Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Guest Post By Ezra’s Daddy: Don’t Try This At Home

Yesterday just didn’t make any sense. Just about everything I did was tainted with badness, badness I tell ya. I knew I was off on the wrong foot when I cut myself shaving—actually I stabbed myself in the side of the face with a pair of scissors, a first. But it was just the beginning…

So early in the evening, I was driving in the car, on my way to pick up Ezra’s Mommy at her office downtown. We were going to a social event. As I was approaching my destination, I received a call from Ezra’s Mommy, reminding me that I was supposed to pick her up at the court that day (not the office), in another part of town, and that we would be late. She had reminded me numerous times to pick her up at that location that day, but with the onset of senility and all, I forgot. So I regrouped, turned around, and maneuvered to get through the rush hour traffic so I could get to Ezra’s Mommy. I managed to maneuver my way through all sorts of buses and cars that were in my way. I thought I was home free.

Then a police car pulled me over, no doubt as part of the city’s recession-era, revenue enhancement efforts. I was still on the phone with Ezra’s Mommy, told her where I was, and that there was a law enforcement situation that required my attention and I would talk to her later. Apparently, or allegedly, as I was told, I had made an improper right turn. As I waited for what seemed to be hours, as the officer wrote what could have been a full-length novel, given the time he spent writing it, an exasperated Ezra’s Mommy, who had travelled miles it seemed to find me, walked up to the car and asked if she could get in. I wasn’t sure—the officer hadn’t completed my application to participate in the city’s revenue enhancement program— but I told her I thought it was ok.

Finally we were on our way, and we made it to our event. One of the attendees, the first person to speak to me, asked me inappropriate personal questions, while another person congratulated Ezra’s Mommy on the birth of our new baby. Other things might have happened, but I was in a fog for the rest of the evening, just singing the lyrics to “Ooh Child” to myself.

The event was over and we went home. And the proofs for Ezra’s gravestone had come in the mail, waiting for us. Finally, my tears started flowing. What a way to end a day. What a way to spend a day. I repeat, do not try this at home.

15 comments:

m said...

Guys, so so sorry you had one of those days.

Hoping today is better and that sharp objects are no where near your face. :)

Jenni said...

o lord almighty. i'm so sorry. i had one of those days yesterday, and my husband had one last week. one of the things about lost baby world... a day that would be crummy or annoying under other circumstances becomes, you know, disaster land.

thanks for posting. it is so healing for me, and i think for many of the mamas, to hear from the daddys.

Michele said...

hearing about your day reminds me of the ones that i've felt similarly about. sending you warm hugs. both of you.

erica said...

What a day. I hope things get better and soon!

aliza said...

i'm sorry for your day...i guess it kind of represents a shitty day in the life of a babylost parent, when all so many things compound and we just can't try to keep it all together any longer, and the tears must be unleashed. because it's all really just to much for any of us to have to cope with... i do hope that today is a little better

xo

Sara said...

As if the proofs of your baby's gravestone arriving wasn't enough for one day. Thinking of you guys and hoping for gentler days for you.

Ya Chun said...

sometimes it really piles up, doesn't it?

Monique said...

Hrmph. I'm grumpy for you guys, sorry you had such a crappy day. (Hugs)

Hope's Mama said...

What a day indeed. We should get a break from all these things, being babylost. We should get a sticker to put on our car, so cops know not to pull us over. I think Simon might be having one of those days right now. He didn't finish his breakfast and the last thing he mumbled as he rushed out the door was that he didn't get time for his morning coffee. That spells disaster alone. I'll report back in a few hours.
Take care David, Ezra's wonderful Daddy.

Paige said...

What a crap, crap day. I'm so sorry. When it rains, it truly sometimes pours. Hoping for sunnier skies for you guys. xo

Sophie said...

Yep, that sounds truly horrible. I think that's why I stay at home so much. I hate going out now.

Thankyou for posting. I agree with Jenni that it is so nice to hear from the babylost papas.

Sending warm thoughts to you both.

angie said...

crappy days, now, just feel so impossibly crappy. sending you much love and hoping you don't stab your face again, the official harbinger of bad days.

areyoukiddingme said...

I hope you've gotten all the crappy out of your system for quite a while...no one should have to deal with crappy when they're still recovering from devastating.

Lani said...

yeah, we have these kinds of days all the time. where nothing goes right and it seems the world is out to get us. and on top of all that we've been burdened with.

i'm sorry david. i'm glad you and sarah are able to pick each other up when the pieces are all scattered about.

love to you both xo

Gal aka SuperMommy said...

They're doing recession fundraising efforts in my area too! I just wasted 3 precious hours online doing traffic school... I hope the days following are smoother and brighter. I'm glad you had a good cry...