{"id":1145,"date":"2008-05-19T23:28:13","date_gmt":"2008-05-20T03:28:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=1145"},"modified":"2008-05-19T23:28:13","modified_gmt":"2008-05-20T03:28:13","slug":"trigger-shot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=1145","title":{"rendered":"Trigger shot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve seen on forums people giving warnings about &#8220;triggers.&#8221; I understood conceptually, but not personally. Reading about another&#8217;s circumstance never made it worse for me. My pain was separate, unconnected.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight I understand.<\/p>\n<p>The rest of that book was indeed about pregnancy. I couldn&#8217;t not finish it, even though I kept telling myself it would be better to just leave it alone. But I was so close to finished so I kept reading, though a little faster than usual. I figured the book would have a happy end &#8211; and it did &#8211; but not without a major pregnancy issue that resulted in a scary preemie birth. My first thought when reading as the shit went down was, <i>oh no, if the baby dies&#8230; I don&#8217;t want to read that, I don&#8217;t want to deal with that.<\/i> But when it became apparent that the baby was going to live and everything was going to end in a sunshiny happy family moment I got very angry. Books always do that&#8230; major bad things happen, but everything is okay in the end. The baby never dies in books. But that&#8217;s not how real life is. Guess dead babies don&#8217;t make good stories.<\/p>\n<p>The worst part was reading the part after everthing was coming around and reading about the protagonist&#8217;s wonder with her baby daughter, all the little things I will never get to know like the funny sounds they make, the way they flail around awkwardly. I skipped those parts. But it stuck in my mind.<\/p>\n<p>I was excited tonight because the season finale of House was on. (If you haven&#8217;t seen it yet, do not read any further, spoilers in action.) I excused myself from my conversation with my dad, got some food, and settled on the couch to read.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s the big spoiler: someone dies. And I. Fell. Apart. Watching the loved one break up as he hears the news, as he watches her die, watching him sob in gut-wrenching grief&#8230; It was too much for me. It was no longer about the TV show&#8217;s characters. I&#8217;ve cried for characters before, but I cried for <i>them<\/i>, not for <i>me<\/i>. All those pregnant and baby thoughts from the book were still lingering in my mind, and they combined with the grief bubbling up due to the show. I broke down sobbing, feeling like my heart was breaking all over again.<\/p>\n<p>I <i>know<\/i> I have to go through this grief over and over to get to the other side. But there is no word for how much it sucks. I feel like I&#8217;m drowning in despair. I know at this point that it is possible to have good days, happy days. But on days like today none of it seems to matter. The whole preganncy seems like a dream, as do good days and future plans. All I know is what I do not have right now. My son is buried in a graveyard instead of being in my arms.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve seen on forums people giving warnings about &#8220;triggers.&#8221; I understood conceptually, but not personally. Reading about another&#8217;s circumstance never made it worse for me. My pain was separate, unconnected. Tonight I understand. The rest of that book was indeed about pregnancy. 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