No fooling here–it was another beautiful day! As soon as I got home we went outside. We were there until Hayden got home three hours later (darn traffic!). Loving this weather!

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Finally, a beautiful day. We walked to Sweet Frog to celebrate Harper’s awesome job potty training (that’s one mile each way). In one week she earned 28 stickers! And since these are virtual stickers inside an app, she only gets stickers when I’m home with my phone. So this awesome week doesn’t even account for what a great job she does all day when I’m at work!

Say it with me, “Girls are so much easier to potty train!”

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Today is Cole’s due date. To type that out, with no little baby sleeping next to me, with no baby still growing inside of me, pains me. I tried to rationalize today as just another hurdle in the grief cycle. I thought it would be hard, but Hayden and I had been doing well lately, and I didn’t expect it to knock me over. But it did. And not just today. This whole past week has been hard. And by hard I mean full-out crying at work at lest twice a day. Twice a day was a “good day” last week.

As many of you know, I’m not a sit-and-dwell-on-it type of person. Life knocks you around and you really have no choice but to get back up and keep going. You can’t change the past, just learn from it and keep moving. And that’s how I’ve tried to deal with this. It sucks, it hurts, it’s all-out shitty…but we have to move on. As anyone who has been through the loss of a child will know, it’s not that easy. I carried him for 17 weeks. 17 weeks. Please know I’m not trying to take away the pain of someone who has lost earlier in pregnancy, but 17 weeks is a long time. 17 weeks is “are you going to plan a funeral?” 17 weeks is “what will you do with his remains?” 17 weeks.

I caught myself wondering, earlier last week while in the shower, if Jacob and Harper will grow up resenting Cole. As I rationalized it early that morning, we’ll always recognize the day we lost him, October 17, and we’ll always recognize his due date, March 31. After all, he would have been our third March baby. Would they resent that we stopped, remembered, and how ever else we decide to recognize these days in the future? Then I snapped back to reality and realized it’s important for them to know why we’re sad. To know why there’s an urn on the sofa table. To know why there are only two of them. When I really thought about it, I realized they will get the recognition every day. Every new thing they do, every time they make us laugh: we’re there in the moment with them. The least we can do is recognize Cole twice a year.

So, we’ll get through this day. Because guess what? October is coming at the end of the year. And March will be here again next year. We have no choice but to make a conscious choice about how we will recognize these days. Of course I’ll try to keep myself so busy I can’t think about it (hello, large birthday for two kids). I even started working more with Photoshop again, trying to teach myself new things. It’s easy for me to lose myself for hours trying to learn something new. And that’s part of the reason I instituted Book Thursday. I need some time to just escape in a good book–so now everyone has to 😉

Thank you for the thoughts, cards, and wishes you have sent our way. This is a journey and we’re walking it the best we know how. And we couldn’t do that without you. Each of you is important to us and to our journey.

Not above your head, silly. Look at the blog address. Yep, you can now reach me at gbabies.me. You can still get here using the old address, so no need to change your bookmarks. But, this address is shorter to remember and type.

Jacob: Mom, we haven’t had dessert.
Me: Okay, let’s have a cupcake!
–Busy myself cleaning up the living room. Look over, kids smiling and eating away.
–Walk over…
Me: HOW MANY HAVE YOU HAD?
–Uncontrollable laughter from Jacob, Harper, and me.
–Grab camera and take a picture. I know she had at least two, based on the icing content of the cupcake she had in front of her. That means he was on his THIRD!

Hiding…trying to finish ANOTHER cupcake!

Hiding…trying to finish ANOTHER cupcake!

Finally, it was Jacob’s birthday. He had to wait for Hayden, for me, for Harper, and for his party…poor kid didn’t think it would ever come. But Saturday was finally his day. Gia and Papaw came over for lunch and we had his favorite: Gia Pasta with no salad (that’s no onion or green pepper). After lunch we opened presents. Ever.single.one was what “I’ve always wanted!”

Ever hear of "dinner and a movie"? This is "bath and a movie."

Ever hear of “dinner and a movie”? This is “bath and a movie.”