And next week, I promise more than a BlueJays logo.

Leave a comment October 20, 2015 drworobec

Hmmmm……

Well, I’m not quite sure how to followup what happened last night. There was just that tiny goings-on of the Federal election and that other tiny happening of the BlueJay game. It was kind of a big night for Canadians. I was up very, very late, and my alarm went off very, very early. So, like many of you, I will be fueled by caffeine and sugar today. Paleo, what?

But if I write much about the election I am bound to get myself into trouble (the whole politics and religion thing at the dinner table, remember? This blog is my dinner table and you and I are just sitting down for the appetizer.), and if I write much about the BlueJays, well, you already know my stance on that. But it seems remiss to write about anything other than the above-mentioned topics, since my posts come from a place of genuine interest. So there we have it, a rock and a hard place.

I will just post this, since I’M GOING TO GAME 4 TODAY and it’s at the top of my mind.

And next week, I promise more than a BlueJays logo.

You are the Person I Wrote this For

4 Comments October 13, 2015 drworobec

October 15th is soon rolling around again. October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day.

I had a devastating miscarriage in 2011 and I often pour my heart out about it around this time of year; the purpose being to try to lessen the stigma of miscarriage and the awfulness that surrounds it. Every year, when I publish ‘Break the Silence,’ I have women email me to share their stories of grief and loss. Sometimes these women are complete strangers who found me through WordPress. Sometimes these women are patients who haven’t told me about their experiences. Sometimes these women are friends, sometimes good friends….. and most times I have no idea they’ve been through this pain until I receive their email. So this tells me that there is still stigma, there is still silence, there is still suffering, and there is still work to do.

If you have not yet read my ‘Break the Silence‘ post, I hope that you will today.

However, this year, I’m going to approach things differently. Today I am going to tell you about what can happen after a miscarriage. Today I’m going to try to give you hope that there is another side, a happy side, beyond all of your sadness. For me, that happy side came in the form of my daughter. My rainbow baby, some would say; a beautiful and bright spot that comes following a storm.

I’ve written about her many times over the years, from what she taught me on maternity leave, to her fiery strength, to her happy disposition, to my hopes and dreams for her….. but I haven’t written about what that little girl does for my heart. I mean really, really does for my heart. You see, she helped me out of my deep sadness into an even deeper happiness. The thing is, she thinks I hung the moon; she’s my shadow, my sidekick, my little buddy. When her little feet pad into our bedroom at all hours of the night and she whispers, “Mommy, can we snuggle?”, oh my sweet girl, of course we can.

My miscarriage is still in the back of my mind, but it’s not at the front, like it used to be. It still hurts to remember, but it doesn’t hurt as much, not like it used to be. I don’t remember the anniversary of our loss every year, not like it used to be. And I don’t tear up when I talk about it, not like it used to be. So if you’re reading this and you’re nodding your head in understanding or crying your tears in heartbreak, well then, you are the person I wrote this for. Email me, talk to me, and I will share your sorrow.

And P.S., this is my life right now:

Here’s a Picture of a Shaved Llama

Leave a comment October 6, 2015 drworobec

I’ve got writer’s block
Nothing’s coming to me,
So a poem you will get
With a cadence of three.

I’m not sure what to write,
What to say, what to mention,
When there’s so much to say
But a bit of apprehension.

This blog is professional,
Part of my job you might say,
So I’m a bit censored
With my opinions today.

There’s much I could tell you
About Harper and such,
But if I go down that road
It might be a bit much.

And with kids in the media
Being killed by a drunk,
My rage is turned up and
My filter debunk.

So I have to be careful
About saying too much.
It is for this reason
A private blog may be clutch.

A place I could vent
One hundred percent truth,
To know it was me,
Well, you’d have to sleuth.

But that’s not the case,
Only one blog have I,
So from me this week,
These words are my try.

I do have a list
Of all-drafted posts,
And yet none grabbed a hold
And moved me the most.

But you’ve seen a few poems
From me over the years;
There was one right here
And one to say cheers.

But this week, I’m empty,
My creativity gone,
And I find from a poem
An idea may spawn.

Stay tuned for next week,
It may be something quite foul,
Or perhaps I’ll just show you
What’s making me howl:

Thanks for reading along,
My nearly 400 words.
Your brain might be fried,
Your eyes nearly blurred.

If you’ve been here from the start,
In 2012 May,
You’ll know that I’ve published
Every single Tuesday.

That’s 178 times
I’ve shared things with you,
And I so appreciate
That you’ve been here too.

I’ve gone from just a few readers
To five hundred a week.
I love the input you give,
And even the critique.

I write about what’s important,
At least in my mind,
And there’s no more authentic
A blog you will find.

Except for that private one
Mentioned above,
And that one, my friends,
Will stay hidden, sort of…..