It Really Was a Long December (+NaBloPoMo GO!)
Yes. I’m participating in NaBloPoMo on this blog, too. Theme over here? Lyrical snip-its from songs that make me think about our adoption or adoption in general along with explanations. For thirty days. There ya go. It’s all I got idea wise. There are quite a few songs that make me think about our specific adoption. There are others that, heard after or before the fact, also relate in some way. There are still others that speak solely to the loss or other emotions felt in adoption. And so, I’m going to hit on thirty of them. I know you’re excited. Let’s GO!
A Long December by Counting Crows.
Uh, yeah. This song was, prior to pregnancy and relinquishment, one of my favorites. It still ranks as a favorite but now it is smothered with emotion and sometimes I simply cannot listen to it. For those who don’t know, Munchkin was due on Christmas Eve. She was born eleven days early. It was a very, very long December. I had health issues with the pregnancy. The long process of birth. The hospital stay which felt like forever and nothing at the same time. Going home without a baby. The signing of the TPR, even though the first one was null and void due to an error on the(ir) attorney’s aprt. Packing up everything I owned. Moving to Ohio six days after delivering a baby, still with the stitches in my crotch. Christmas, without a baby to celebrate. And then, only then, did the month end.
Some lyrics for you.
The smell of hospitals in winter
and the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters… but no pearls.
Have you smelled a hospital? In winter? It’s a lonely smell, even if you’re not lonely. Munchkin was born on a snowy night. Appropriate, as I’m a snow lover. The hospital in which I delivered places Mothers and babies on the bottom floor (a billion light years from the front door). I had the blinds cracked and watched the snow fall. Alone. As I wasn’t allowed to have my daughter that first night after she was born (in the afternoon). After everyone left, well, it was just me. And my tears. And the snow outside my window. It was a very lonely night.
Hospitals smell the same to me now. And especially heavy in winter. Which is unfortunate as I seem to deliver all of my babies in the late days of autumn or early days of winter. Walking into a hospital now, smelling the mixture of health and fear and death and cleanliness and germs… it sits so heavy on my soul. I get overwhelmed most every time I’m in a hospital. I try to avoid them. That’s hard when you’re pregnant and have complications, no?
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her.
Ah. The second (and last) night in the hospital. I was allowed to keep my daughter for awhile after everyone went back to warm, cozy homes and hotel rooms (J and D). We sat. Sometimes silently. But often with me talking to her. I explained things as best I could even though they didn’t make the most sense, even to me as I was saying them. She didn’t seem to mind. She listened. She stared at me. Very hard. So serious was her expression. I cried. She didn’t. I tried to explain the “things I could not show her” and how her new parents would do a better job. She kept the same expression.
The snow was still laying outside.
If you think that I could be forgiven… I wish you would.
This line cuts through me. Deeply. Someday, I’m going to have to answer, to my daughter, for decisions made. Whether or not x-person or y-agency or z-societal-pressure made me feel unable to parent, I’m still going to have to own up to what was done. To my daughter. And accept whatever emotion she has at face value. And while I’ll always give her the space to feel however she wants, my heart longs to hear the words, “It’s okay. I forgive you.”
I wonder if I’ll ever forgive myself.
Yes, it was a long December that year. In fact, most Decembers have been rather long since that time. As I sit here listening to this song, I wonder, sadly, if December will ever be able to hold all the joy it used to hold. I mean, I got married in December in part because we’re winter people, in part because we wanted a red/green wedding, in part because that’s when everything was available and in part because I wanted some reason to celebrate in the month of December again. While our anniversary is always a nice day, the rest of the month is simply hard.
Will that end? I don’t think so. The hard parts have changed. For example, now it’s not so much just about the loss itself, the physical separation of mother and child. No. Now I get to watch BigBrother open presents on Christmas morning and I get to feel new pangs of loss. I don’t think this ends. I think it just changes.
I think it just changes.
Adoption, in General, Firstmotherhood, Holidays, Lyrics, NaBloPoMo, The Hospital | Jenna | November 1, 2007
Well damn. *sniff*
I don’t know how you get through the month. You’ve described it so vividly.
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For me the song is “The Promise” by Tracy Chapman. I heard it for the first time in the car radio on my way to get my son some children’s tylenol at an all-night pharmacy. An adult adoptee had called in to request a song for her first mom–whom she does not know. The disc jockey played Chapman’s “The Promise”. Chapman’s haunting lyrics just nailed it. About a year later we saw her in concert. I was praying the whole week beforehand that she would play it. My wonderhubby said the song was too obscure–she would only play stuff from her new album and maybe Fast Car. About halfway through the second set her band left the stage. It was just Tracy with a stool and a guitar. She said she was going to play a song that she doesn’t often get a chance to play. It was one of the few religous experiences I’ve ever had.
Tracy Chapman - The Promise Lyrics
If you wait for me
then I’ll come for you
Although I’ve traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me once in awhile
Then I’ll return to you
I’ll return and fill that space in your heart
Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
If you’ll be waiting
If you dream of me
L like I dream of you
In a place that’s warm and dark
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart
Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
If you’ll be waiting
I’ve longed for you
A and I have desired
To see your face your smile
To be with you wherever you are
Remembering
Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
Please say you’ll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good to be
In your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise
If it’s one that you can keep
I vow to come for you
If you wait for me
And say you’ll hold
A place for me
I in your heart.
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Oh, Jenna. That teared me up.
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I’m sorry you hurt. I wish the equation was different.
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That’s beautiful.
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That song is one of my favorites, too.
Just know that when I hear it, now I will also be thinking of you.
(((((hugs)))))
You said: “I wonder if I’ll ever forgive myself.”
I wonder that too.
Sending you love.
my heart was torn in reading that post. so much aloneness, so sad.