This post has been writing it’s self for a awhile. I’m so afraid I may hurt someone’s feeling with this one I’ve left it alone. But I’m over run with it right now. I guess if you’re reading this at any point and are offended you can just stop reading right? It’s my blog, so it is about me.
Five years ago we had already been trying to get pregnant for nearly two years, and we had managed to get a stick to turn blue earlier in the year only to lose that baby that Easter, he or she would have been born somewhere around Dec 10th. Most of our friends weren’t married or even dating their current spouses. We were decidedly ahead of the game. Joyfully we celebrated awaiting Kate’s arrival, most of you know that. I loved my pregnancy, and in looking back I know I had terrible morning sickness, but I remember my pregnancy as blissful. It was a sunkissed moment in my life.
Fast forwarding to now everyone is catching up. I love it! I am a self professed baby lover! I love all things pregnancy and baby. I know the miraculous joy babies bring. I love watching these little beings change the people I love. I love watching my friends become parents. Being a veteran parent, the first, (though Kelly and Lorry have us beat in a practical sense) and a parent of twins I’m often bestowed with many comments such as… How do you get through it, or more popularly how did you do it with two? You guys are super parents. And while I love the erroneous statement that were some type of heroes, and to share my experiences as a new mom of two and then one, of how we managed, and hopefully share hope, and perhaps a useful parenting tip. What I long to hear is something along the line of… My goodness now that our baby is here, how did you ever get though not taking Kate home? How did you ever say good-bye? How did you live through that? I can’t believe you made it through?
You see, while were grieving during our most devastating days we knew very few other parents. Those who were were often the most sympathetic, or perhaps, most sincere. They knew what we lost. When I felt lost, when I thought no one understood, I often held on to knowing that one day those I loved would one day hold their own little orb of light, and somehow catch a moment of better understanding.
Don’t get me wrong I never thought that I should be your first thought when the doctor handed you your baby, nor our sadness. At least I hope not. But somewhere secretly (perhaps selfishly?) I hoped that Katie might visit your thoughts in the days that your baby is new. That maybe there was a very dark ahh-haa moment. And I know that speaking of Kate must be hard, or perhaps impossible to find a way to broach the subject. I know those comments will likely never be heard, nor do I hold it against you that such comments were never said. You’re happy and no one wants to invite misery to a time of utter joy. I understand, I really do. It’s just that sometimes in talking about diaper changes, sleep deprivation, and new baby scares and fears. I can’t help but think, oh but all that stuff is easy, it’s not getting to do it that’s hard. Now it would be a lie to say the first few month with Petra and Elijah were easy, in fact it would be a lie to say it’s easy now. Deep in me though, no matter how hard it is, no matter how scary it is, as long as their chests rise and fall, as long as their hearts beat, it’s manageable. I know it makes me a better parent, but I’d take being a lesser one any day.
I think that being far away and not being able to share your joys in a tangible way, perhaps reaches deeper to stir up a bit of sadness. I think being so far from Katie really engulfed me this Christmas, and I think all the new babies this month stirred to the pot too. I miss not getting to press my cheek to the warm cheek of your new baby. I’m sad that by the time I hold him or her, he or she will likely no longer be a new born. I’m sad because I think I may never hold another newborn member of our family (a long post for another day) I miss you guys. A lot.
I also feel a bit ripped off sometimes ,that my son was dealt a bit of a shorthand, and that he has to work harder and therefore so do I. Sometimes feeling sorry for myself comes in the way of just wishing I could have the easy go others get. Why do I have to take it all on? And then some days I’m glad it’s us taking it on because we are committed with a resolution of steel to make it better. That somehow Elijah is lucky to have us, because we will walk the hard road with him.
All in all though, I’ve been pretty happy lately. My kids are turning into amazing people they have great senses of humour, and I really like them. I’m pretty happy here in Chicago too, though homesickness does sneak in every now and then. Unfortunately my headaches are back and everyone here is less tolerant of them. I worry that somehow our littles are affected deeply by my constant wincing and such. This morning Natalia gently reached up to my temple and softly stroked it while saying.. ow?. Oh my broken heart, how much they are truly capable of understanding.
I miss Katie, I miss you, I hope to be home soon