We now know the results of Reece's autopsy and tests, and I thought the fastest and most effective way to share this information with those that are interested would be to write it here.
To start, at a Dr's appointment approx 3 weeks ago, my Dr told me she had received the findings of the brain samples that had been sent to BC for testing ( we do not have any neuropaths in Saskatchewan), the tests showed Reece did not have Meningitis.
This weekend Grant received a call from a local coroner, letting him know that although they were sorry to have to tell us this, they were unable to determine a cause of death for Reece. Grant asked "what about the stuff they were testing from her lungs" and the corner said they determined that was a result of the CPR.
After much discussion with our family Dr, we can guess it was likely some sort of pneumonia-related virus, which as such, would not show on an autopsy, and would hit an already weakened immune system, like Reecey's, quickly.
I was upset to not have a name to put on the 'thing' that took the greatest love of my life away from me. I guess I was hoping to have a disease or sickness to turn my energies on to eradicate from this earth in some way. Now I'm just left with reality. And after speaking with my Dr today, she reminded me, that that
is all we have, the reality in front of us, and we have to deal with it and keep going.
As much as I want to, for many reasons, one being the new baby we are expecting in December, I can't help but replay that horrific morning, when Reecey reached her arms to me in the bathroom and said "mommy' and as I stood holding her waiting for the shower to steam the bathroom, she fell back, and I pulled her soother out of her mouth and saw her lips were blue.
And my baby was gone, as much as I desperately tried to bring her back, begging the universe to forgive me for whatever I did to deserve this, to please not take my angel from me. She was my joy. She was what made me happy.
And now I have to deal with the reality, that she is gone. I have no idea where to begin.
I suppose I've been 'avoiding' the grieving process, by waiting for the autopsy results, focusing on building a park in her memory, trying to keep up appearances that all is well, and that I can just keep functioning. Well the truth of the matter is, I'm human. And I can't keep up appearances. And I can keep avoiding reality.