I have determined that I must watch way to much Grey's Anatomy, since I have been quoting it quite regularly over the last few months. I have nothing specific to say about this quote other than it just seemed to fit perfectly at the moment I heart it, and it just seems to fit in general. I feel like it provides that little porthole for someone to look through and perhaps begin to understand another person that they didn't previously understand.
We were not able to get to the cemetery on October 15th...in fact we have not been there in a month. To observe the day, we did the wave of light and released 3 balloons from home. My father and step-mom live less than a mile from the cemetery; I sent some balloons with her to leave in the cemetery when I relieved her from her babysitting duties...but it just wasn't the same.
Continued prayers are needed for little Eleanor Joy. I got an update at the end of last week that she is still in the NICU and that her respiratory status had been deteriorating instead of improving. Keep up that positive energy, girls! On the same front, a new couple attended our support group meeting last month. There is always someone new out there...it's just not right. As proof of the lack of support in this area, they drove about an hour one way to get to our group. Also in the prayer department, the suspected cancer in my MIL's colon has been confirmed. She will have surgery tomorrow to completely remove the section of colon that is left. Keeping things in the family, my heart continues to break for my BIL. His birthday was Friday, and we had him over for dinner. Dinner was good, but he wasn't really here. He was in the same place that many of us experienced on our first post-loss birthday. Part of him is forever missing, and many other parts are permanently damaged. During the dark and low moments, he leaves messages on her FB wall that just absolutely break my heart. I so wish I could fix it all for him.
In other 'news', I had an awkward encounter at Tar.get two weeks ago. I ran into a speech therapist who works in one of the elementary schools that I am in every week to provide services. I am known throughout the building by most of the teachers and at least half of them sent us sympathy cards a year ago for Gracie's death. Anyway, this speech therapist started fussing over Jenna as soon as she saw us. And then she looked at me and said "Your first was a boy, right?" I said "no, a girl," to which she responded "Oh...well, how is she adjusting?" Seriously??? Come on. I stuttered for a moment, partly because her teenage daughter was also standing there, but then I said "Well, actually she never came home from the hospital with us, so there's not really an adjustment period." The look on her face said "Holy shit...how did I not know this?!?!" but the only words to come from her mouth were "Oh. I'm sorry." Then we awkwardly parted ways. Scarring encounter? Not really...just bizarre. I am in that building every week. I run into that woman every week...it's been that way for 4 years now. Half (no exaggeration) of the teachers in that building sent us sympathy cards, so I know people were talking about it. The same people who sent us cards went out of their way to keep tabs on my pregnancy with Jenna. How in the world did she not know that my daughter died? How? *sigh*
I have been missing Gracie a lot lately. I love Jenna more than words can explain, but sometimes I look at her and my mind just wanders a little bit. I wonder about all of the things that will never be with Gracie. I look at pictures of the kids we know who are about the same age that Gracie would be, and I wonder. There is one particular kiddo that hits me pretty hard each time I see her picture or encounter her. Sucks. Just sucks. Some days I would really like to just turn off the wondering part of my brain.
In closing, I feel like I need to include a little disclaimer just in case anyone reading here is in a sensitive place and having difficulty reading about certain topics. I have worked hard since announcing pregnancy with Jenna to more or less keep Jenna in Jenna's blog and out of Gracie's blog. Now that she is here and she is part of everything that we do, it's hard to keep her completely out of this space. It's hard to draw a line and post Gracie only in this blog and Jenna only in Jenna's blog. The line blurs a lot now. So, here is the disclaimer. There will be periodic mention of rainbow baby/living child(ren)/TTC in the future/pregnancy/Jenna here on Gracie's blog.
Wishing you all a good week...and a good Thanksgiving if I don't get back here before then.