I struggled with ways to remember Cameron after I lost him... Many mom's had memorial items they made for other angel mommies. It was such a sweet thing to do and helped me memorialize Cameron. I tried to think about something I could do, but could never think of a good enough idea. Like other angel mommies, I had a hard time feeling the NEED to take care of my baby, but have no baby to take care of. I think a lot of us start doing memorials and blogs in order to feel that need to take care and mother our babies. This is the only way we have. Christian's Memorial Beach is one that a mother made for her baby and she writes names in the sand during a sunset. It's so beautiful and thank you for making me one for my son! :)
As long as I can remember I have wanted to be a lawyer. I went through my whole life and through college with the sole intent on going to law school. And I went. I was ecstatic about getting accepted and moving to Fort Worth. It was my dream. And I loved it. At first.
As the second semester came, I realized my heart wasn't in it. It wasn't what I imagined and it was super expensive. And then I saw the job market. I read tons of articles about law students that couldn't find lawyer jobs after they graduated with $150,000 in loans! I just couldn't do it and I left back to San Antonio. And I came back completely confused. All my life I had planned on being a lawyer... and now I decided I didn't want to do that, so what was I to do?
I went from wanting to be a pilot to a teacher to back to being a claims adjuster. I was just all over the place, but didn't feel that those were any that I wanted to make a career out of. Then the regret set in of quitting law school. I thought I shouldn't have. I should have just stuck it out. And although I know I wouldn't mind being a lawyer still, Cameron has showed me my real calling. I figured this out shortly after I lost him.
My doctor had referred me to a postpartum counselor. I called her and told her what happened and she didn't seem to be very understanding... everything was business. Plus, she was booked up for the next two months! I asked if she had another counselor she could refer me to and she told me the only other one that specialized in postpartum counseling was her partner and she was also booked for about the next two month. I was dumbfounded. I live in San Antonio, Texas. One of the largest cities and there's only two postpartum counselors here? I did my own research online and found the same results. I also looked in Houston and Dallas and found similar results. This was crazy.
I was frustrated and sad and grieving... feeling all those emotions and needing a counselor... and wanting one that understood. Yet, I would have to wait two months to speak to someone. I ended up finding another counselor that a co-worker recommended to me... and it's worked out well, but I can't believe that I was having to deal with the dilemma of finding a counselor that specialized in my difficult type of loss on top of my grief. It just didn't seem right. I was crying out of frustration and didn't know what to do.
I wondered how many other women had to go through this. Had to feel the dread and sorrow of losing their child and then having no one to go to. No one that understood them.
I realized that this is what I wanted to do. I want to be a resource for other parents. For other people dealing with grief, but especially dealing with the loss of their child. It's a totally unfair situation that we have to deal with. And with no one to turn to immediately, it just seems to compound more and more...
I already had my bachelor's degree... so I applied to UTSA for my Master's in Social Work. I was first going to go into counseling, but my counselor advised me that the Social Work master's program will give me better opportunities and is more respected in the community. I so thank her for telling me this since I had no way to navigate on my new career path!
Just yesterday I got a response from UTSA that I was OFFICIALLY ACCEPTED!
I am beyond ecstatic. These last three days have been pretty hard on me... I've been stuck inside my home, sleeping all day. I haven't felt like doing anything nor had any energy to do anything. I know this is part of the whole depression thing... and I'm working on it. It's just hard to overcome. I will never wake up to Cameron's cry... and that's something I realize everyday I awake.
But now I am on a path to keep Cameron's memory alive and help other mom's and dad's that have to go on this terrible, unfortunate path that no one should have to go on. Because of Cameron, he showed me my path in life. I love you my baby. I hope I can do good in your name. I promise to try my best and make you proud.