July 27, 2016
Today was a busy day. Dadd and I went to my second blood pressure check. My medicine is working and my blood pressure has finally returned to a normal level. I also had to get some blood work. I was so scared after the difficulty they had when I was having you. The nurse was the one who had to get down on the floor to draw blood from my fingertips. She could not believe how different I looked. Retrospectively, my face was SO swollen. The nurse told me her sister-in-law went through the same thing we’re going through with her first and went on to have three normal pregnancies. Daddy and I would love to give you three healthy little brothers or sisters. I promise to tell them all about their handsome big brother.
On the way to the doctor, we stopped and got a new dress for me at a totally out of place boutique in Ashland. We are going out to dinner with my family and I no longer have any clothes that fit since I have lost at least 25 pounds since I had you. We also stopped at two hardware stores to find the right sized Dremel bit for making signs. I’m determined to make your signs perfect. Your daddy found his favorite southern soda, big Red. We even stopped for ice cream before heading to Speare.
When we finally got home, we found out that 23 people donated to Speare’s Labor & Delivery Department in your memory. It’s amazing to see how much you affected people and also oddly relieving to know that your passing can help other families somehow. If we can’t have you, at least we can help someone else.
I practiced writing your name with the Dremel and have moderately improved. I didn’t have a ton of time because I took the 13 foot Whaler out while you Daddy practiced rowing in a single for the first time. He looked great, he didn’t flip, and his smile melted my sad heart. I bet you would have had a smile just like him.
Lisa made Shepherd’s Pie tonight. It’s such an amazing comfort food and I really needed it after such a (comparatively) busy day. As I finish with the day’s distractions and get tired, my mind wanders to “what-ifs” and anger, and fixates on losing you. I’m supposed to be almost 34 weeks pregnant with you rolling around in my belly. I’m supposed to be finishing your nursery. Daddy and I are supposed to be waiting for you and looking forward to meeting you. Instead, we are heartbroken and missing you. An actual piece of me is gone. I actually slapped myself earlier to make sure I wouldn’t wake up and realize this was all a terrible dream. I’m trying to tell that I miss you, I love you, and that I would do ANYTHING to have you back where you belong.
Love you to the moon and back,