you're gonna want to read this...
i wrote this post several months back. today we stand on the other side of it. NASA did some repair work. went where no man has gone before and we can now add another been there, conquered that to our ever growing list in the recent years. sure doesn't mean we are done fighting the good fight because the work relationships require never ceases. especially those that have been where we have. but life knows what it's doing sometimes. i have learned this before and still manage to forget. but... in the words of the byrds there is always:
" everything will be okay in the end and if its not okay... it's not the end." ~john lennon
it seems the universe finds me fit to raise four children.
yes! you read that correctly. i am pregnant.
no, we did not plan this. life planned this. i have been waxing and waning between sheer joy and sheer terror. not because i don't think i can handle another baby. babies are easy and whats one more body to change and feed at this point. i've got it down to a science really. it's that i have seen to much. i know to much. i miss the oblivious days of pregnancy with austin. he was my first. i hadn't second trimester miscarried yet, i hadn't delivered a baby with half of a heart. lived in a hospital with him and watched him cling to life. i hadn't yet ever dropped to my knees in a desperation i can never describe begging god to save my baby. i hadn't stood in a hospital doorway watching nurses and doctors run with the code cart to try and save another baby fighting for its life. i hadn't sat bedside with my own child while the one beside him was only alive because ECMO was allowing that to happen. i have been exposed. we all are to some degree i suppose, but unless you have spent time there i don't know that anyone can truly grasp it. i have said before, i think it should be a requirement that every person spend time in a childrens hospital. i guarantee you it would be a much softer world.
and yet for all of the fear that comes from seeing to much comes the very opposite. this will be different than any of the boys. i am changed in ways i never would have asked for and ways i wouldn't trade for anything. this baby...oh how s/he will be cherished. every little moment will be cherished plain and simple. i pray with all that i have that our baby will be healthy. i pray for middle of the night feedings with no feed pumps and heart/oxygen monitors. i pray i can nurse in bed and snuggle in the morning. i pray that i will be blessed to know what it is like to bring home a baby as the new person paxton made me into.
and for the record...should this baby have special needs i will embrace that with everything i have just the same.
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
A time to gather stones together
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
oh yes...life is good like that. it knows exactly what it is doing even when we are swarming with doubt. and i swarm. daily. sometimes hourly. but then i stop... and i look at what i have been given and i don't doubt anymore even if it is only for a few moments. it is in those moments that i know, i just know that no matter how our cards play out that it will be ok...
" everything will be okay in the end and if its not okay... it's not the end." ~john lennon
i believe this. i really do. for all the doubts i have i do believe this. which leads me to my next topic...
it seems the universe finds me fit to raise four children.
yes! you read that correctly. i am pregnant.
no, we did not plan this. life planned this. i have been waxing and waning between sheer joy and sheer terror. not because i don't think i can handle another baby. babies are easy and whats one more body to change and feed at this point. i've got it down to a science really. it's that i have seen to much. i know to much. i miss the oblivious days of pregnancy with austin. he was my first. i hadn't second trimester miscarried yet, i hadn't delivered a baby with half of a heart. lived in a hospital with him and watched him cling to life. i hadn't yet ever dropped to my knees in a desperation i can never describe begging god to save my baby. i hadn't stood in a hospital doorway watching nurses and doctors run with the code cart to try and save another baby fighting for its life. i hadn't sat bedside with my own child while the one beside him was only alive because ECMO was allowing that to happen. i have been exposed. we all are to some degree i suppose, but unless you have spent time there i don't know that anyone can truly grasp it. i have said before, i think it should be a requirement that every person spend time in a childrens hospital. i guarantee you it would be a much softer world.
and yet for all of the fear that comes from seeing to much comes the very opposite. this will be different than any of the boys. i am changed in ways i never would have asked for and ways i wouldn't trade for anything. this baby...oh how s/he will be cherished. every little moment will be cherished plain and simple. i pray with all that i have that our baby will be healthy. i pray for middle of the night feedings with no feed pumps and heart/oxygen monitors. i pray i can nurse in bed and snuggle in the morning. i pray that i will be blessed to know what it is like to bring home a baby as the new person paxton made me into.
and for the record...should this baby have special needs i will embrace that with everything i have just the same.
i never thought i would do this again, but here i am two months pregnant. we have seen the heartbeat. s/he is alive and well at this point. the few people that know have wrapped me in love and support. they wash away my worries and for that i am so very thankful. i know i will have ups and downs as i travel this pregnancy path again, but i know i will be okay because it's not the end...it's just the beginning.
i can't wait to add one more to this trio...
much love
~j
ps~ no we will not be finding out the sex just as we chose not to with austin, mason (or pax until we found out he was sick at 32 weeks) please join us in praying for this baby!
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Everything will be perfect. I hope you will start posting more so we can join in the celebration of this new little life.
Much love to you