Sunday, October 13, 2013
Back in February, I went on vacation with a friend. It was the result of a long running joke: as long as I'd known her, she'd tell me stories about where she grew up, which was very different than where I grew up. And I'd say "that sounds awesome! I want to go!" Then I started saying "you should take me there." Then "when we go to (your hometown), we'll do that." Eventually it became a list - all the places and activities she was going to take me to when we visited her hometown together.
Finally we just planned the trip for real. It was lovely. And a good time for her - she'd been through a lot of stress with family (parents, siblings) and worst of all a horrible miscarriage. She and her husband had been trying for years with no luck, finally got pregnant, and then lost the baby. It was stressful and sad, and probably the kind of awful you can't really imagine or understand unless you've been through it.
Anyway, we got to vacation & had this conversation:
Her: "I have to tell you something, because you're going to figure it out anyway... I'm pregnant again."
She was too scared to be excited. She was resigned to losing this pregnancy too- worried & sad about having to go through it all again. She also apologized for not being able to drink with me (lol whaaaat.). I told her I understood, wouldn't push, but if she wanted to talk I was happy to listen.
And that if she didn't mind, I'd be sending good thoughts and positive energy to her uterus and fetus all week.
And I did. I'd secretly point at her belly and think "hang in there you little bug. Grow strong for your mamma."
Anyway. Since now I'm crying again, the point of all that story is just to say- that baby was born this morning around 5am.
I'm thankful. And happy. And a complete and total sap.