down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace,
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
Lily would be nine months old and now as we continue to wait, the world seems to be passing us by. All the little sweeties that Lily should be here playing with are starting to turn one. They are walking, scooting, talking, smiling, and laughing. And we are waiting, in this most useless place, missing out daughter more than we ever imagined.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting..."
-Dr. Seuss
That's where we are right now. Just waiting. For what exactly? I'm not really sure. Mondays are really hard days for Jason and me. Often he comes home from work and just says he feels "Blah". I usually just accept it, but I recently asked him why he feels that way and he said it's because he feels like we are just stuck...waiting. Waiting for what? I'm not exactly sure.
Waiting to see if God will bless our family with another little soul? And then waiting to find out if we will get to keep that sweet soul?
Our OB appointments with Lily were often on Mondays, especially near the end of my pregnancy. The anticipation, the fear, the sorrow of each appointment will forever be etched in my brain. Most people awaken on Mondays ready for a fresh start, but for me, very often it's a painful reminder of this waiting place that I have been in for so long now.
Lily would be nine months old and now as we continue to wait, the world seems to be passing us by. All the little sweeties that Lily should be here playing with are starting to turn one. They are walking, scooting, talking, smiling, and laughing. And we are waiting, in this most useless place, missing out daughter more than we ever imagined.
But in these exact same moments, there is so much joy and blessing in our lives. We are surrounded by family and friends who constantly reach out if only to say "we are praying for you." Those words mean more to me than anything. It helps me feel connected when often times I feel so disconnected from everyone.
And even in this waiting place, we have the constant entertainment of sweet, and quite stubborn, two year old. Even in our waiting place, he is moving forward, refusing to stay a baby and growing up. This week we have been fighting naps and bedtime and trying to transition into a toddler bed. It's been exhausting, but so amazing to see him grow and change before our eyes.
One night he was desperately trying to stall for bedtime and he started singing, out of nowhere he started singing to Lily. My heart almost burst with joy as my eyes were burning with tears.
My mom was also here for two weeks and it was so wonderful! She came for my sister's baby shower and to shower us - mostly Ted ;-) with so much love. She always takes such good care of us and Ted adores her. Every time he sees an airplane he says, "Airplane! Gamma?" I am so grateful for all the time I have had with my mom over this past year. I always feel safer when I am with her. There is just a peace that comes when my mom is here or we are in Iowa. No matter how old I get, I will never stop needing my mom.
