Monthly Archives: July 2018

Twenty-Three Months

My dearest Lucy,

One month from today, we should be celebrating your 2nd birthday… you should be TWO! A two-year-old little you! I can picture you, my darling girl, in my mind’s eye, bursting with life, growing like a weed, chattering away, sharing smiles to light up the world. In that alternate universe that still exists in our hearts, that’s what’s happening.

My little girl, you’re part of my everything, part of my soul. It still hurts so much that I can only just imagine you, and that all we have are just a tiny handful of memories. The memories I keep of you are my most treasured possessions. Those, along with the signs I see of you in my everyday life, are so important to me. I saw you in the butterfly that lingered today as I watered your garden, in the dragonfly that landed on your Daddy’s fingertip in the yard last night, in the kind message from cherished friends yesterday… all I have to do is look, and there you are.

I wish for more time with you, even if only in a dream where we can be together again, just for a few minutes. I miss you.

I love you always, sweet Lucy. You’re my inspiration to continue living a kind life, one filled with gratitude and love… though we didn’t have enough time together, I am forever grateful that you’re our daughter. There is no purer love than the one your Daddy and I have for you and your baby brother. Thank you for choosing us to be your parents. Happy 23 months, baby girl.

Always,

Mommy

The Day to Day

In spite of the fact that so much is going on, it feels like my words have all but dried up lately.  Somehow, the day to day business of life hasn’t really lent itself to articulation through writing.  Oddly enough, I’m mostly okay with this. I thought with this rainbow pregnancy, I’d have so much to say that the words would flow endlessly, but surprisingly, the opposite is true. Don’t get me wrong, the thoughts are there, but the words on paper or type just aren’t. I used to write in my journal almost daily, and here it is, a week into July, and I’ve not written a complete entry in it since around mid-April. I feel guilty, because I had every intention of documenting my way through this pregnancy, but it just hasn’t gone that way. I’m considering also taking a hiatus from Still Standing, though it pains me to consider it. It’s just been hard to come up with the right things to write about, and it’s becoming something I feel I’m failing at. Impossible to imagine that with the arrival of our baby boy, that I will suddenly have time and energy to pour my heart into writing. I don’t know what’s happened; it’s tough to come up with the gumption to do it when the words simply won’t come.

Clearly, nothing profound is going to result from this post, but I can at least share some of what’s been going on:

  • My dear friend Aimee came over to help organize in the nursery; it was overwhelming at first, but she helped me move forward with that and left me with the motivation to keep going with it and clear space for baby in other places in the house. The nearly-finished room almost makes the idea of bringing this boy home a tangible one. It almost seems real. I’ve even taken some tags off several items and washed some of them, which is honestly a huge step and leap of faith for me.
  • I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes this time around. I felt conflicted initially, but it’s become just another one of those day to day things I’ve incorporated into my routine. It’s temporary. And, I know all too well that this is least of what could go wrong. So, I’ve accepted it with a smile.
  • Baby Boy has been consistently kicking, which has quelled some of the anxiety of how he’s doing on the daily. We’ve also gotten good reports with each appointment, and have the reassurance of many more appointments from here on out. I’m so thankful for the extra support and compassion from our doctors.
  • Our purple cone flowers are absolutely bursting right now, so I’ve been picking fresh ones every few days for Lucy and putting them in her cabinet with her… it feels good to do that for her, though it’s such a small thing. Just something her and I share, I suppose.

Mostly, I’m just taking one day at a time, trying to keep my optimism at the front of my mind and doing what I can to take care of myself and this growing baby.