The night is almost done and I can't find the phone number anywhere. I 've looked through my box and a few other places and I can picture her writing on the piece of paper.
I have also been stressed about trying to pick up a bit for our final post placement visit in the morning.
Maybe it's meant to be. But I just wanted to tell them I loved them, even if it wasn't even her cell number anymore.
I thank you to those who commented or sent me a FB message. Like one of you mentioned, it is hard when no one remembers. I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, one person would have.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Monday, June 3, 2013
The Night Before
I didn't think it was going to be hard for me tonight. I thought if it was, it would be tomorrow. Tonight is just the night before. Tonight isn't the day.
I had to run to the city with Marla tonight for a few things and was on the way home. She was fussing a little in the car because she was ready for her bottle. I decided to turn on some music and sing to help calm her down. I turned it to a song I used to sing daily that helped me get through the wait. Marla quieted down and it hit me that as I was trying to make it home before Matt had to leave for work. He was leaving for work.
He was leaving for work last year. The night before. We took a picture of the three of us before he left. It would be our last night together as a family of three. Tomorrow we were going to be a family of four. I remember that picture so clearly. We were standing in the kitchen. B was squeezed in the middle of us. We took the picture ourselves and have such big smiles on our faces. I look terrible! I had already showered, had no make up on was so tired! But the picture captured a moment and I love that memory.
I told Matt good bye and would stop and see him on the way to the hospital in the morning for a few minutes if he wasn't on a call. I wished he was going with but knew he was going to meet us there later in the day.
Tomorrow I will wake up and daycare kids will arrive. B will play with his buddies and enjoy the summer day. Grandparents won't call with birthday greetings and there will be no special party this weekend.
I hope that baby girl is loved and happy. I hope she is well taken care of and smiles at her big brother. I wonder how many teeth she has and if she is walking. I hope her mommy is happy and so happy to be celebrating her baby girl's birthday. I hope she is well taken care of and is doing the best she can.
I think I will dig out her number, even though I didn't have a response from the message I sent in December, and send her a text message.
Happy 1st Birthday Little Dolly. We love you, miss you, and are always praying for you.
** When I write here, I feel like it is a collection of raw thoughts. I don't often go back and re read entries. I type it as I think it and move forward. Tonight I did go back and read my account of the day. You can read it here. It brought some more tears to my eyes at some of the things I said and a few things I had forgotten. Something I never wanted to do.
Edit***As soon as I hit publish and looked at this post, I wanted to add in one last thought. I do not for any second wish that things would have turned out different. I love Miss Marla with all of my heart. She is more than you could ask for, happier than we could have dreamed, and absolutely perfect. My sadness just comes from the most heartbreaking experience I have ever been through and I want nothing more than to know that she is okay. Remember exactly where I was last year, where I stood for a picture, what I was doing, what time I went to bed..... all of that hurts. I wish I could move directly to June 5th. I want nothing but the best for J, baby J, and her big brother A.
I had to run to the city with Marla tonight for a few things and was on the way home. She was fussing a little in the car because she was ready for her bottle. I decided to turn on some music and sing to help calm her down. I turned it to a song I used to sing daily that helped me get through the wait. Marla quieted down and it hit me that as I was trying to make it home before Matt had to leave for work. He was leaving for work.
He was leaving for work last year. The night before. We took a picture of the three of us before he left. It would be our last night together as a family of three. Tomorrow we were going to be a family of four. I remember that picture so clearly. We were standing in the kitchen. B was squeezed in the middle of us. We took the picture ourselves and have such big smiles on our faces. I look terrible! I had already showered, had no make up on was so tired! But the picture captured a moment and I love that memory.
I told Matt good bye and would stop and see him on the way to the hospital in the morning for a few minutes if he wasn't on a call. I wished he was going with but knew he was going to meet us there later in the day.
Tomorrow I will wake up and daycare kids will arrive. B will play with his buddies and enjoy the summer day. Grandparents won't call with birthday greetings and there will be no special party this weekend.
I hope that baby girl is loved and happy. I hope she is well taken care of and smiles at her big brother. I wonder how many teeth she has and if she is walking. I hope her mommy is happy and so happy to be celebrating her baby girl's birthday. I hope she is well taken care of and is doing the best she can.
I think I will dig out her number, even though I didn't have a response from the message I sent in December, and send her a text message.
Happy 1st Birthday Little Dolly. We love you, miss you, and are always praying for you.
** When I write here, I feel like it is a collection of raw thoughts. I don't often go back and re read entries. I type it as I think it and move forward. Tonight I did go back and read my account of the day. You can read it here. It brought some more tears to my eyes at some of the things I said and a few things I had forgotten. Something I never wanted to do.
Edit***As soon as I hit publish and looked at this post, I wanted to add in one last thought. I do not for any second wish that things would have turned out different. I love Miss Marla with all of my heart. She is more than you could ask for, happier than we could have dreamed, and absolutely perfect. My sadness just comes from the most heartbreaking experience I have ever been through and I want nothing more than to know that she is okay. Remember exactly where I was last year, where I stood for a picture, what I was doing, what time I went to bed..... all of that hurts. I wish I could move directly to June 5th. I want nothing but the best for J, baby J, and her big brother A.
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