I feel like I have so many random things swirling in my head these days. I looked back on my calendar from last year and at this time I was 17 weeks pregnant and creeping up on that half way mark. I remember being so impressed at how good I felt and how easy the pregnancy had been. My belly had really popped and was growing more each day. I was enjoying the summer and getting the boys room painted and starting to think about decorating it. It was this week a year ago that I registered at BRU; knowing that the end might be tough, I started to let myself get those things done "just in case" my days were numbered. Little did I know - in two more weeks my cervix was going to give way and into the hospital I would go.
The reason I checked my calendar yesterday is that my body somehow just associates this time of year with where I was this time last year. I've been waking up every morning with a funny feeling; an indescribable feeling. If any of you have experienced this, how do I put it into words? There is an overwhelming sense of thankfulness and recollection EVERY SINGLE DAY. Almost like I'm afraid something bad is going to happen and I better be thankful for this day. It's a strange place to be. There is even a tv show that is on right now (Hells Kitchen) that I followed while I was hospitalized last summer and that is a keen reminder of those hospital days. It's hard to even watch it. I can't help but wonder, will these associations with things last for a while or once this one year milestone thing is done, they will stop? I guess it might just be God's way of reminding me of how lucky we are - maybe He is forcing me to reflect back on last year to remind us of our blessings...
It might also be due to the fact that my cousin just had a short bout with NICU (they are doing well, by the way. Baby Mina came home Friday and is thriving). Or that a fellow bedrested MOMs Mom delivered her baby girl twins at 26 weeks and 5 days last week - Andrea weighs 1 lb, 8 oz and Lily weighs 1 lb, 12 oz. They are constantly on my mind and as I talk to D. every few days, I'm thrown right back to where we were last August. Those babies are doing fine for now but I'm worried - that first week to 10 days is the "honeymoon" period and then reality hits. She hasn't been able to hold the babies yet - her arms must just ache. Anyway, say some extra prayers for their family as they push along day to day and hope that their babies pull through.
We spent the weekend at the beach last weekend with some friends. It was awesome to be away - both we and the kids had a great time. Of course we drank too much and stayed up too late but that's part of the fun. I'm still in recovery mode this week. We had some great family time.
The reason I checked my calendar yesterday is that my body somehow just associates this time of year with where I was this time last year. I've been waking up every morning with a funny feeling; an indescribable feeling. If any of you have experienced this, how do I put it into words? There is an overwhelming sense of thankfulness and recollection EVERY SINGLE DAY. Almost like I'm afraid something bad is going to happen and I better be thankful for this day. It's a strange place to be. There is even a tv show that is on right now (Hells Kitchen) that I followed while I was hospitalized last summer and that is a keen reminder of those hospital days. It's hard to even watch it. I can't help but wonder, will these associations with things last for a while or once this one year milestone thing is done, they will stop? I guess it might just be God's way of reminding me of how lucky we are - maybe He is forcing me to reflect back on last year to remind us of our blessings...
It might also be due to the fact that my cousin just had a short bout with NICU (they are doing well, by the way. Baby Mina came home Friday and is thriving). Or that a fellow bedrested MOMs Mom delivered her baby girl twins at 26 weeks and 5 days last week - Andrea weighs 1 lb, 8 oz and Lily weighs 1 lb, 12 oz. They are constantly on my mind and as I talk to D. every few days, I'm thrown right back to where we were last August. Those babies are doing fine for now but I'm worried - that first week to 10 days is the "honeymoon" period and then reality hits. She hasn't been able to hold the babies yet - her arms must just ache. Anyway, say some extra prayers for their family as they push along day to day and hope that their babies pull through.
We spent the weekend at the beach last weekend with some friends. It was awesome to be away - both we and the kids had a great time. Of course we drank too much and stayed up too late but that's part of the fun. I'm still in recovery mode this week. We had some great family time.
The kids are quite the little travelers these days, aside from some sleeping issues in a new place - ugh. We visited our friends (The G's) who we introduced a few years ago and set up on a blind date. Two kids and 3 homes later, they reside just outside of Rehoboth Beach in a beautiful home. Our kids enjoyed spending time with their kids too - it's always fun to watch kids interact with each other; especially the first time they meet. Wyatt loved the boys and cracked us up when he would try to remember who was who. He would insist that Cole was JD and JD was Cole...what does a Mom know anyway?
JD & Savannah hit it off early!
And after a 3 hour drive home, I couldn't believe what good spirits the boys were in! I couldn't resist dragging out the camera.
Summer is FLYING by - before we know it, it's going to be fall again. I wish time would just slow down a bit. I'm trying daily to stop and smell the roses.
1 comment:
It's great to hear the updates. I love the photos!! Way to go Savannah...Surveys prove that bald men are the best dressed and most romantic!! JD can appreciate a woman of few follicles!!
Looks like you're all having a good summer. Can't wait to see you in a few weeks.
Love, Mer
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