In a way, I would love to go to sleep and wake up at the end of September... I need a break from all of these dr appts and tests and reminders. I need a break from what has happened in general. October would be a good month to skip to... We've been hopeful for what October might bring us in this journey of healing and moving on.
But when I considered the rest of the words, not just that one phrase, most of it seemed to be applicable, as well. Just take out the part about his father since our situation has to do with little lives lost instead...and the rest describes a lot about our year. Although we had two losses prior to this last one, we were still very excited and hopeful this spring as we were pregnant once again and stayed pregnant longer than the last two times. We were nervous but still hopeful and getting to the point where we felt things were really going to work...when we lost this baby as we were about to head into the second trimester. We have lost a lot of that naivete and innocence about how much really goes into keeping those babies alive while they grow inside of me. This experience has changed who we are in so many ways, and it continues to change us. At this time, in all of this pain and confusion and just being overwhelmed with everything we're dealing with, I just want a break from it. Some days, going to sleep and waking up a month later doesn't sound like the worst idea...
Wake Me Up When September Ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends...
