Thankful

It's thanksgiving so I can not help but think of my angel baby. I just want to say that there is not a day goes by that there isn't a reminder of her presence. I feel her in a warm breeze, I see her in a breath of cool air, she is here as the wind rustles the leaves, and the waves crash upon the beach. There is not a sadness or a longing anymore just a peace to know I was given a perfect angel. I will love my Luci until the end of my day. My last breath may whisper her name as I go to meet her embrace!

Forget-me-not

"An angel in the book of life wrote down my baby's birth.
Then whispered as she closed the book "too beautiful for the earth."
~author unknown
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched, but are felt in the heart." Helen Keller
The one who put gentle footprints on our hearts leaves a story worth telling.
"What we have once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us." Helen Keller

Now I lay you down to sleep,
I pray the lord your soul to keep;
Within his arms he'll hold you tight,
My Heavenly Angel, My guiding light."

One year ago today Luciana was lost. To see her story my story go here

Sunshine and teeter totters

I haven't been here in a very long time. I am feeling the spring lift my spirits and my soul. I am healing. I am back to where I was before. I can see hang out and talk to pregnant people. Gasp dare I say I could even go to a baby shower. Don't hold ones breath but I may be able to attend one of those parties. I don't feel angry and desperate and hateful because I can not produce a biological child. I feel happiness and peace with my family. It is so good to be back. With each month of this year since June it marks something. A what if or a this is what was. Her due date was the hardest and I find myself clawing my way back to myself. Not the same me that was before Luciana but a me I am able to stand once again. I dare say a me that I like. At first I wondered what it all might mean. I was desperate to find meaning behind my sensless loss. I think now I don't need to find meaning behind the creulness that is just life sometimes. I am a stronger woman because of each of my losses. I am a even stronger woman because of Lucy.

So if it is all roses why am I here and not on my rosy blog. There is this new sort of birth control thing in which makes it so a woman who is done with her family can no longer become pregnant. A magic procedure where you don't skip a beat. I think that is perhaps what brings me here. Peter would like me to get said procedure done. He only has my absolute best interest in mind. He is the one who had to drag me back to life. He is the one who had to hold me until I thought my tears might just cause a lift on our constant Ca drought. My complete and utter devastation left him feeling as if perhaps there was something in this world my personal handyman could not fix. He is right to want me to put a stop to the occassional scare that we just might have to walk that path again. But alas I can not do this for him. There is something about the finality to all that that makes my fragile sense of healing perhaps teeter. As silly as it is I need my uterus functioning properly in order to be okay. It is not lost on me that my uterus obviously does not funtion as it should. But what if's plague me. What if I win the lotto and could spend endless money on invitro. What if someone finds a magic cure for miscarriage. You get the idea I could go on. Right after my loss I was all for never ever stepping foot in a OB office to check for a heartbeat. Good lord get that wand away from my privates or forever hold your peace. But my doctor talked me out of it. She told me I might feel just this way. I am very happy I chose to listen. I still do not plan to get pregnant again but I need a uterus and two fallopian tubes to make me look through those rose colored glasses.

New Years eve

Yesterday Peter and I were putting the christmas ornaments away. This christmas I felt full and as if I gave my daughter a lovely christmas filled with traditions and wonder and a few gifts. It really was not about gifts though it was about family. Just as it should be. As we were cleaning up Peter got a phone call. It is New Years Eve so I heard him ask what they were doing and then the question oh is she on antibiotics (in reference to why she couldn't partake in a beverage.) I knew it meant our friends had wonderful news. I heard Josh say Krista's pregnant clear as day through the reciever. I felt happy for her but upon such news I also felt the crushing darkness that is the hole in my heart. I didn't let him know I heard and it took him a full half hour to tell me the news. I know it is terribly hard for my family. I know telling me of others joy is hard for them. Sometimes I take the news well and sometimes it makes me withdraw into my cocoon once again. Peter said he wondered if I'll ever be able to be happy when I hear others good news. He doesn't get it and thats okay I can be simultaneously happy for Krista she will be a wonderful mother and sad for the emptiness that is left from the baby that wasn't. I tried to explain it to him but I could feel the rush of emotion so I withdrew it is new years eve afterall not a time for the venom to rear its ugly head. I dont really have words to explain the dichotemy anyways. I know that no matter how much time passes Lucy will still not be here and so my hole will be there. That hole is okay it is a badge of honor. The hole is all I get to keep of her. It may mean I won't attend Krista's baby shower it may mean my family will not ever truly understand but it is my piece of my daughter that I am keeping all my own.