In a few hours, I have to get up because John and I are driving to New York to help cousin Andi move down to Baltimore for grad school! We're very excited she'll be closer.
John got home today and was really surprised at how much I'm showing already. Seriously, it's crazy. Dr. Shonekan said that you show sooner with the second pregnancy. She's not kidding. We went up to bed early, in anticipation of our early wake-up, but I have not been able to sleep. I'm glad I'll have some sleep time tomorrow in the car.
There's so much on my mind.
I am terrified. Nothing more to say about that.
Funny how I titled my last post "Hard Day" and could easily do that today as well.
For different reasons. Days that make me truly get on my knees and thank God for His goodness are hard days too, and today was no exception.
I went to visit my friends at Labor and Delivery. I wanted to take them some goodies during Nurses Week, but that was right after the transfer, and before Mother's Day, and honestly, I didn't think I had the strength to do it.
So today, armed with a bowl of chocolate (and minus the stupid lemon bars that you just don't want to ask about), I went.
I had to take a couple of deep breaths in the elevator on the way up.
When I got there, the doors were open as someone else was walking in before me, and the first thing I see is the cutest girl at the front desk whispering to someone, "She's here! She's here!"
Talk about feeling like a rock star!
I walked in, sat my bowl down, and signed in. Instantly, I was enveloped.
And I cried.
Such bittersweet tears! Joy, joy, joy about this new little life I have! Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow over the sweet little life I lost...as many of those precious women lost him with me.
Honestly and truly, there is a tiny piece of Heaven God has placed on this earth, and it's in that Labor and Delivery wing. How else could such a collection of angels exist??
We hugged and talked and laughed and cried. They gave us a wonderful gift card for which they'd like to have a bench and placard for Matthew's grave. Their compassion is overwhelming.
They helped me remember things I didn't, and in doing so, made me realize that I'm going to have to write about all I remember from that night soon.
They shared their excitement and joy for us, and just lifted my heart.
As we walked out to leave (yes, escorted right to my car!!!), I got one last thing...
Rather, Matthew did.
They played--just for Matthew--his lullaby.
My Matthew got his song.
And there is no one on this earth that can possibly understand what that meant to me. I've had so, so many kind actions and gestures given in the last few months.
Hearing the song recognizing the precious birth of my son is truly one of the kindest and most generous gifts I've ever been given.
Thank you, thank you, thank you and thank you again, L&D friends. You made a mother's heavy heart beat just a little stronger today.
I also have to get this off my chest because it just keeps tossing and turning in my head. I'm feeling very irresponsible in that I need to clear some things up.
So many people tell me how strong I am.
I'm not. He is. He holds me up.
I'm told I am brave.
He tells me to be of good courage.
I'm told I'm inspirational.
I'm simply clinging to His promises.
I'm told I am amazing.
I am just a vessel.
People ask me (and I often ask myself) how I am able to do this.
I'm not. He does it for me. And through me.
People tell me I am encouraging.
I just want to bear the burdens of others, as SO MANY bear mine.
I pray every night for God not to waste my pain.
And He hasn't.
Because if people think all of those things about me, but KNOW that it is solely the grace of God that allows me to breathe from one minute to the next...