I went back to work this week. I was anxious about it all weekend though I didn’t talk about it much. The part that worried me most was being able to keep it together while teaching the kids. With each school that I went into, it was seeing the teachers that ended up being the hardest part. Each teacher or director gave me a huge hug and was really very emotional about it. Chris had to face this right away since he went back to work 3 weeks later. So now, almost 2 months later, it was all coming full force right back to me. Most of the people I see on a daily basis either don’t know me and my situation or have seen me continuously throughout these last 8 weeks. I really have had little contact with people who know what happened but who I have not seen yet.
Some kids asked about the baby, which I knew would happen. Most of the time I was able to blow it off because the moments that they asked it just didn’t seem appropriate to tell what happened. How do you tell a group of little kids that my baby died, especially ones who didn’t know me or even know that I was pregnant? We pretty much left it to each parent to tell their own child. Which then of course makes it that much harder for me since I’m really not sure what they told them. I’ve read that being honest with children is the best way to handle it. But really, is there a best way?
There was one 4yr old group yesterday where I had taught all of them up until I left for my break. It was clear that some knew what happened while others did not. They asked, so I told them straight out, my baby was born and then he died right after he was born. I am very sad about it, but I know being with them will make me feel better. I asked them for hugs and they all gave them to me. Then we immediately started our yoga class. They didn’t need to talk about it anymore. They were ready to move on and do some yoga- the yoga they missed so much while I was gone. It was as easy as that.
With kids, luckily they don’t hold it like we do. It’s too abstract for them, and they don’t see me anyway on a daily basis so they just don’t think about it. They know its sad, but it doesn’t make them sad all the time like it does for us. The day before I saw some of the older kids I taught, and they were truly sad for me. I saw it in their faces and how they looked at me. I don’t know how much of it they are holding onto, these girls were 10 & 11 yrs old, not 3 & 4 like the others, but they get it.
It’s so hard to bring so much sadness to those around you, especially these innocent kids. On the other hand though, it is life and with life, comes death. Sometimes a life is cut way too short, much shorter then we all had expected. I guess we all need to understand that not everyone gets to live to 80 or 90 or 100yrs old. I still haven’t come to terms with the fact that my baby got to have only 10 hours of life. It just doesn’t seem fair. I wish I could move on like the kids do and just go on with my daily life, only getting sad when Silas is mentioned for that moment. But that doesn’t happen. He is always present, he hangs out in the forefront of my brain. He is with me with every single thing I do. Lately I’ve been trying to numb the pain with shopping. A trip to TJ Maxx or Target could do wonders for depression. I’ve been obsessed with finding the perfect bag for work so I go to a different TJ Maxx every day, searching for that perfect bag. I actually buy one, use it a few days with the tag still on it, and then return it and find a new one to try out. While I’m shopping, I’m also thinking about Silas because I see all the other mom’s and their babies out shopping together and I think about how that would have been me. I see mom’s yelling at their little ones who are too noisy or annoying and wish that they could understand how lucky they are to have their child with them, even though they may be a little too loud for their liking. But I keep on, looking for that butter dish, some fancy spices, a new cast iron frying pan. TJ Maxx is the best place for all those weird items you really don’t need but somehow feel compelled to buy.
I am grateful for the work I do, for this business I chose to start over 5 years ago. This yoga I am trying to teach the little ones to use in times of anger, sadness, anxiety, is what is also getting me through my each and every day. I am practicing what I preach. As tough as I thought it would be to be with all of these children, its really not. They bring such a sweetness and an innocence to everything we do. Silas is with me while I wag my dogtail, fly like a butterfly and sing Om Shanti Shanti Peace. I am able to laugh and smile and take pride in what I do, the joy I bring to all of these beautiful kids. I will let them teach me in turn to find my joy again.

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November 20, 2008 at 6:27 pm
Sally
I can see your need to be surrounded by children Lani. I’ve had a few friends here with their babies since Hope died and it has been nice. I got some of the toys we had for Hope out, and we let them play with them. Our kids would have shared toys eventually one day. And in a few weeks, I’m having 3 babies here for a mini first birthday party. They were all born in December last year and while I don’t feel strong enough to attend their parties, I still love them and want to celebrate their lives. So I’m having them and their Mamas here, and we’ll sing and play with Hope’s toys and I’ll smile and feel like a real Mother.
You’re right, it is the random kids in the street and at the shops who get me. They get me everytime. I ventured out to the shops yesterday (and yes, retail therapy has been helping me too!) and it was hard. I’m sure there was a pram and pregnant lady convention. Or were they always there and it is just that I notice them more now? I don’t know. All I know is, it should be me, and it should be you and we should never have met.
Om Shanti to you Lani xo
November 20, 2008 at 6:35 pm
Marybeth
It is great to hear that the kids are helping you, and that you are able to glean such a different perspective from them. Keep on keeping on Lani. Lots of love to you.
November 20, 2008 at 6:45 pm
defiantmuse
I have been reading your blog for the last couple of months but never commented before. I suppose I often don’t know what to say that could be of any help. But it occurred to me that maybe just saying that I’m here and I’m reading may be of help. Through everything you two are going through, as tragic and difficult though it is, you’re writing about it with such beauty and raw honesty and it moves me.
Also, I am happy to read that, although things unfolded the way they did, you’re not questioning your decision for a homebirth. We planned a homebirth with our daughter but ended up having to transfer to the hospital after 24 hrs. where at least I managed to avoid a c-section. But I remained positive in my core that it was the right decision for me to attempt tp birth in my home environment. And when I found myself pregnant again this fall we were planning another homebirth. The pregnancy ended up being ectopic and I’m still recovering from that physically. But I know next time we will again plan for a homebirth. Although I heard many un-supportive comments from family and friends I would never allow that to deter me from a path I feel so strongly about. Am I really commend you for staying true to that and not getting caught up in the “what if” factor. What happened to you is horrible and shitty, no doubt. And I wish there was something, anything, I could do or say that would help in any way.
November 20, 2008 at 7:55 pm
tash
Someone, a woman I don’t know at all come to think of it, comes into my daughter’s school and teaches her yoga once every two weeks. She adores it, and her teacher.
I saw how excited my daughter was when she told me her *music* teacher had a baby, and it damn near broke my heart. But I want you to know, if you had told this to a class containing a child like my daughter, she would’ve known your pain, and shared it with you, and hugged you unconditionally. I know her, and I know she would’ve shared that story with me, as well as her commonality. You never know whom you’re going to touch, and who will reach out.
Thanks for doing what you do. Thinking of you.
November 20, 2008 at 8:30 pm
Tina
Oh Lani, I know you’re not so full of joy right now….but i’m so happy to read that working with the kids was easier than you were anticipating. That they were able to melt your heart with a hug or bring a smile or laugh to your lips is what i was hoping you’d find when you returned to them. They are so sweet and innocent and honest. I know you don’t like to bring sadness to others, especially the kids, when you have to tell them about Silas, but being honest is so important. Our society really does not like to talk about death and dying and I feel like that leaves us completely unprepared until we’re faced with it in our own lives or in the lives of people we love. And they missed you and yoga!! (no surprised there
You are providing for these children – our society’s future – opportunities to learn ways to make them feel good about themselves, ways to stay healthy, ways to process stress and emotions…you are doing such amazing work and I’m SO proud of you for taking it back on so soon. Sending lots of love to you and bones everyday. Love you guys! ~tina
November 20, 2008 at 11:35 pm
mammaliza
it’s good to hear what you are doing and that it has brought a little bit of joy, a smile and some gratitude into your life. it’s such good and holy work.
target was really hard for me, i went crazy seeing all the moms and babies- wish i could get that jealousy and bitterness out of me…but it’s hard to see what should have been…i have been protecting myself from all the babies, even those of my good friends, and that’s hard and kind of sad…
it’s good to hear that you have been able to find meaning again and continue touching the children you work with.
November 21, 2008 at 12:15 am
mom
ah…the moment finally arrived and i am so happy that it went well for you…it is so interesting how our venues are so different but our experiences are the same….you are the daughter of my teachers heart…i have always been so proud of what you have accomplished as a teacher…and i told you that your students will help you to feel better about the world around you. two months ago …as i walked into my college classroom….having to face all those sad faces ….i found solice in the job that i do and the young adults i teach…..they of course were old enough to know my pain and sorrow and they were there to help lift me up…….this week you were able to get the same comfort from the smiles and joy of the children who you teach….they love you and they love what you do for them…..it has to help.
and i too find shopping a mixed blessing….seeing small babies in their mothers arms or being pushed in a carriage just destroys me….
but my darling daughter…..we will all have our time when joy shall be back in our lives….i know this to be true….meanwhile you will continue to teach those children well…..you will give them your heart as they give theirs to you….you are fabulous at what you do and i am so happy that you have found your way back.
how lucky they are.,
November 21, 2008 at 5:37 am
Wendy
Lani, When my son died at age 20 by suicide, he had 5 nieces and nephews that were under the age of 8. We had no idea what to tell them, and of course we didn’t want to exclude them because we know how much they loved their Uncle Caleb who had been so close to them all his life.
We found a wonderful book “The next place” by Warren Hanson. It isn’t a religious book about death, but a very spiritual book. We read it over and over to the grandchildren – their parents handed it out to their kids teachers and asked them to include it in reading sessions, the children talked about the “circle of life” with everyone. We didn’t find any parent in all of the children’s schools or pre-school/daycare who didn’t simply love this book and whole heartedly joined in to help support our grandchildren. Who were on their own journey of grief. It is hard to understand in the early weeks and months that there are others who are grieving with you, but feel they don’t have a right to claim their grief because it wasn’t their child.
Maybe you could do the same thing. Silas may bring the first understand to these precious children what sadness is about, how we grieve, how bad things happen to good people – what love is all about. I hope your school will join you in giving them this most important of all lifes lessons – how to understand and grieve loss.
In the early days – it was easier to slip under the radar and hope that we could all pretend to just go on with life, hope that when we return to the world and no one will speak of our pain less it cause us to loose it! And how difficult that was to do in those early days. But soon you might find that your heart is just breaking for someone – anyone – even one of those 4 years olds to say – “I’m sorry your baby Silas went to the next place and left you here without him. You must be sad” We become searchers for those who are brave enough to just say their name in our presence.
((((((((((((((((((((((((((Silas))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Peace and Love
Wendy