Thursday, March 13, 2008

Ten weeks

There I go with dates again.

It was 10 weeks ago I went into the hospital to deliver the boys. We left here at the crack of dawn, but I didn't deliver until just before and just after midnight. Last of the placenta was dragged out of me around 4am, I think. The longest, worst 24 hours of my life.

I realized last week that I passed the dates (the 3rd & 4th) of the month they were born and died, but I always remember the weeks. Every Thursday/Thursday night I think back. Maybe I'm still in the habit from pregnancy, when I counted the weeks.

It occurs to me that my sister is 10 weeks (and a few days) along now. Her cycle started just before ours ended. I don't know what to think about that. Or perhaps there is nothing to think. It is what it is.


Antigone said...

You made me look at my calendar and count. It was exactly 8 weeks ago that my water broke. I delivered at 11:20 that night.

Amy said...

Today is 3 months to the day that William came into the world still. I am thinking of you and sending you hugs, it is an incredibly difficult time. I am so sorry you have to go through this.

I still count days, I have them all in my head. I count weeks too. I should be 38 weeks along.

A.M.S. said...

Yep. Thursdays and Saturdays just plain suck.

I haven't counted the weeks in awhile. It took a conscious effort to stop doing that, but I managed. Mostly, I just don't look at calendars. I had to throw out all of our new 2008 calendars because as soon as I bought them, I marked each week with what week of pregnancy I was in with big circles around my due date.

Big hugs to you on this oh so crappy thursday.

CLC said...

I count the weeks too. Every Friday I note another week has passed since I lost her. Tomorrow tis Friday the 14th, which was the same in December when I lost her. Like I need to relive this again. As if I don't do it every minute.

I read your last post too and it made me so sad. I am so sorry you had to go through this. It's hard to write about, but I think it's good to record what you can remember.

Natalie said...

I don't know how to stop counting the weeks. Every saturday was when I took my belly picture. It's only been a week, but I don't see myself getting through a saturday without thinking about that.


meg said...

The weeks are hard. Though now, I am into the months. 6 months, just about, for me.

c. said...

Initially, I thought in weeks, too. It makes me sick that I have to count at all.

Re: your sister - yes, it is what it is.

niobe said...

I decided very early on that I was not going to count days or weeks and that I was going to force myself to forget. And now, for the life of me, I couldn't remember the dates that either of the twins died -- no matter how hard I tried.

But, then again, I really am the Queen of Denial.