Saturday, March 30, 2019

Angel Mama Shirt

(Topic: Bereaved mothers, sewing, alterations)

Hi Friends!

Last year I got a T-shirt from a large online personalization/printing company that sells hats, shirts, mugs, mousepads... anything you could print and personalize.

One of the designs they carry is a "Mother of an Angel" shirt! There are options out there, and this company's shirt was one of the designs I liked better.

When I got the shirt, though, I was very disappointed in the sleeves, because I felt like I couldn't lift my arms up, because they were sewn at a strange angle.

Well, I can sew, right? So I figured I'd try to fix them!
I found a piece of knit/jersey in a coordinating pink, and cut triangles, hemmed them, and inset them.



Note the corner pointing toward my elbow...
Because the original sleeve was so slanted down, that the triangle ends up making a bit of a corner, but that isn't too bad. The only thing I could have done was actually make the triangle less wide. As it is, the sleeve is actually a bit too floppy and the pink kind of folds up on itself. But I don't mind enough to change it! As it is, it took a shirt I was horribly frustrated with and didn't want to wear, and turned it into a shirt I really like!



Yours,

Sarah

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Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Why I'll Never Use The Last Paper Towel

(Topic: Grief Triggers, pregnancy, stillbirth)

honestly even this picture is uncomfortable for me


Hi Friends,

This is a story I alluded to recently, when I talked about why my posts aren't always posted exactly on schedule.

I mentioned various triggers, one of which was empty paper towel tubes. That one isn't obvious to most people, since it's based very specifically on an experience I had shortly after Charlie died.

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During my pregnancy, we were part of a birth class that sometimes had some hands on suggestions and items. One of the things that was suggested was to find something tube shaped (like a toilet paper roll) and to use it to listen to the baby's heartbeat - and to decorate it, if you wanted!

I instantly decided that a toilet paper roll tube was too easy to find and too flimsy. I built a fantastic crazy giant "stethoscope" from industrial supplies, but I made it too complex and too big, and it didn't actually end up working. Husband's actual stethoscope did, but wasn't exciting. We left it at that.

Note that we have paper towels in our house but use them so rarely, and use them up so slowly, that we almost never have empty tubes.

Sometime during the week after Charlie died or maybe the week after the funeral, we ran out of paper towels in the kitchen, and I - without thinking - thought it would be perfect for listening to the baby's heartbeat and that we should try it!

     Then it hit me.

I walked out of the kitchen in tears, holding the empty tube, and had to try to explain to Hubby what had gone through my mind.

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My gut still lurches anytime I see an empty roll - even if it's in the trash at some business where I'm just using the restroom, even if I'm not the one using it up - just the sight of it.

We still have paper towels in the kitchen, and we still rarely use them and rarely have empty tubes... but every time, it's hard for me. Over the last 2 years I've tried to never be the one to use them up.

Lately, someone smart suggested to me that recycling the roll with one or two towels still left on it would hardly hurt anything.

From now on, the last paper towel just won't get used.


Yours,

Sarah

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Monday, March 25, 2019

An Angel Baby Blanket

(Topic: Stillbirth, knitting, donation)

Hi Friends!

Well, anxiety makes it hard to sleep and lack of sleep sometimes gives me migraines - not a great combo for sitting down and writing.

That said, I actually have a completed project to show you this week!

In the past I have donate blankets to the NICU, but then I found out there's a way to donate blankets to a cause closer to my heart (not that the NICU isn't a great place to donate to! Simply because of my own experience, the following cause is one I'm closer to).
I found out that my local infant loss support group, which is run out of a hospital, also supports families who are in the hospital and experience a loss.
One of the things they sometimes do is provide blankets to wrap the babies in. For this particular group, the parameters are 15"x15" (in non-gendered colors, for the tiny babies), and 18"x18" for the larger babies.

So when one of my sisters was asking for a knitting project idea, something portable and relatively quick, this seemed like the perfect thing to suggest! I provided yarn (white, acrylic) and needles and basic directions, and let her have at it.

And she turned out a wonderful blanket! I think my mom helped guide her (this sister is a beginning knitter), but the bulk of the work was my sister's.

Apparently the amount of yarn I gave her (which was from my stash!) was not quite enough to make up the full measurements. So I got asked to add a border. Luckily I had a similar yarn, in variegated neutral baby colors, to add an edging!

I started with her live edge, picked up down the side, across the bottom, and up the other side. I then added a few rows to the top, added a picot bind off, bound off one side, added a few rows and a picot bind off to the bottom, then bound off the other side.

All this worked fine, but I was having some rolling issues, so I decided to do some stitching to even things out.


Stitching the edging to the row that I picked up from. You can see the difference it makes in reducing the curl.

Here I'm stitching one of my added rows to one of the blanket rows, in effect doing an after-the-fact welt. Again, it makes a huge difference in having the edging lie flat.

From the back, you can see how I'm taking the row that was displaced by me picking up stitches, and stitching it to the edging two rows up.

The beautiful finished project! The slight widening on the ends is due to the picot edging placing a lot of stitches in a narrow space.

Credit goes mostly to my sister who created this lovely blanket, which I certain will be loved by the family it goes to! They will cherish it if they decide to keep it, and the baby will be forever snuggled if they decide to have it stay with baby.


Yours,

Sarah

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Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Searching for Silver Linings

(Topic: life after loss)



Hi Friends,

If you lost your favorite sweater, would you appreciate me saying, "at least it was one that wasn't flattering"? No, you would likely appreciate it much more if I said, "I'm so sorry, that really sucks. I hope you find it."

Not that when someone dies, you can just "find" them again (I'll have to rant sometime about the use of the words loss/lost for death/dead/died...).

When someone in your life dies, it's surprising how many people think it's ok to say "at least", as though finding some supposed benefit would offset the loss and make it all better.

There is no "at least" in grief.

There is something else, though, that is harder to express. There actually are silver linings. Not an "at least". Saying "he didn't suffer" is an "at least", it's not a silver lining. A silver lining is a good thing that happens or that you can do, that would not have happened if the tragedy hadn't occurred.

Let me give you some examples.

It is a good thing that I developed my spreadsheet of resources, because it helps other loss families. I would never have thought of doing it if Charlie hadn't died.

There is an organization called Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, that takes pictures of babies who have died. They do wonderful things for loss families by helping them have visual memories of their child. They would not exist if the founders' baby hadn't died.

 If you look into it, almost any helping organization or research only exists because someone experienced the tragedy that the organization or research is helping to provide support for or battle to minimize.

All I'm saying is that if you are spending time with a grieving person, saying "at least" and finding trivialities that minimize their loss is not helpful. However, pointing out the good they are doing for others (and maybe noting that they are doing it in memory of someone) might be helpful - it is a silver lining - good coming out of tragedy, which is a powerful force and motivator. Sometimes knowing the darkness helps you know to light a lamp for others coming behind you through the same valley.

With love,

Yours,

Sarah

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Saturday, March 16, 2019

Crocheted stripey scrap blanket

(Topic: Crocheting)

Hi Friends,

This is a project I've been doing for a long time (as in, many years).
It started with some scrap cotton yarn I had, starting with a red stripe. Then I unraveled the (not stretchy non-wearable) socks, and those blues and yellows came next. Then I added some whole balls of cotton yarn I had, and simply added by whim from there!

I consider the red stripe to be the bottom of the blanket. This will hopefully be for a twin or queen (I haven't checked dimensions yet).

The full stripe set so far! Next is a medium blue, then a light blue. Note that for much of the center, I put a narrow stripe of green between each color, but I'm going to change up whether or not I do it, depending on what colors I do.

Literally all of the blanket is single crochet - on purpose, so that this remains a simple and easy project to pick up when I need a break from knitting lacy things!

No idea when I'll actually finish it, but I assure you that you will see pictures when I do!

Yours,

Sarah

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Friday, March 15, 2019

Constant Inundation

(Topic: life after loss, triggers)



Hi friends,

One of the crazy and difficult things about life after loss is that many, many things can remind me - in some way - of the loss. Whether it's something that reminds me of Charlie directly (like seeing babies and toddlers), reminds me of a symbol for him (like tigers or dragonflies or peacocks), or reminds me of an experience related to him (such as pregnant women, certain baby clothes, or even empty paper towel tubes, they're everywhere. And when one of these reminders brings on a really strong reaction, it's a "trigger" and can result in me getting majorly upset or having a panic attack. Not all of these triggers are going to be obvious, even to someone who knows me, so sometimes it can seem like I get upset out of nowhere.

Then, because of the way this affects the mind of the grieving parent, there can be secondary ramifications, such as the fact that death and loss are an uncontrollable thing, so some loss parents get very particular about planning and control, much like people who suffer from clinical anxiety. Other parents have depression-like symptoms, with feelings of hopelessness. As you might imagine, sudden changes of plans might be a trigger for the first type, and things going wrong might be problematic for the second type. So as you might imagine, since the mental effects of infant loss are far reaching, the triggers can be many and varied, and non-obvious.

I'm mentioning this because you may have noticed that my posting can occasionally be erratic. I try to post loss-related content on Wednesdays and hobby-related content on Saturdays. But lately that has been less reliable. Why? Because there have been hard days, triggers, grief events, and also just generally busy life interfering with writing. It can be very difficult to write about grief, so I try to do it on a day I'm feeling calm and collected. I also try to work ahead, and have posts ready so I'm not writing them the night before or the day of. But if I'm having a string of hard days, of Charlie days, I'm not always able to write. So I sometimes run out of prepared posts, don't have the emotional energy to write new ones, and then something everyday might come up in my life that day, and Poof! No new post that week.

I'm not writing this as an excuse, or a groveling apology. This blog is intended to be honest and raw and show you some of what infant loss grief is like if you don't personally know, and to be a fellow-parent if you are someone who DOES know. So this post is intended to be honest and true about some of the difficulties I face in writing for you.

Over the past few weeks we've had some larger issues come up that triggered our grief (that I'm not ready to write about here), as well as some smaller ones (like seeing an empty paper towel tube while at a knitting shop, like seeing a tiger logo on a public bathroom changing table, like getting to visit Charlie for the first time in a while). We are also planning and packing for a move, and I'm trying to build a business, and hubby's hours are long. It all adds up, and in the end, I'm just tired. Did you know that grief is exhausting? It really is.

So now that you know some of what I'm facing, I'd like to ask for your patience when I'm having weeks like this. I will do my best to still provide content for you to read, when I can. In turn, I'd like to ask for your help in 2 ways:

1) Let me know if you liked a post! Tell me that you read it, tell me why you liked it, or what touched you about it. Knowing that my posts are actually read and appreciated is a HUGE help to my motivation! I even had an email last week from my mom last week, because she recognized the shirt I'd made Pookie's bagpipes out of. It just said something like "I remember that shirt! It was comfy!". Even that little note just let me know that someone was out there and listening. Thank you.

2) Another way you could help would be to let me know what part of my life after loss would be interesting to hear about. To me, since I am learning to live with my circumstances, some things can feel everyday or normal, and it doesn't occur to me that it might actually be interesting for someone to read my reflections on it. Let me know!

Ever with love, and in memory of our baby Charlie and all the other little babies out there whose parents miss them so much,
Yours,
Sarah


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Monday, March 11, 2019

Mommy and Me Apron

(Topic: Sewing, Teddy bear clothes)

Hi Friends!

Well, I had a migraine on Saturday and was busy on Sunday, so here's the post I was supposed to finish on Saturday. Oops!

This is a project I really, really enjoyed. This is the first matching outfit Pookie and I have.


This is my apron. I did not make it: I got it from Grove.co and I like it. It's not perfect, but it's nice. I had to add some extra strap to the neck to make it long enough, for instance.

While I was at the fabric store finding cotton strap for MY apron, I found mini cotton strap!!! So I also found some red fabric that was similar enough to the canvas of my apron. The part that was tricky was finding a fabric that mimicked the pocket fabric on mine. After much hunting, I found this fabric in the flannels, which has as similar visual effect!

Laying it out after cutting out the basic shape.

Pinning the hems, and testing pocket size to get the right proportions.

All sewn, and I've added eyelets to mimic the grommets on mine.

All done! I hand stitched the straps.

Hanging with mine in the kitchen!

Pookie and Mommy handling dinner with panache!

He's helping dry the dishes afterward, too. What a helpful bear!



Yours,

Sarah

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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Grief Language and Mental Health Issues related to grief

(Topic: Talking about grief, mental health and related items, and the language that we can use to talk about them)


Dear Friends,

*** NOTE: I AM NOT A MENTAL HEALTH EXPERT, OR A DOCTOR. THESE ARE MY OWN OBSERVATIONS. IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED HELP, PLEASE CONTACT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL ***

One of the things my husband and I have noticed is that we have developed a bit of our own language to discuss some of the mental health issues going on (basically all of which are resultants of grief).

Fascinatingly, there are multiple mental health issues that are a natural extension of grief. I've only really read about grief following infant loss, so my observations are based on my own experiences, and on what I've read - in both cases, this is limited to pregnancy and infant loss scenarios. Grief is a funny beast. Like other issues that affect your mental health, it's hard to figure out how to explain when you're inside it because it affects how you think and act, and it can be hard to understand when you're outside it, because it seems to alter the personality of the person you're trying to understand.

Overall, though, some common reactions seem to be anxiety-style symptoms, depression-style symptoms, and PTSD-style symptoms. I'm phrasing it like this, because often the person who has these symptoms doesn't have enough or quite exactly what would be truly diagnosed as full anxiety, or full depression, or full PTSD. There are many other manifestations too, such as sleep issues, a feeling of empty arms, and many other things. They are, simply, grieving, and grief is a many-sided thing.


There is an aspect of mental health issues that is purely medical: for instance, depression (when on its own) is actually your brain not doing its brain chemistry right. In this instance, then, one of the more obvious treatment routes can be medication, to re-balance the chemicals. (This is parallel to, say, diabetes: your body isn't doing sugar chemistry right, so you use medication to help re-balance the sugar chemistry so you feel better and are more healthy.)

Another aspect isn't as directly medical, and is much more emotional. That's where it gets seriously complicated to put into words. Since grief is a complex set of feelings and reactions based on an emotional event, a lot of grief falls into this messy category. And because it's a messy beast, and impacts YOU in your current age, place in life, and personality, it can mean that the resulting mental health effects can vary hugely. In this case, I have found it extremely helpful to go to a therapist, because they have the training to give me tools to cope with the issues better, and the distance from the emotion and the issues to have a cool head and an outside/third-party perspective

One of the things I do with my therapist is get her help figuring out which definitions fit me, and how I relate to the technical details of what I'm experiencing. I actually feel I deal better with what's going on if I have words to put to it.

Because so much of the grief experience is personal, it was helpful to me and my hubby to create a bit of our own "code" for talking about what we are experiencing, too. This enables him, for example, to alert me that I'm acting like my anxiety is bothering me, but in a fun way that doesn't make things worse. It's not necessarily obvious to outsiders, either, but that wasn't the point - it really started as a nerdy joke and just worked for us.

Specifically, the word that we use is based on a quote from my favorite Shakespeare play, Hamlet. Towards the beginning, Hamlet's dead father, as a ghost, says that he can't tell Hamlet about where he spends his time - but if he did, it would shock Hamlet so much his hair would stand on end like porcupine quills. Here's the quote:

That last line, particularly.

This is the picture my particular copy has!
 The term "fretful porpentine" is the phrase we latched onto. Because when I'm anxious, I often act fretful! So now, we talk about my porpentines acting up, or running around.

Why do I find this helpful? It helps me distance myself from how the anxiety feels. It helps me say "it's a feeling I'm experiencing, it's not my whole world." It also helps me realize that I can regain some amount of being rational, and helps me prevent spiraling into panic or into a dullness similar to depression (depending on the reasons that the anxiety is being an issue).

 I'm not saying that everyone with grief or grief-related issues does this. I'm guessing some people do, and I'm pretty sure many people don't. Hubby and I are both language-y and word-y types. We both love to read, and write, and pun, and play with words. So for us, this was a natural way for us to work through and deal with the issue.


Yours,

Sarah

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Saturday, March 2, 2019

Scottish Pookie

(Topic: sewing, crafts, weighted bear)

Hi Friends!

Remember a few weeks ago, when I knitted a hat for Pookie? One of the things hubby noticed was that Pookie's hat, when set on top of his head, looks like a tam. Hubby joked that Pookie would start borrowing daddy's bagpipes! Well, you know me: this put a flea in my ear, and I started planning...

The beginnings.
 After much thought and tinkering, I came up with the beginnings of the pipes! A plaid bag (cut from an old flannel shirt) and some dowels from the craft store. They are stained using sharpie and then sprayed with an art sealant. I wrapped the base of each pipe with more fabric, glued on, so that it would not pull through the bag once inserted. I shaped the mouth piece and drew fingering dots on the chanter part. The holes were made using a large knitting needle, wielded as a sort of bodkin for creating a mostly not-cut hole for the pipe to exit through. And the whole thing is stuffed with polyfill, since Pookie can't fill up a bag with breath, so it needed stability!

Finished pipes!

Oh wait, where's that tam that started it all?
 At this point I had started to think that he needed a full outfit. All of this was made in secret from the hubby, who I was intending to surprise, but I had several friends in on it, and they all concurred that he needed a kilt. So I went back to the old flannel shirt, and started cutting out as many rectangles as I could, given what was left of the shirt! I also salvaged the buttons (most of which are now in my button box) and one of the plackets that had been concealing the button holes - it might make a good waistband, with less work on my part.

I sewed the rectangles end to end, matching up the woven plaid. This gave me a long strip, that I sewed into a large (but short) tube. I hemmed one side of the tube, and then pleated the other side. I re-pleated 3 times to get it to fit the waistband length properly and to have the pleats line up with the plaid stripes the way I wanted!

On the ironing board.You can see the back opening on the other side of the board, and all the pins holding the pleats in place as I iron. I left them in place until I had the waistband attached, then also did a second line of stitching about a half inch lower to hold the pleats in place to look more tidy on Pookie.

Front waistband and pleating detail.

Back closure detail.

Oh, and I threw a sash together, too. Why not? That's one of mommy's brooches, borrowed as a sash pin. He's got his dance shoes on - they were meant to be formal wear but the fabric was too thin, so there will be another pair of black shoes coming at some point.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound...

(side/back view: note the one taller pipe, like on real bagpipes)

Ready to surprise daddy!

The whole ensemble was a success, surprising and delighting daddy when he came home from a trip! Pookie is now ready for any Scottish celebrations, and can't wait to find out if blueberry shortbread exists!


Yours,

Sarah

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