By Michelle Bowers
Four years later, and Im still angry. After all these years, I am still mad. Most parents take their babies home friends and family visit; its a joyous occasion. Thats not how I remember May 21, 2014.
I woke up that morning with a healthy baby; I went to bed that night terrified she would turn blue, terrified she wouldnt wake up. This wasnt what I had planned.
I was supposed to be enjoying my new little wonder; instead, I was crying. Crying over what had happened, what wouldnt happen, what could happen, but, most of all, what would happen.
I did not ask to be projected into the world of CHD with no warning, but there I was, learning that small babies have open heart surgery on a daily basis that not all babies survive, that sometimes their lives would be full of heartache and struggle. The facts, figures and the unknown were absolutely terrifying.
In those moments, I could have never anticipated how angry I would become in the passing years. There are so many wonderful things that have happened because of this diagnosis. I have met amazing people, amazing families. I have had experiences I never would have had if it wasnt for this diagnosis entering my life.
But still, I am angry. I may never know what it is like to bring home a healthy baby, and if I find out, Im sure it will be tainted with a bitter sweetness only a heart parent could understand.
A diagnosis affects so much our children especially but often skirts over what the diagnosis has taken from us as parents. I know that this happens for a variety of reasons, but when we deny the impact that this has had for us on personal level, and just bury the feelings, were doing more harm than good.
Its no secret that a parents mental health suffers when a child faces a life-threatening diagnosis.
Im angry. I oftentimes dont let myself feel angry because I simultaneously am so grateful. I know that this diagnosis has taken much more from others. I know that my experience could have been so much worse, but I am still angry and thats OK.
Its OK for me to recognize my anger. To feel it. To be sad about the losses I have experienced the last four years.
Let yourself be angry without guilt, without judgement. Without question, let yourself feel the anger.
For more information on coping with anger, see the Things You May Be Feeling Anger section of the Mended Little Hearts Guide.
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