I’m finding this post extremely hard to write. Maybe it’s because I feel the pain my husband feels, or I’m trying to keep myself together for him so he can “enjoy” his Father’s Day or it’s another holiday without Penelope. Most likely, all the above.
As some of you know, I’m participating the in the #100happydays challenge. For me, it’s finding the joy while I grieve. Yes, I still grieve. It will be three months tomorrow since Penelope was born. Three months!! Each month passing quicker than the previous one. That in itself makes me cry, knowing it’s been that long since I last held her. However, this post is not about how much time has passed and wondering what Penelope’s emerging personality would be like…I think about that all the time anyway. This post is about finding the joys of each day, even on the days I’m filled with sadness. Granted, I’m only on Day 6 and I have another 94 days to go, but God moves in many ways. Whether it’s the peace after a much needed cry, laughing at Lucy for just being Lucy, or being silly with Camden. There are little joys all around.
As with any change in life, whether it’s joyous or tragic, it brings a new normal. Not every event in life causes there to be a tremendous change, but there are certainly adjustments. Whether it’s moving into your own space, getting married, adopting a pet, or having a baby. To getting a divorce, filing for bankruptcy, losing a child, spouse or parent, or getting fired from a job. While some of these events may seem more extreme than others, they still happen every day.
I started writing this shortly after we received Penelope’s final autopsy report. However, I still struggle with whether or not to share our ‘why’…the cause of death. I say that because there was no peace in the answer we received. I’m upset with the doctors that didn’t detect her cause of death. There will probably be bitterness in this post as I write, but that's how I feel. Yes, there is a medical explanation, but it just becomes a frustrating conversation in my head when I think about it:
Why wasn’t this detected sooner?
Why wasn’t this detected at all?
Could we have done anything different?
Did medicine fail us?
All of these questions have been answered, just not with any answer I wanted.
It pours and I’m not just talking about the weather today.
Mother’s Day is a day to celebrate our moms and the awesome mom that you are. Your family gathers around to shower you with love and appreciation. Moms do so much for their families every day.
This year, I view this day with a new perspective. Maybe it’s because I’ve met a lot of different women with their own unique stories and my heart has been opened to see what it hadn’t seen before.
I can’t believe it’s been two months since Penelope was born. Two months?! Didn’t this just happen yesterday? It certainly feels like it some days. I cry every day, but not every day is filled with heart wrenching sobs. I can admit that I am healing slowly. Most days I can:
1. Get out of bed and make breakfast
2. Shower and get dressed
3. Run errands by myself
This is my first time writing about Penelope's birth. It was emotional remembering the details of that day, but it's a day I will never forget.
March 10, 2017
Friday morning started like any other day, I was 41 weeks pregnant on the dot and hoping to have our baby soon. Thankfully contractions had started around midnight and I was able to sleep through a part of it. As my husband (Camden) left for work, I kissed him goodbye and reminded him to be aware of his phone. Contractions were steady throughout the morning, and I continued breathing through them using the HypnoBabies techniques I had learned. I was in constant contact with my midwife and doula, keeping them informed of any changes, everyone was excited.