I've been away for a long while. I'm sorry about that. The thing is, we've had a rough few months here in our home, and I haven't been able to face blogging at all. I didn't know what to say, or how to say it. And frankly, I've been putting on a brave face and pretending everything is fine.
We were wonderfully blessed to find out, not long after Christmas, that our family is expanding once again. After a recent loss we were anxious and excited at the same time. Everything went smoothly for a while, and then I started haemorrhaging. Badly. I bled continuously for months and didn't know from one day to the next if we'd lost our precious baby.
We hadn't, but there was a bitter twist to our happiness: we'd lost a twin. I didn't know we were having twins (they don't run in either of our families) so I'd never even considered that we'd be blessed in such a way. But I can't begin to tell you mamas how much my heart hurt at the loss of our child. It's a strange feeling to wrap your head around, finding out at the same time that you're pregnant with twins but one of them didn't make it.
I spent a long time blaming myself. Was it something I did wrong? Did I eat the wrong foods? Did I stop doing sit ups too late? Did I over-exert myself? The blame game was seemingly never ending. And all the while people would say "But you didn't know... how can you be upset?" I get that. Sort of. Truth is, it hurt like hell, and nothing made that pain go away. I didn't fully understand my grief and I started to feel silly for feeling sad. That's when things got worse, really, because I just stopped telling anyone that I felt sad. I pretended everything was fine.
It wasn't.
But then I stopped bleeding. I started to dare to hope that our surviving baby would be okay. My wonderful friends sent prayers and thoughts and love and eventually, we began to heal. We began to
hope again. I am now 24 weeks pregnant with a baby
BOY! After four girls, we have truly been blessed with a tiny, weeny manchild. I am so incredibly excited to meet our boy,
oh the things he'll teach me about this life! I get to see the world through a man's eyes- how incredibly
awesome is that? I can't quite believe it, I still grin every time he gives me a kick. My boy, so healthy and strong, my little fighter. How he hung on in such hostile conditions I don't know, but he's a trooper that's for sure!
In sixteen short, sweet weeks I will meet my little man for the first time. I am truly very melancholic about what could have been; what
should have been. But I will never forget our baby that almost was. And I am so truly grateful that our precious boy was strong enough to soldier on.
Now things have settled down we're in that exciting period of choosing the perfect name! We've never had to think about boy names before and it's proving to be much more difficult than we anticipated!
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Yeah, my kid has mucky fingernails. I had noticed. What can I say, the child likes gardening! She does not get that from her mama ;)
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