that evening because life was simply taking over that day… (no criticism here, I understand how life goes, believe me!).
Fortunately, I thought, I had lined up another support friend. And there was still a chance that Ella's dad might show up; as he said he would come...
Well, as luck would have it, my second support friend was late and Ella's dad did not show up.... And because I sat in the 2nd row, toward the corner of the room - in front of the musicians - I could not easily be reached by my friend who showed up late... Silly, I know. And I won't make that mistake again...
So, as it happened, my friend Linda, chaplain at BCCH and my family for this special event sat in the back - and though I looked for her, I just could not see her... I was actually looking back right over her head, not realizing she was there... It was kind of funny actually, in retrospect, as I must have turned around 50 times, out of fear, desperation and reflex - all thrown into one....
Why fear and desperation? Because I was alone... Well, not really... but yeah, so I thought... in the moment…
While I was surrounded by fellow angel parents and their families, most of whom I know from the Canuck Place bereavement group, I was the only one unaccompanied… (remember I thought Linda was a no show)... And while a few of those parents and I spoke, exchanged stories, even laughed and one offered for me to sit with her and her husband before the ceremony started, I stayed where I was with an empty seat next to me, praying that Linda would show up...
But back to the fear and desperation...
It began a few minutes before the actual service started… Those who know me know how much music is an intrinsic part of my life… And it became clear that I was going to lose it as two guitarists started playing and singing a Beatles song …
But I tried my best not to lose it…
By the time the service started, tears were rolling off my cheeks like a cascade…
And as Eric, chaplain of Canuck Place, spoke I was already a complete mush…
I don’t know if it hit me so hard because Ella’s passing is still very raw… Or because I was by myself… Or because it was an opportunity to take in the enormity of it all… something I did not really do at Ella’s funeral because I was in “I must keep it together” mode that day…
All I know is that the service, as beautiful as it was and as serene as it was meant to be, hit me real hard… It must have done something similar to a few moms around me as we glanced at each others’ in understanding with tearful eyes...
There are 3 moments in the service that stand in my mind…
The first? A poem that Eric read, which upon hearing it, sent me even further into a spin… It’s called “We remember you” and though Eric adapted it to speak of many children whose families were present; it spoke to me and me alone at that moment as it had when it was read at Ella’s funeral on April 4, 2009 by, if I recall correctly, her Godfather Will…
The second is how a member of each family was offered the opportunity to light a candle during the ceremony and place it into a sandbox (which for me was the perfect metaphor – playful and exactly as children’s memories and souls should be) and we then mentioned their name out to the group… I got through it and that very candle is on my mantle now, surrounded by pictures of Ella’s and moulds of her little hands and feet…
The third came at the very end when Kathryn, a clinical counsellor, invited everyone to shine to the sky a little gadget that beans a ray of light as the group sang “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”… And right there, I lost it again…
You see, Ella fell asleep every night at BCCH on that very music… And as if that was not enough, that same melody is that of a song I sang to her from the day I knew I was pregnant “Ah-vous-dirais-je Maman”, to soother her - and me… To the very day she died… Every single day… And even now…
By the time we’d sang the song and the service ended, I was physically and emotionally drained, having cried all the tears in my body…
And that’s when Ella first interfered!
Linda, my friend and my family was “revealed” to me… She gave me a huge hug and all the fears and despair were lifted… But that was only the beginning…
Linda and I now headed, as did all the families, back to Canuck Place. It had rained all day. The ground was wet, it was a dark night and the air was crisp… But that did not matter, as Canuck Place was festive…
Not festive as in decked out for Christmas… But festive in a very solemn, yet very bright and beautiful way… Oh, and the rained had stopped!
There seemed to be 100s of lanterns on the garden grounds…. I actually don’t know how many there were and did not dare to ask as the answer would have daunting – each lantern representing the soul of a child taken too soon to become an angel…
The staff of Canuck Place welcomed us, offered us some hot cider (a cheerful treat on such a cool Fall evening) and then sent us to walk around the gardens to find the lantern which belonged to our child…
As Linda and I started exploring, looking at every single lantern’s name to find Ella’s, we quickly commented how amazingly beautiful it all was, and yet how tragic it was… to see sooooo many lanterns – each for a child who’d died…
As we diligently went about checking each lantern, I commented on the fact that in true Ella style, she’ll make sure that we find her last… And as we came across one lantern which had run out of candle and we got that fixed, Linda thought to herself, something wonky will happen… And that feeling intensified, I later found out, as we came closer to where we’d started…
After a very thorough tour around the Canuck Place gardens, my heart started to sink… I had not found Ella’s lantern…
So, we made our way to the volunteer who knew where each lantern was placed and asked where Ella’s was…
Can you believe that my darling, sweet girl’s lantern was actually at the starting/ending point of our tour – right where Linda and I actually started looking at names and where I told Linda that we would find Ella on the last lantern??? But again, in true Ella style, there was a twist…
A twist I attribute to my mischievous angel… J
Ella’s lantern was not lit… And as we both came to the realization of it - Linda and I just cracked up giggling because we just knew that Ella had been by our side all along, waiting anxiously for us to get to the end / the start and laughing as she got passed us to go “Look Maman - Pffft, pffft, pffft” to blow out the candle with her now healthy lungs!!!
We continued to giggle after lighting the candle as we walked to the new waterfall feature in the gardens to place a memorial rock in the water on which is inscribed “Ella Dupont Bedassie, Love You, Maman”. Not every inspired, I know… I guess my brain was fried from all the tears and giggles!
And then Linda and I both headed home, all the while still laughing and amazed by the turn of events that night…
As I returned to Canuck Place last evening to attend my bereavement group, I went back to the waterfall… And right there, just as I’d left it over a week ago, under the light that beams on it so intently is Ella’s rock! And it is surrounded by all the rocks angel parents placed in memory of their darling child…. just like I know those little angels surround each other up there in Heaven and cheer us on as we attempt to honour them as best as we can while they continue to play tricks on us to keep us on our toes…
ELLA – Everyone Loves Little Angels
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
7 months and 20 days...
Not what you’d normally call…
A life time...
But it is…
It is…
Ella's life time...
7 months and 20 days...
2 months of which were "healthy"...
And well, the rest you now figure out...
And yet, Ella was "healthy"!
As healthy as you can be…
When your lungs are poisoning you...Definitely so ill inside...
But remarkably so healthy-looking outside...
And in her mind…
Although Ella had end-stage emphysema…
Before she was even 3 months old...
You could definitely not tell...
Ella has a sparkle in her eye…
Ella has a grin on her face…
Ella has an intent way of looking right through you…
And captures your heart…
Feet up…
Hands waiving…
Ella dances to the music that plays around her…
And to the songs that drum in her head…
With King Louie…
With Pinky…
With Mula Visa…
Grand-Maman…
And Grandma…
With Maman..,
And Daddy…
Always with Ralph looking out for her…
Mischievously playful…
Peacefully restful…
From frail to plump…
Holding on to Daddy’s finger…
Smiling for Maman…
Ella grew…
And as Ella grew…
Her lungs got worse…
But you could hardly tell…
From the day she was born…
To the day she died…
Ella lived a full life…
The way Ella intended to…
Announcing herself as a surprise…
Keeping me on my toes and off my feet…
Peeking her head ahead of time…
Taking Maman for a ride…
Ella lived…
Ella went to a pub 18 years before it was even legal for her to do so...
Ella was on Facebook when kids 10 years her senior are not allowed...
Ella travelled across the country to meet her families…
Ella went to work… (Maman’s workplace that it…)
Ella was a die-hard football fan (go 49ers, go Dolphins!)…
Ella was a Canucks lover…
And Ella roared fiercely for the Lions…
Ella attended an LGBT travel show…
Where she was the star…
With the Dallas Cowboys (the shirtless kind!)…
Ella was a supermodel in Montreal…
Posing for an indoor photo shoot complete with lighting, talent and 3 photographers…
Ella was a supermodel in Vancouver…
Subjected to her mom’s kid Kodak reflexes…
And immortalized by friends, nurses and Jane from Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep…
Ella went to the beach…
And Ella ate out at restaurants…
Ella was touched by the rain…
And thanks to Michele, one of her nurses, also by snow…
Ella went to birthday parties…
And collected stuffies…
Ella loved watching Stewie…
Ella breastfed…
And she held her own bottle…
Ella grinned as she lay on her sleeping Daddy’s stomach…
And Ella played rhymes with her Grand-Maman…
Ella had a first love, beside her dad: nurse Ryan…
And Ella had a beau (sweet Gavin)…
A best girl, Emma, who visited her so often…
And Ella learned to count…
Ella celebrated Halloween…
And Thanksgiving…
Christmas… and New Year…
Hawaiian Day…
And Daddy’s birthday…
But was sadly two days short of wishing Maman Happy Birthday…
Ella was baptized…
And Ella was proclaimed a Saint…
By the father who presided at her funerals…
Ella felt the wind…
And the love of a thousand friends…
From far and wide…
Who 7 months and 20 days ago…
Had their hearts ripped out…
When Ella became an Angel…
And as I started the day…
The day when my daughter has been an angel longer than she’d been by my side…
I remembered the words of a very wise nurse…
Who believes like I do…
That we are all put here for a reason…
And that we all follow our own path…
Ella was and is beautiful…
My family…
My friends…
No matter how long our journeys are…
7 months and 20 days is a life time…
7 months and 20 days is Ella’s life time…
As long as I live and honour her…
Ella’s life time will go on…
ELLA - Everyone Loves Little Angels
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Blessings From High Above
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Ella's First Crush
Ryan was our third male nurse. Chris had been our ongoing nurse extraordinaire when Ella was born at BC Women's. And then on Ella's first hospital stay, we were fortunate to be cared for by Mark on 3R. But as we started this stay at BCCH, I noticed something in my baby girl's eyes when Ryan entered the room.... It was as though Ella had a glimmer in her eyes :)
It did not take long for both Ella's dad and I to understand that the glimmer was actually Ella's way of telling us she had a crush on Ryan. She would become so focused on him as he cared for her, and would be so playful, even more so than with other nurses. And she would just have that happy look every time he was around. We were blessed to have Ryan look after us (I say us because I was staying with Ella 24 hours/7) and Ryan was of such great help to me throughout this difficult time.
And as we started what would be a very long stay in ICU, I thought my baby girl was so blessed to have a first love, besides Maman and Daddy, that loves her right back!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Ella's First Halloween
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A lifetime in a day
ELLA - Everyone Loves Little Angels
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Lessons from my daughter
So when the complications started in January ’08, a month after I found out I was pregger, I became worried but kept it to myself. I saw my doctor and was referred to a high-risk obgyn because of the nature of the complications, my age and my few health issues which thankfully were all under control. Not even Ella’s dad knew what was going on as he was away assisting family members who were going through their own health tribulations.
In the second trimester, things settled and I was able to announce the big news to family, my friends and I returned to work after a few weeks’ absence. I was feeling better but there was still a lingering doubt in mind that all was okay with the baby. And then, in May, I found out that Ella was not growing properly. She was IUGR (intra-uterine growth restricted) – a fancy term to say that she was way below the curve. Moving steadily upward, ever so slowly, but way, way below the curve.
And so, the worries came back flying. By that time, I knew I was going to have a girl, and that was part of my stress. I was never a girlie girl, and thought “what am I going to do with a girl? I’ll break her!”
Ella, though born by all appearances healthy, had a very serious condition brought about by a gene deletion that made her little lungs pretty much at end-stage emphysema by the time she was 3 months old. And in the words of the pathologist who examined her remains to try to give us answers, Ella was a miracle as she did not have enough healthy lungs to sustain a 3kg newborn...
Well, my “I’ll show you how it’s done little girl”, my zebra as she was known to her medical team, my amazing little fighter did show us how it was done. She made it to 7kgs… 7 big kilos!! And while she was confined to a hospital bed for the better part of her life, Ella was strong and healthy - as healthy as you can be with completely destroyed lungs. And in the end, the fact that she kept growing was part of her downfall, as her illness did not allow for her bad lungs to repair themselves as she grew. But it did not stop my Ella to flash smiles at everyone, stick her feet up and dance a jig, bounce her King Louie Monkey and Scruff (the wanna be reindeer) off her legs, play with her Pinky Bear blanket, sit in her vibrating chair or tumble form and count all her fingers so intently. Nope, it did not stop Ella from being a perfect little girl, loved and cherished by all who knew her.
And as I reflect on Ella’s life, and though it is possible her illness came from me, I can’t help but think that if anything I enabled her. Enabled her to be a happy. Enabled her to be vibrant. Enabled her to be a fighter (she does have my pig-headedness and my “I’ll show you how it’s done attitude!”.)
And as I continue to honour Ella daily, she is the one that is now enabling me. Enabling me to get up, smell the beautiful roses I left by her grave this morning and enjoy a wonderful fall Vancouver in the sun.
Thanks baby, maman loves you and forever always will. No matter what!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Looking for answers...
In fact, next Thursday, Oct. 8, will mark the one year anniversary of obvious physical signs that supported what already knew... That my daughter Ella was sick... and that I did not why or from what....
How ironic is it that on the day I was taking a second formal step in figuring out how I can give Ella a brother or sister, the dreaded news came.... The news I'd been longing for, formally for a year minus a week although I questioned it from the day she was born... and which in the last few days I had secretely wished would never comes as a formal diagnostic...
Today, hours after meeting with the counsellor that would "clear" me to become a mom again, I got the news... Ella had a disease... And that disease now has a name... A disease which I may have passed on to her... A disease which, clearer than ever now, would take her life... Ella was missing a very crucial gene and there is no way we could have ever predicted it... or even saved her...
One doctor called it... And yet it was not thought of as being a the real cause for her illess... And then a pathologist called it, and still it was not thought of as being THE diagnostic... I guess science does not lie as today, both a doctor and a pathologist were in my thoughts and in my heart as I heard the news....
Ella, my sweet, vivacious, bright as button and so happy and charismatic litte girl did not stand a chance... And now, I am faced with a whole lot more questions than I started my day with...
Did I pass this genetic disorder to her... Can it happen again.... Could the stress and discontent that was surrounding me during pregnancy and what should have been the best days of my life contribute to Ella's illness? Could a diagnostic last November have rendered a better quality of life for my angel for those few precious months she had with us? Was there TRULY nothing we could do to save her?
As I ponder on all of those questions tonight, I am in disbelief... Disbelief that such a perfect little girl, with a smile that lit the sky and eyes that saw right through your soul, could be striken with such a radical illness that it silently kills her from the inside out...
Ella, I know was here for a reason. She has taught me so many lessons - some I never wished to learn and did not have a choice to learn; and some that were repeated to me for years on end and I still did not get them until now...
And as I strive to honour Ella and do right by her, I am left wondering what the future holds and if I am right in thinking from the moment I realized something was off with my baby girl, that I did this do her, completely oblivious and unaware of it.... or if this was a fluke of nature that brought me my little angel to teach me a lesson and make everyone's lives around more meaningful because she was part of it...
I doubt I'll find out about most of those answers in this lifetime, and in the meantime I will hang on to the thought that my beautiful angel Ella will send me the next best thing to her resurecting: a beautiful and healthy rainbow baby....
ELLA
Everyone Loves Little Angels
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Power of One
One baby girl with a heart of gold...
And a will of steel...
Named after the greatest jazz singer of all times...
Received her so well-deserved wings...
On April 4, it was so clear....
Clearer than it had ever been...
That one little being...
Brought together so many people...
A hundred people...
People who conceived her...
People who are related to her...
People who loved her...
People who cared for her...
People who tried to save her...
People who looked after her...
People who prayed for her...
People who are her friends...
People who she touched with her smile...
People who's hearts melted when they saw and heard of her story...
People who called her a Saint...
People who did not know her but understood how great an impact Ella had all around her...
On April 30...
I publicly spoke of Ella's brave fight for the first time...
On a radiothon to raise funds for BCCHF...
And where I asked donors to help...
Ensure that no parent at BCCH goes without a chair to rock their baby... their child...
And then the phone began to ring....
And it rang...
And rang...
On June 14...
People came together...
To walk in Ella's memory...
After having raised thousands...
In tribute to her life....
On August 7...
On Ella's first birthday...
People celebrated a life so precious...
Reminiscing about how happy she made all...
And people generously donated...
Dollars and gifts in her memory...
For children of BCCH to have a brighter day...
By September 4...
Hundreds of gifts were distributed...
Throughout BCCH...
In memory of Ella...
Creatings smiles and giggles all around...
Yesterday, a request came....
And contact was made...
To seek donations of rockers...
For ICU at BCCH who desperately needs them...
Today, it was like a bolt of lightning...
That a few days from the six month anniversary of Ella's passing...
My one and only little angel continues...
To give me the strength and the sense of purpose...
I need to honour her and help BCCH kids and families...
Live a happier life....
Today Ella's Tribute Fund was committed...
For rocking chairs for ICU...
Today I participated in a research project...
For science to help mothers conceive...
Today, BCCH friends remembered my Angel with me...
Today Ella's beau, Gavin, fell asleep so soundly in my arm...
While his mom and I just enjoyed each other's company...
And at the end of the afternoon, as Gavin's started to wake with a giggle and smiles...
Ella Fitzgerald was playing in BCCH...
Just as it had at home and in the ICU throughout Ella's last week on earth...
This one song that more than any others connects me to my daughter...
And my heart filled with joy...
My eyes with tears...
"... the memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me..."
The power of my one little Ella is beyond...
Beyond what I'll ever imagine...
As she has touched people we love and some never knew...
Motivating so many more to live better lives...
And enabling me to create a foundation in her name.
That's the power of one...
One little rock-solid angel named Ella...
ELLA - Everyone Loves Little Angels
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Inside and Out
You see, a year ago, Ella, her Dad and I were as close to being a family as we ever were. And would be...
Ella was beautiful, vibrant, healthy, and happy. At least from the outside...
A year ago, I was on maternity leave, enjoying my time off, my life and my baby girl. A year ago I was blissful... At least from the outside...
This year, I am trying to mend the pieces of my heart, and of my soul... by myself. And definitely, starting from the inside...
I'm not sure if there is an actual cycle on this journey that I am on, but this weekend, after a pretty crappy period, I feel like something clicked inside again I realized I need to continue to do what I feel is right for me, in taking care of me. This feeling was very similar to the feeling I had when I chose to go back to horseback riding, back in April, to save myself from a guaranteed drowning in my sorrows. And to the feeling I had back in late May when I told Ella's dad we needed to separate, for otherwise I would continue to be miserable in this relationship that was going absolutely no where.
As hard as it is for someone who has always had everybody else's well being in mind before her own, I figured if I can't do it now, I will never, ever, be able to do it...
So, on Sunday, I chose to spend time with a dear friend to treat myself to yummy desserts. On Monday, it was my barn therapy and two more meetings with friends I had not seen in way too long. Tuesday there were two firsts - my first yoga lesson and my first bereavement parent support group meeting. Both were instrumental in keeping me focused on the positive, though I have to say both required a tremendous amount of energy.
The yoga for keeping my mind from wandering on to all the negatives that've plagued my life in the last years. And the bereavement group for facing 24 other parents who, like me, had their child taken away from them in horrible ways, but mostly for facing them on my own... as the only single parent in the group...
I made it through though... on both counts. And I know I am better for it.
And I will continue with both forms of therapies, as this is what I need now to regain some balance in my life before I rejoin the "real" world where everybody's got their own agenda cross to bear.
And then today, after months of not being able to think of me, I moved closer to getting myself in the right place - from the outside in - being pampered for a few hours before spending an hour shopping for a new piece of clothing. Clothing that is pink - for Ella was a pink girl and in her memory, I try to wear some pink every day...
All of this may seem very trivial to some, and not at all therapeutic to others but learning to put myself first is something I've always struggled with. My nickname in college was "Mom" - not because I had a child - but definitely because all I ever thought about was ensuring everyone else around me was okay...
And Ella's situation was no different. For the entire time Ella was hospitalized, the number of days I "took a break" can fit on basically one hand. And if that was not enough, the one time I went out to get pampered, a few weeks before Christmas last year, Ella's state got so bad, she went from the ward to the ICU with the doc stating at the time: "I don't care if they have a bed or not for her in ICU, if they don't, we'll build a wing for her!". I still remember turning my phone on after my appointment onlt to hear the nurse say "Ella's been transferred to ICU. Please drive carefully"...
We now know that Ella was very sick, all throughout her life, even though she never showed any definite and obvious signs until she was 2 months and 2 days old. If you've had the opportunity to speak with me, you know how guilty I feel about the fact that from the day she was born, I questioned her health - her breathing more specifically - only to be reassured by doctors and nurses who did not see Ella's problems for what they were... I often look back at pictures of Ella and can pin point exactly now how her body contorted because her lungs were so inflated... Little did we know at the time, but even the doctors who saw us every other week did not see it... I was just another stressed out new mom, or so every one thought...
Part of that inside and outside work will be for me to understand that there is nothing I could have done to save Ella.
That I was doing the best that I could to provide for my baby girl.
And that until the day that I die, I will do everything that I can, not only to find out what happened to my daughter but also everything in my power to honour her memory.
Every minute... Every hour... Every day... Every week... Every month... Every year...
For as long as I shall breathe...
Inside and out...
Monday, September 7, 2009
The weight of it all...
I know it is a recurring theme but I really thought I was making progress and realized this past week that maybe it's all in my head, and just a front...
Since Ella's first year birthday, I've been feeling heavy and blue. My bones aches, my heart is shatterred in even more pieces and my mind goes numb - every single day and for what seems longer, and longer every day... I find myself retreating from certain situations and having difficulty getting motivated, and concentrating. Doing simple tasks are weighing on me...
Yet, I am still doing all I need to do - eating (well, as well as I can right now, appetite is not there and neither is a desire to cook), seeing my doctor regularly, undergoing therapy - the real kind and the ones that is brought about by horses, the ones who truly, truly make me whole for a couple of hours a week - and spending a bit of time every once in a while with people who look out for my well being at BCCH. I know I need to exercise more, but right now, I'm having trouble. It's like I have a 50-pound weight attached to me daily, and I have to drag it all around...
And even thouigh I feel very heavy and sad, yesterday I was able to be strong, for an hour or so, from someone who needed me - a fellow angel mom who was going through a rougher period than I was. I was there for her, and I was happy to be. She, just like other angel moms have been there for me when I needed it. It's like we know when the other is down and we move in.... But then, later on in the day, I wanted to be able to share my grief with the very one person that knows it first hand. What was meant to be a call out for help turned into another ackward texting argument with bitterness all around, and then, my knees buckled from the weight....
Through it all, I am fortunate to have dear friends around me who look out for me. Eric, with whom I had savoury desserts last night when I really needed a distraction from the heavyness of the day.... Sebastian who I met for breakfast this morning when I barely had the strength to get up... And Lisa, who was there to get me through what would hve been a rough afternoon...
And then later today, as I headed to spend time at the barn as I do every Monday - an activity that is my saving grace and has been since 14 days after Ella passed away - I ached. I just was not feeling it... I just did not want to be there... But I know how good I feel when I actually ride so I dragged myself... And then Chelsea did the rest!
This sweet little mare has a grumpy side to her, but she is a sweetheart under the facade. She groans and nips but that's all it is - a facade and a way to protect herself. And I know that, because that's exactly how I am most days. I may appear joyful and happy - but that's all it is. A facade...
Anyway, Chelsea today was again my saving grace. Minutes after starting to care for her, my heart lifted as she snuggled and let me do just that - take care of her. As we headed out to the paddock and started our work, I commented on the fact that it was sunny and warm yet it drizzled, and said to my coach "The only thing missing is a rainbow"....
And then Ella did the rest...
Within a minute and barely there for 30 seconds, was this huge rainbow, right at the base of the paddock and looking over us.... I ended having a lot of fun today... Getting back to my old self on a horse, and really loving it... And then taking care of a grumpy mare that underneath it all is playful and loving...
I ended up with some actual weight off of my shoulder today thanks to my angel girl who I know looks down on me from Heaven... And tomorrow, I am hopeful that the weight will not be as heavy as I try not one, but two new activities on this journey I am on. First thing in the morning will be an attempt at yoga... And tomorrow evening, I am going to face my fears and my anger head on as I finally meet for the first time with fellow bereaved parents who also are on a journey they never wished to be on...
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Rainbow of Hope?
Tonight, it is again about Somewhere Over the Rainbow....
As I prepared myself for what I felt was going to be yet another rough day (How does one know? You just know... How does one prepare? I really don't know other than have people who make you safe by your side), I heard that it was the 70th anniversary of Somewhere Over The Rainbow release by Judy Garland. I remember stopping on that specific thought - but then it went out of my head.
I went about my day as best as I could - my heart not really in it - but at least I tried. It was not a horrible day, just one where I felt numb for most of it, and sad. Just plain sad - although you probably could not tell by just looking at me.
But then at the end of the day, I made my way to see Ella. I didn't go see her yesterday so I was anxious to get there. And as it is so often the case, I just started to sob in my car and ended up crying almost all the way to the cemetary...
As I parked my car, it started to drizzle. Not unsual so far, afterall this is Vancouver! I grabbed my pink cushion (I've discovered that cemetary grass is moist most days and leaves marks - the hard way!), my pink gardener kit (it's for breast cancer research, but you get the idea - Ella was all about pink) to rearrange her flowers and stepped toward my girl. And then it saw it...
Right there, above Ella, was... a rainbow!
I stopped in my tracks, dropped everything from the surprise, and then started to cry. Not for sadness, but rather for joy. For the fact that Ella, I know, sent me a rainbow tonight. A beautiful rainbow, with a definite line of pink... And the rainbow stayed right above us, for the entire time I was with my girl...
I ended up going to catch a movie after seeing Ella. A fun comedy about life, love and serendipity. I came out feeling good about life again. Whether it goes onto tomorrow, I won't know just yet.
But I do know one thing. Ella sends me signs. How do I know? I often ask Ella for signs that she understands what is going on in my life, why I made/make the decisions that I do or for signs of what's to come. Today was one of those days of asking for a sign... And just like everytime I've asked her for sign, one came and I was able to read it.
There is an expression amongst bereaved mothers: rainbow baby... It means having a healthy baby after the passing of your child. Deep down, I've been wishing for that rainbow baby...
Not to forget about Ella. Not to replace Ella. But because I was meant to give life, not death. And because Ella deserves to have a brother or a sister that will love her well beyond my life is complete. And because I still want to continue to be a mother... I was and still am damn good at it! Although I know that if I am that blessed, I will be a basket case for the rest of life, worrying about my child...
Whether or not that could happen currently resides in one single medical answer - the one I am anxiously waiting to have and which probably will take another 6 weeks to arrive. Whether I am a carrier of a genetic condition that would explain Ella's illness...
In the meantime, I will just continue to think that Ella is giving me signs, and that today she was pointing the way to my rainbow baby... and so in the meantime, I will go on with my journey.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Being gentle with myself
Quite a few of my friends were worried. The bottom line is I chose to protect and keep myself safe of any further worry and anxiety by removing myself from a situation which, though it had wonderful potential at the time, included an element that hit by surprise and too close to home, at least for now. A meltdown did follow and though it lingered, in the spirit of continuing to honour Ella by rediscovering myself, I aim to move forward again, but mostly I choose to be gentle to myself.
I am trying to include new elements to my days (for Ella, so that I can now see new things for her and I at once) and more structured activities so that I continue to progress.
While I live minutes from the beach, I have not taken advantage of the ocean's beauty and serenity very much this summer. The heart was not in it, and I was afraid that I'd betray Ella by doing what I should be doing with her, without her... Turns out I need to do it without her physically with me, for me and with her in spirit. Not my choice but I don't really have a choice on the matter, do I!
So, I've started to integrate daily walks by the ocean, to keep myself fit but also to allow my heart to grieve. I do it without music, and just with my thoughts which most times go in a million directions and which also sometimes happen to be quite harsh toward myself, as well as toward others... I know I need to transfer those harsh and negative thoughts into positive ones but it does not always work. Most of the time, there are tears, as there are almost always when I am in my car, between my home and the cemetary...
But not every day is covered in tears anymore. They come in waves now, generally as I leave people who are dear to me as they return to their happy lives, when I go see my baby girl, still when I see a mom enjoying a private moment with her child, a dad holding sharing life with a baby or when I talk to my or Ella's dad's family and close friends.
Amongst the tears are puntuated moments of joy, like when Emma, Ella's best friend who is turning 2 tomorrow, ran into my arms and told me "love you Yo". My heart melted with joy on the spot, only to be swollen with tears later on that day when I realized I will never hear Ella say I love you mom.... Regardless of the tears, that afternoon with Emma, Danielles (Ella's Godmother) and her husband Chris was a good one, partly because of the company, partly because of the sun, partly because it was my first picnic at the beach of the summer, and partly because of the formations of Canada geese that I saw that day - another sign of my girl.
I finally made it to Trout Lake - it only took me 4 years! - and though it was a very bitter sweet day, I kept finding myself so amazed at how the moutains were so beautiful over the lake and the willow trees. I am blessed that Ella allows me to see nature in a whole new way.
Last night, I took another step toward being gentle to myself and getting back to my old person. I simply went to see a movie I very much wanted to see, by myself. I used to do that so often a few years ago, and I just did not know if I could. Fortunately, a very good choice of movie to distract me, and a stranger in the line up commenting on the heart necklace I wear daily because Ella wears the other part of it, made it a beautiful night.Although the thoughts of returning to work at some point creep up in my head with vibrations of anxiety, I now know that my road on this journey MUST include taking care of me, being gentle to me.
Thanks Ella for helping me learn at 41 how to stop worrying and how to focus on me!
One person very dear to my heart lost her dad this year and she went on a pilgrimage in Europe, in his honour. While I cannot physically, financially and most importantly mentally do that just yet, I know the time will come when I am able and willing to travel again, and she can see all through my eyes.
Baby steps they say. I say, every day is a new day and I never know what it is going to bring.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
I thought....
Going about each day, honouring you as best as I could...
I thought I was about to start a new chapter...
Meeting new friends and focusing on fresh interests....
That is until reality struck me right in the face...
And I found myself unable to face it...
I tought I could take it...
But instead I took the back door and left like a thief....
Ashamed of my feelings of even caring for what was once...
And the fact that it was all a scam...
I thought someone had my back...
And realized that no one but me can actually look out for me...
I thought I was wiser...
But now I know that a lesson in friendship.....
A lesson in love....
A lesson in life...
Can show itself at any time of day...
Whether you are ready for it or not...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
5 months of grief... and gratefulness...
5 months of crazyness, emptiness and denial...
5 months of wishing I could turn back time...
5 months of struggles to keep my head...
5 months of wanting to salvage my relationship while realizing it, too, needs to take its natural course...
5 months of constant doubt about how this could have happened...
5 months of trying to honour your memory...
5 lonely months without holding you, my baby girl...
As I reflect on those 5 months, I can't help but be grateful...
Grateful for my family's love, support but more importantly for my family's health...
Grateful for your dad's family: their love, their support but most importantly the fact that they are also in good health...
Grateful that I am able to grieve...
Grateful that I am able to cry...
Grateful that I am able to laugh...
Grateful that I am able to look at a baby and smile...
Grateful that I can offer some support to an angel mom who needs a long distance hug...
Grateful that I am alive...
And lately, I find myself grateful for different reasons...
Grateful that I am able to slow time down to breathe deeper and more intently....
Grateful that I am able to appreciate every moment for what it brings...
Grateful that some time in October there will be answers...
Grateful that my desire to live... and to be a mother have not left me...
Grateful that you send me signs that I am able to recognize...
Grateful that I feel you with me, always...
5 months ago... I held you for the longest time... and for the last time...
5 months ago.. I embraced every moment you gave us... every ounce of the fighter you had in you...
5 months ago... I said so long to my baby girl... and hello to my Guardian Angel...
Ella's Bear
On the spot, I decided to buy not one SuperHero Bear, but three. One for Ella, that I would keep for her at home, to remind myself of what an amazing hero she was and still is.
One for Renaud, son of my dear sister Marie-Claude and Ella's big and loving cousin.
One for Samia, daughter of my dear brother Jacques-Andre and Ella's not as big but just as loving cousin who also happens to be my God Daughter.
For months, the three SuperHero Bears, all "male" bears, were in my home as a reminder of what we'd been through but also carrying a sense of hope that they'd help Renaud and Samia move on as well as help little kids get better.
When I finally had the strength to prepare my family's Christmas presents that had been lying around the house for so, so many months - digital keychains that I loaded with pictures of Ella - I knew two of the SuperHero Bears had to go. I packed them up as diligently as I could and sent them on their way to Montreal for Renaud and Samia have and to hold.
And then, a week before Ella's birthday, I decided to add a silent auction to her birthday party as a mean to raise funds in her memory. Upon making that decision, I asked the BCCH Foundation if they still had SuperHero Bears from that spring campaign, and if I could have a few for Ella's auction. I asked the Foundation for a couple - a male and a female.
Once at the Foundation to pick up the Bears, it dawned on me that Ella deserved a female Bear. So, I quickly picked up two female Bears, and decided to use Ella's own male Bear for the auction. Afterall, it was brand new, with the tag on and had been sitting in my living room all along. And so Ella's Bear was promised to the auction.
On the night of the auction, on Ella's one year birthday, there was a fierce battle for the male SuperHero Bear, a.k.a Ella's Bear. My friend engaged in an ongoing battle with another person for Ella's Bear - not knowing anything about this being Ella's Bear. He ended up winning the bidding war and as he paid me for Ella's Bear he said: "You have no idea what this means."
On the following day, I told my friend about the fact that the bear he purchased was Ella's Bear. I wanted him to know because he said the Bear was going to his dear friend who now lives in the U.K. The bear seemed so special, I thought it would make it even more special for his friend to know where it came from. Little did I know! Turns out that my friend's friend is named Ella... This was a SuperHero Bear, purchased for Ella, in memory of Ella and now being given to an Ella... I just started to cry! I could not believe the coincidences! And yet, it seemed so completely normal, as if Ella, my Ella, had planned this all along.
So, why write about Ella's Bear tonight? Because tonight as I saw my friend, he proceeded to tell me the story about why he wanted the male SuperHero Bear for his friend Ella. They'd been at the bank together and in a moment of childhood giggles, his friend Ella had picked up a SuperHero Bear, a male, and was flying him like a SuperHero flies in the sky. And today, as I listened to him tell me that story, I saw my little Ella, much older, healthier and happy, flying her SuperHero Bear, in complete giggles...
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Ladybugs and other winged creatures
The first moment Ella grabbed my attention was on the very day that Ella's Daddy and I returned to the ICU together. I had been back to the ICU by myself, almost everyday to be exact, but this was Daddy's first time since Ella had got her wings. It was spring, a warm day and the window on Daddy's side of the car was open. As I stopped at a light, something came in to the car and landed on Daddy. A tiny little red ladybug… She stayed on his arm while we waited on the light, and seconds before it changed, she flew out as gently as she came in. We both noticed it, but said nothing.
The second time was a little later in the spring, a week before Mother's Day. I was sitting with friends at the ball park on a Sunday as I had done every weekend while I was pregnant Ella. And on that particular day, the many moms that were pregnant at the same time I was were enjoying a beautiful, relaxing day with their babies. As I watched them and thought of my baby Ella, no longer with us, I just cracked… I just flipped out and ran away in tears. I made it as far as Starbucks, a couple of blocks away, dried my tears, got myself a drink and proceeded to call my friend Cathy on my way back to the ballpark, still very emotional from the pain. As I reached the park, something just flew into by bosom… I yelled, then tried to wiggle the bug out (yup, I really did – laughing my head off by then while still on the phone) but nothing worked so I just gave up, finished my conversation with Cat and then sat back down on my blanket only to have not a bug, but rather a red ladybug slowly walk out on to my arm. It stayed there for a good 10-15 minutes. And then it just flew away.
Soon after that encounter, I was going through all the condolences cards we’d received. One of the first one that came, from my friend Yvonne, just jumped at me. A simple photograph on the cover: a beautiful white mum, with a gorgeous red ladybug. It still did not really dawn on me…
And then, as I was going through documents, I came across something I’d completely forgotten about. A photo session was done at BC Women’s Hospital, on the day that Ella was discharged. On that day, I finally dressed her up in one of the outfits I finally bought. I had picked a preemie onesie, white with a bit of red and yellow, but most importantly it had a ladybug on it with a French line “Une cocinnelle avec des ailes” (a children rhyme that means a ladybug, with wings). By then, the memories of the ladybugs I encountered resurfaced… and it all became so clear. Ladybugs were Ella’s call sign to me!
Afterall, both my sister and I had been a “cocinnelle” when we were kids (competitive gymnastic team). And then, there was the outfit that her Dad picked for her (a top actually as he forgot to bring a bottom!). It was a cream colored camisole with a red sweater chale that tied up at the front. On the bottom right of there was a big red ladybug, and at the top, a couple of lsmaller adybugs separated by flowers.
An then, there was the ladybug that just flew on to my friend Charles, while were were in an indoor garage talking about Ella coming to me as a ladybug and about the fact that, an hour earlier I asked Ella for a sign that it was okay and she understood mommy’s reasons for separating from Daddy….
So, since that day, ladybugs and other winged creatures have been coming out of nowhere to help me deal with my grief and cheer me on with my life. More chapters of the ladybugs and other winged creatures will follow shortly. You’ll just have to be patient for one more day or so!
Friday, August 21, 2009
The power of 7
She was born on August 7
At 5:47am
Weighing 5 lbs, 7 oz
Wearing bracelet 1446271
From a dad born on a 16
And a mom born on a 29
And being conceived on a 27th
Her birth certificate, social insurance and BC Healthcare numbers all have 7s
Her symptoms started on a 7th
Once in ICU she was admitted to bed 17
Her parent's first evening out since being admitted to the hospital was for a benefit for BCCH on Jan. 29
The second time was out for Mom and Das was Feb. 11 at 7pm
For a Giants Hockey game
The third time was on Feb. 27 at 7:30pm
And I was seated in seat 4 of row 3 for another Giants game
The fourth time was March 7
For a Cancuks hockey game at 7pm
Seating in row 7
In seat 3 and 4
Ella passed away on March 27
at 8:07am
At 7 months +
In beds 17/18
The first donation in her memory was over $700
She was laid to rest on April 7
At 10:30 am
Weighing 7.09 kilos
On August 7, she turned 1
Her happy birthday wishes were published on page B7 of the Vancouver Sun
On August 17, at the golf trounament in Ella's memory I had a meltdown on hole 16
And my best hole of the day on hole 17
Ella's Facebook bereavement page currently has 7 members
So what does this all mean? There are so many more occurences of 7 around her and I as remember them, I'll be sure to update this posting. As one of my friends pointed out to me, 7 is the biblical number of perfection. Ella was and still is a perfect 7!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Blessings
There are so many things to write about: how so wonderfully supportive my family and friends have been in helping me work through this ordeal; how so many of Ella's caregivers are now tucked in my heart as my friends and family are for all they have done for her, and for my family; what a wonderful day I had on Ella's first birthday and in the days prior to it to prepare it, baking my heart out and planning a full on birthday party for my baby girl; how generous my friends and her dad's friends have been in supporting Ella's memories...
For tonight, I'll settle on counting my blessings.
The blessings that come clearer in the sky when I am feeling more at peace.
The blessings that take form in my old and new friends who worry about me, who support me, who love me and care for me.
The blessings for my mom and dad who through this painful time have both been rocks for me in their own rights.
The blessings that I can see a pretty flower and say thank you to Ella for opening my eyes to it.
The blessings that Ella, though she did not have the lungs for it, spent almost 8 months being a happy, smiley girl who most of the time did not know she was sick.
The blessings that I have so many mementos of her: her clothes, her toys, her lifecast hands and feet, her pictures, her videos and all my memories.
The blessings that bring old friends together to share very special moments which make you whole again.
The blessings of strangers, like Maria the grand-mother I met at the cemetary, the clerk at the store who gave Ella an angel, the Global/Virgin One Radio Morning/ Ocean Radio Morning/BCCH Foundation for all their tireless efforts and support.
The blessings of nurses who like Jane from Now I lay Me Down to Sleep took multiple pictures of Ella with her family in the days before she got her wings.
The blessings of doctors who fought so hard to figure out what was going on with my girl, and to save her.
The blessings of Rachel, a fellow mom at BCCH who was by my side when Ella gave us the biggest warning sign of what was to come and whom brought me an angel coin which I carry with me everywhere still to bring me strength and peace.
The blessings of Martine who before we flew to Montreal offered all her baby gear to make Ella comfortable on our trip.
The blessings that I can now spend some time with friends and their babies - and appreciate life with them.
And the blessings of Jennifer, a woman who saw our story on the Telethon and donated to BCCH in Ella's name because of it.
While my eyes and ears are not always tuned on to these blessings (and those mentionned here are only a few of ten s of thousands of blessings we've had thanks to Ella), Ella's is sending them to me, always. I just have to carefully listen to, see, taste, touch and smell them. And to be able to do so, I am now engaging in a process or self re-discovery. By myself, with my friends, with my family, with my therapist, with the grief counsellor, with my chaplain at BCCH and eventually, maybe one day, with a man who will love me for and in spite of all the tribulations I have been through in the last two years and who will want to be part of my and Ella's lives and possibly her brother or sister I hope to bring in to this world one day.
In the meantime, I will continue to count my blessings.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
How?
How can I? When you are up there on your cloud instead of being right here with me, in my arms...
How do I? How do I stop the hurt from over powering me every day when I know if you had lived you'd be doing something new for me to rejoice over?
How do I? How do I deal with the thousands of questions I have in my head on how this could have happened to you?
How can I? How can I stop the guilty feelings I have that I somehow caused your illness?
How do I? How do I turn time back time, to a day where you were healthy and happy?
How do I? How do I cope when everyone around has returned to their own lives and I am left with an empty one?
How will I? How will I react when I finally get answers on what’s to come?
Hows are the big questions. And they leave me so empty of answers at this stage. I am doing all I need to be doing to "fix" myself and I know I am making progress. Yet I feel still, after almost 5 months, like it's 1 step forward, 3 steps backwards. And that's on a good day!
My heart aches for the fact that your dad and I cannot find the right way to communicate and grieve together. My heart screams for you to come see me in my dreams.
I miss your touch, I miss your smell, I miss your smile. I miss my baby girl and I am terrified that time will rob my memories of you and that they will fade away.
Don't ever leave me. I need you by my side. Always.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
731 days...
731 days ago, I photographed friends enjoying a day of drinking and golfing…
731 days ago, I saw a man with a sweet smile, a big heart and nice buns…
731 days ago, a man captured my attention by sticking his tongue out at me…
731 days ago, I found myself intrigued…
731 days ago, my heart started to beat faster…
731 days ago, your daddy and I met...
Two years have gone by since the day my eyes met your daddy's eyes…
Two years have gone by since your daddy told me we'd forever be connected...
Little did we know we'd have a miracle coming our way to brighten our lives and enlighten so many more…
Little did we know how much we’d fall in love with you…
Little did we know that our miracle would become an amazing angel…
731 days ago, I’d never dreamed I’d be where I am today…
731 days ago, seems like an eternity… and yet, it’s like it was yesterday…
731 days ago, the writing was on the wall...
I love you Ella, my angel! And so does Daddy. Forever and always…
Monday, August 10, 2009
Today would have been...
The day that, had Ella been healthy, I would have had to return to work. Not only would have had to stop spending my days with my baby girl, today would have been the day that she would have had to join daycare, or be with with a caretaker other than her dad or myself. I just started to ball at the thought that Ella and I will never get to experience so many of those moments that you never think you will be robbed of...
Instinctively, I've blocked off the thoughts of milestones. And as silly as it is, I was just two days ago writing to another angel mommy about the need to celebrate the milestones and to embrace the ones we will never get to see. The only milestone I was focused on for the last few months was Ella's first birthday. And while I drove myself mad to make sure all was perfect on that day, and it almost was, it never occured to me that today would be the day to make me break down again...
Afterall, I thought I was doing okay. Keeping Ella's memories safe and secure not only in my heart but in a few special boxes in the living room where I can always access them as I need to. In there, if you know where to look, you'll find her birth certificate, her hospital bracelets (I've kept them all), her first princess sticker and her first snoopy bandaid. The pictures of her as a tiny peanut, in my tummy, The picture cds and videos I've copied so that if I lose the data on my computer, I don't lose her. There is also a tooth case which is empty... and her baby book which I still have not had the strength to complete....
Today would have been the day....
Instead, today was the day that I went for one of my weekly therapies, feeling like I had to more than I wanted to - a couple of hours at the barn, surrounded by nothing but horses who instinctivey know that my heart is broken and my soul is soul-less. And as I focus on connecting with the horses, I reflect on the fact that today is a gift that Ella has given me.
You see, Ella and I were supposed to make horses our thing. While I've done it all my life, Vancouver and horses had not yet equated. There was too much work, not enough money, too much to do... You know the drill and the excuses... But a few weeks after Ella passed away, I knew that if I ever wanted to stay alive, I had to go back to my roots and focus on something that throughout my life had brought me peace and happiness. And that focus comes with horses. I'd contacted a young lady who took heart to my story and brought me in to the barn where she keeps her mare. I was meant to try out her mare but chickened out. I did however that day make a commitment to ride again, and I have. It only makes sense since there were so many signs Ella was sending me: the young lady I connected with is from Mtl, she's got an advertising background like I do, we both share a passion for photography and most importantly, her mare's name is Lilly - one of my top picks for Ella before she was born. Some would say it's just coincidence. I say, it's Ella pointing me the way.
And today was the day that after 4 months, I found myself giggling on a horse as I jumped a fence with so much "override" I nearly fell off.
Though she's always with me, today is the day that Ella and I both rode together truly for the first time.