Dennis Pelino is the Founder and Chairman of New China Media, one of the largest independent distributors of international Film and Television content into the China markets. Getaway is Pelino’s first foray into Executive Production of a feature film, an experience he says has been one of the most educational and rewarding of his career. Getaway is a very special movie to me on a personal level. Getaway stars Ethan Hawke, Selena Gomes and John Voight. Dennis Pelino is the Executive Producer. I am so very proud of him and the impressive growth of New China Media International. He’s always been a mentor and an amazing friend. Seeing my former partner from New China Media days succeed at this level is sureal.
Now, I need a date on Labor Day weekend.
Nothing in life is guaranteed…life can change in an instant. Time is not promised and moments can matter more than years, depending on how you use them so use every moment with loved ones wisely because you never know when it will be your last.
You don’t know what to expect.
People surround you. For a couple of weeks. Making sure you are not going to kill yourself, refuse to get out of bed, or start rocking a baby doll like the crazy lady they heard about from a friend.
You get lots of sympathy cards, clearly written and designed to be sent to console a daughter losing her father. Not the other way around.
You get free baby formula in the mail. For months and months and months. You become terrified to check the mail.
And free baby magazines. And free baby coupons.
You secretly envy every pregnant woman. But not without a tinge of guilt, because you know all too well that she might be one in four- expecting her rainbow child.
It seems like the whole world is expecting a baby…..everyone but you.
You have baby stuff around your home. Because you never imagined you wouldn’t need it. Everything is in perfect order waiting for your angel.
You feel jarred. In the grocery store. At a birthday party. At the dinner table. At Christmas. Driving.
The baby you never knew, but lost changes every part of your life. Every. single. part.
You see baby clothes and it brings tears to your eyes.
You get sick and tired of crying. You never knew it was possible to cry this much.
You find yourself angry at God. Angry at yourself. Just angry.
You sware you can feel them kick but she is gone. They call them phantom kicks. I call them painful, all kinds of painful. But sweet too.
You know, or you have a strong feeling of knowing what your child would have looked like, and been like. You see a child in the store, or on the street. Their hair color, dimples, smile, their personality and suddenly you are reminded of your child. You miss your child even more, if that’s even possible.
Your Babies R’ Us Registry is still active. There is no delete button on their site. The babies r’ us people don’t make a dime on people like us. Why bother right? You have to call them, plead with them to remove your freaking’ registry, because there will be no baby shower. There is an awkward silence. There is sadness. There will be no baby.
You get hospital bills about 3-4 months after you buried your child. You have to pay for the baby you delivered but didn’t bring home.
You find that moment of happiness in life for the first time, but the guilt swallows it up almost immediately.
You remember the size of the casket. The size of the plot. The face of the funeral director. The expression of those that attended the funeral. The feeling of raw pain, like your chest has literally been ripped open.
Somehow you convince yourself that you deserve happiness. Because you really do. But in the happiest, purest moment, there is still that hole that only they were meant to fill.
People compare your pain to their own pain. The loss of their grandmother, husband, their failed marriage, rebellious teenagers. Somehow this comparing leaves you stranded. If they can compare their pain of a situation to the loss of your BABY, they will likely never get it. Babies are not supposed to die. End of story.
You lost a dream. And it almost feels like you imagined their entire existence up. Their name becomes a distant memory on the lips of others.
There is awkwardness when you talk about your child in a crowd. No one knows whether to cry, walk away or pretend you never brought him or her up.
You lose friends. You find new ones.
You can’t believe that women have actually survived this and you never knew about it. Not really, anyway.
You would do anything for another minute with your child.
You cry when others bring up your child, not so much because it hurts but more so because it such a precious and rare gift.
You long for the rewind button, even after many many instances of acceptance.
You want to know what went wrong, and why…
You find a new appreciation for moments in life that make you laugh… you laugh harder and love stronger.
You know that you can die bitter, or die thankful. There is no in between.
You never ever, EVER get over your child. The one you hoped for, prayed for, carried and loved for the weeks and months they were with you.
You learn to live with the pain.
We all have crazy, busy lives. Often, we drop the things that we think we don’t have time for only to discover that we still are overwhelmed.
Why? Guilt, fatigue and lack of knowledge. Consider the time you invest in your friendships. That time with a friend will allow you to be a better you. We need to be able to vent. We need to have our feelings validated. We need the nurturing and emotional support friendship provides.
At the end of the day, it is always amount of calories consumed compared to the amount of calories used. However, when we are unhappy in a relationship we may notice minor flaws and judge ourselves too hard as we contemplate the single scene. Being in love changes our perception.