Friday, December 13, 2013
Oh yes right, I have a super active toddler, busy job and hectic life (which I love).
The last few months have been a blur of preschool transition, potty training, big boy bed transition and countless doctor's appointments. Somehow throughout all of this, a little man has been growing steadily in my belly. But now he's not so little, according to the doctor's, he's cruising to be a similar size to Noah (who was 9lbs and 18 inches long). Some days he is so active, I swear he's going to break out Alien style through my belly button!
I have one week of work left, and normally I would be excited, but instead I am anxious about everything that's left to do. The woman who committed (unofficially) to cover my mat leave backed out a week ago, and now we're scrambling to find a replacement. For context, it took THREE months to find my last replacement, and now we're attempting to do it in two weeks. There's a very good chance my job will sit empty for a while when I leave. That makes me anxious and sad at the same time. I've worked so hard to build up my small team, and I worry what will happen when it's abandoned, even for a short time. My husband says it's because I take pride in my work and that's a good thing. I know I need to just detach and let go. They will figure it out. I'm not irreplaceable. Nothing I do is saving lives or changing the world.
In four weeks we will face our third labour and delivery. Everyone keeps asking if we're going to try again for a girl. They forget that we HAD our girl, and she is in heaven with the other angel babies.
This is most certainly my last pregnancy. It's been difficult. I was sick for the first few months, and had such a bad cough I was popping out ribs and ended up going for multiple chiropractor visits each week. Now I'm just big and uncomfortable and things are starting to swell...and hurt. Chasing an active toddler like this isn't fun. It hurts me physically and I also feel bad that I can't play with him the way he wants. I hope once I have my body back that I can devote the time to him that he needs. Except then he'll be competing with his little brother - which will be a whole new adventure.
Our life is about to go through a colossal shift and I'm trying to enjoy the last few weeks we have as a threesome, but at the same time I'm eager to get this baby out so I can sleep again and reach my feet to put my boots on. It's so different from the end of my first pregnancy. I wanted it over with so I could release the pain that was building up inside. And then once it was over, I ached to have her back.
My hormones have been raging lately and my emotions are very close to the surface. I know it's the peak before the end, and I'm just trying to take each day and moment as it comes, and not get too fussed. Keep calm and carry on, right??
Monday, July 8, 2013
We are expecting! I'm 13 weeks pregnant and due January 11th. It's been impossible to keep this quiet, my belly literally popped at about 8 weeks.
We are so excited! The first ultrasound confirmed everything is good, but the 20 week ultrasound will be the true test.
Noah is excited too, he keeps saying "big brother noah" and kisses my belly. little does he know how much his world is about to be rocked!
More news to come over the next 27 weeks!!
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
I realized on my drive home today that it's March, and it was three years ago that we were waiting for our referral to Mount Sinai to investigate Olivia's mysterious condition (you can read her story here). At the same time, Everybody Hurts came on my iPod and immediately I was brought to tears. It's amazing how a simple song can bring you to your knees.
But it's not the only thing that's had me thinking about Olivia this week. A woman I met on Twitter, Heather (aka @TJZMommy), is facing the 2nd anniversary of the loss of her three year old son Zackie this month. This week she posted about returning to Sick Kids for a fundraising event, the place where she spent many hours watching him slowly slip away. Heather tweeted about her anxiety about visiting the hospital, as she hadn't been there since he passed. I know the pain of losing an infant I only knew from an ultrasound and her kicks inside my belly, I can't even imagine the grief of losing a child you grew to know and love.
It immediately brought me back to the feelings I had with Noah's first ultrasound, and the anxiety of waiting for the technician to tell me everything was ok. I remember feeling nauseous the entire time, and at the end I asked her if the baby's head was ok. She looked at me quizzically and said the doctor would review the results with me (the same statement I heard with Olivia's ultrasound when they made me wait 24 hours to hear the bad news). I immediately broke down and explained what happened. She immediately softened and explained that the baby was fine and showed me the screen. But despite that, I was still terrified during every ultrasound until they showed me the screen.
To this day, every time I drive past Mount Sinai hospital, I get a lump in my throat. Nothing good happened there. They told us Olivia's skull hadn't formed properly and her brain was exposed, and she couldn't survive outside my body. We signed the paperwork authorizing the induction. And I spent two long days in a lonely room at the end of the maternity floor, waiting for my dead baby to be born, while couples down the hall were joyously welcoming their perfect bundles.
I will never forget the song that was playing in the car when we drove home from the hospital, empty handed. It's called Awkward Goodbye by Athlete, and I remember losing it in the car when the chorus sang "No one knows how I love you, no one comes even close". It's intended to be a love song but at that moment it broke my heart.
Everyone has triggers that bring memories flooding back, it could be a song, a place, a smell. What are yours?
Monday, October 15, 2012
If you have a story to share, or you're looking for someone who's had a similar experience to yours, check out: http://facesofloss.com/ Despite our unique situation, I was able to find two families who had nearly identical events to ours. While I wouldn't wish this pain on ANYONE, I have to admit, finding someone who "gets it" is incredibly comforting!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
I reconnected with a work friend last week I hadn't seen in over a year, and learned that she lost he 14 year old son last year to cancer. I offered my condolences and a hug, and before my eyes I saw her very fresh wound tear open. Her pain is so raw that it made my heart ache for her. I know how much it hurts to lose a child you never met, I can't imagine the ache of losing someone who was part of your life for so long.
We shared our stories (she never knew exactly what happened to me), shed some tears, and parted knowing there's one more person out there who "gets it".
I feel like my community of moms who have lost children continues to expand. I wish the opposite would happen, no one deserves to go through this.