November 25, 2013

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My Minivan Mid-Life Identity Crisis…

The value of identity of course is that so often with it comes purpose. ~Richard Grant

This particular post is one I have been wanting to write for ages, but perhaps acknowledging my own insecurities and inadequacies here in writing was even a bit much for me. Yet, I know I am not alone, so I will write this and expose myself to potential criticism, but at least I can honestly see the ridiculousness in all of its purity and subsequently acknowledge the purpose of what I am about to share with you.

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Here she is…Foxy in all of her glory…

I BOUGHT A MINI VAN. Yes it’s true. A silver, 2012 Town and Country. The doors open automatically, it starts from my key FOB and the seats completely collapse into the floor. BUT, YES, I, SHANNON PRUITT, officially own a minivan.

 I am pausing for those that know me to allow for their squeals of laughter to subside….any family member or friend that I have said these words to in the last 4 months has had this exact reaction.

Now, I realize some of you may be insulted by the identity crisis that avalanched upon me in the Chrysler dealership on that hot summer day, 37 weeks and 5 days pregnant at 39 years old, but please allow me to explain. The honest truth starts with the fact that I never thought I would buy a minivan. That I would find some other way to accomodate the unexpected baby M, and our 3 year old, soon to be four year old twins who would all be in car seats. I scoured car websites, and went over the interior images with the analysis of a forensics specialist discecting a crime scene. I zeroed in on every possible seat configuration. Yes, it was possible to get 3 car seats in the back of some of the cars, but with no cargo space and most car backseats needing to be collapsed to access the often “faux illusion of a 3rd row,” the image of Q having to try to crawl through the trunk everytime we went somewhere as a family either put me into fits of disbelieving laughter or horrendous guilt over my clear issues around what would likely be the invevitable…owning a mini van.

On that hot day in July, just 7 days before Baby M graced us with her amazing presence in this world, I sat with Q, E, KSP and my dad haggling over interest rates. At the same time, I tried to rationalize and understand why I was having so many emotions about what is clearly such a trivial and silly experience. Not too mention, I do know that we are so fortunate to be able to buy a minivan to accomodate our growing family, but I was in a different state, my own form of a mid-life identity crisis. It occured to me, it all came down to my “mom pie-chart.” Normally, this pie chart is happily filled with mom of 3 amazing minis, wife, family, friends, career, but suddenly all I could see was a silver town and country mini van, my recently acquired Costco membership and a pair of mom jeans barreling at me threatening to make their way onto my person. Perhaps part of it was that I didn’t have a lot of clarity of what was happening around my job, or as I call it, my hiding place. Not a hiding place from anything or anyone but a hiding place for my sanity. A place and something to focus my mind and channel my energy into that keeps the rest of me afloat. A place that I don’t get swallowed up by the unknown of the future.

For context, almost daily, I have a conversation about the future and the implications of everything we do today. A future for which I have no handbook. A future that involves supplemental trusts and trust executors and potential life long care for my now 4 year old daughter. And an unknown of what Q will be like when he grows up and will he, or now Baby M, ever want to or be capable of taking on that responsibility. How to protect her and keep her safe and make sure she is treated and loved just as KSP or I would if we would be with her forever.

So, with no clarity on my clients, a new baby due anyday and 2 minis who have their own distinct roles and needs within our family, I melted down in the shiny floored, new car smelling, overly air-conditioned car dealership. The minivan was a metaphor for fear of not having a way to compartmentalize. For fear of losing myself and subsequently being unable to do what I need to do to face the unknown each day. Now, that’s a lot of pressure to put on one car…pretty sure I won’t be pitched to do any Chrysler commercial creative anytime soon.

Driving home that day in my new mini van I felt the tectonic shift in the plates of my heart, the realization that we were about to have a baby, that our lives were going to again change. That the minivan was going to carry our new family of 5 into the future.

Precious Cargo

Precious Cargo

4 months later, with hormonal clarity (and in full disclosure a car for my daily running around), the silver minivan has a name and a place in our family. Her name, Foxy the legend, given to her by a good friend whose first response, like so many when they found out that I bought a minivan, “You bought a minivan!” Is derived from her silver sassy appearance and she is legendary for the way she was purchased and more than that, that she safely carries around our most precious angels. She enables us to go places with our loved ones that we could not do in another type of car. She is let’s Q be king of the car and watch over Baby M and gives us updates on her status. She lets little E see the world around her through big windows so she can happily babble away in the seat next to Baby M. She is a welcome part of my mom pie chart. She will be full of laughter and love and will motor us into the future unknown where no matter what we do we will do with the purpose of reminding ourselves why that day is ‘anewfavoriteday.’

October 18, 2013

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The Wondertwins turn 4!

“When the most important things in our life happen we quite often do not know , at the moment, what is going on.” C.S. Lewis

Four years ago this morning truer words could not have been spoken. I had really no idea what was going on other than my babies had just arrived and it was all surreal.  This morning, I remember it like it is that morning, 7:10 am and Q arrived, 2 lbs 15 oz, not breathing, not crying, just silence.  Then E, all  2 lbs 8 oz of her, at 7:12 am, only whispers.  Flashes of blue scrubs from the corner of my weary eyes, and a quick picture with each next to my tear streaked and exhaust

E and Q meet for the first time at 5 weeks old...

E and Q reunite for the first time at 5 weeks old…

ed face and they were gone.  It was the one of the two best days of my life and it was by far away the most important day of my life and yet I had no idea at the time.

Today, is Q and Es’ 4th Birthday.  Yes, the appropriately named Wondertwins are 4. I keep saying it because I can hardly believe it myself.

Since that day 4 years ago, time has flown yet the moments with both Q and E stand still like pictures and movies in mind.  Their smiles and giggles tickle my ears and warm my heart.  I can feel their joy and pain.  Their fear and their fortitude.  I take moments to snuggle them and appreciate them every single day (even the rough ones:)).  I remember what they have shown me about strength, compassion, perseverance, empathy, joy, and love.   I know that they have made me a much better person in the journey of my own life.

Their arrival was the most important day in my life because it changed me forever.  It has challenged me beyond anything I could have imagined while giving me the greatest fulfillment in the smallest of moments.  Moments that would have likely been lost on me had everything not been the way that is has been.  Moments, I would have not known to appreciate.  Moments to wonder at all of our many blessings and moments to realize just how precious every moment our time is together.

I often think this blog is my love letter to my children.  The one that they will one day read and realize how much I am truly grateful for them. The love letter that even if they cannot read, when Q or M reads it to E, she will feel the love that radiates from the words that I write.  As we embark upon a new year of their life, we will watch as they grow and change and meet new milestones big and small, but we will grow and change with them. Their birthday marks a new year for a new appreciation for what’s to come and a reminder to continue to be grateful for all of those moments that we are so very very very fortunate to have.

Happy Birthday Q and E. You are my precious Angels and thank you for giving me this journey. While I may not have totally understood just how many ways today was important 4 years ago, I certainly do today.  Today is ‘mynewfavoriteday.’ I hope you will join me in wishing my little miracles happy birthday and take a moment to feel the joy and gratitude that fills my entire being and let it be a lens through which to view your own gifts.

Forever and ever...

Forever and ever…

“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I am living, my babies you’ll be.”

Happy Happy Birthday.

Love always,

Mama

Quote from the book, “I’ll Love You Forever” by Robert Munsch and Sheila McGraw

October 1, 2013

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The soul surpasses what the mind thinks is possible.

“The mind determines what’s possible, the soul surpasses it.” ~ Pilar Coolinta

Today is a big day.

Today one year ago my soul was put to work beyond any measure I could have imagined. Until then, my mind had been doing most of the deciding what’s possible. What E, could handle, what could happen, how she would grow and evolve.  My mind told me that Q was an amazing gift and E’s forever partner in showing her what’s possible by not treating her different, by showing us that she is exactly as she should be. My mind told me that we were all set with minis and our family was complete and could not possibly handle more.

On October 1st, 2012, my mind went silent as I heard the words “it’s Angelman Syndrome.” I knew it was possible.  I had asked for the test.  But yet, all I could feel was, it’s not possible.

The world as I knew it would never be the same. It has never been completely the same….but that’s exactly the point.

I have written about that day more than once,  because I can still feel every emotion that went along with the words in that moment and the minutes and hours that followed. The extreme sadness, fear, despair, anger, grief, burdened not my mind but my soul.  It’s my soul that can still call these emotions up on demand.  I feel them in a cool trickle that seeps from the deepest part of me.  I cannot fight it.   I can see the movie as it plays out in my mind.  The last look on KC’s face as she closed her laptop. The strum ringtone of the phone. The genetic counslor’s  words as they ring in my ears and my own polite and measured response. The look of nervous anticipation on M and G’s face. M’s swift movements around the large conference to hug me.  The warmth of G and M’s hands, my very own angels, as we lay on a cushion tipsy on Whispering Angel trying to shut out the pain.

One year later, the only thing that I can feel even more deeply and that challenges the wave is the moment I look into the eyes of my dear sweet daughter E and I see her light.  Her light and love for life.  It is not her mind that knows these parts of her, it is her soul.  The power of this love comes not from my mind, but from my soul.  In her eyes I see that my mind cannot know what’s possible, only her soul can show me.

All around me lately are stories of sadness.  Miscarriages, difficult diagnoses, even death.  Situations I cannot imagine and yet even as my heart breaks for each of them, I have no words to comfort other than, I am here and sending love.  As I listen, I always hear some combination of the trickle in their voice as their minds grapple with the reality and the fear of what’s unknown and next.

Last Thursday night, KSP and I were on the host committee for an event benefitting Angelman Syndrome.  The money raised went to fund a fellowship in honor of one the deceased former researchers who dedicated himself to finding a cure for Angelman Syndrome. As part of the event one of the research recipients of the fellowship got up to speak about why she had dedicated herself to a rare syndrome.   She talked about the happy demeanor of the children and how they try so hard. She outlined some of the challenges that the parents face.   As she spoke, the trickle began to seep through me.  I realized I often forget the reality.  My mind sees what’s possible and what is.  As the tears streamed down my face in front of some of our dear friends who attended and strangers I did not know, E’s face and voice appeared in my mind.  Her bright smile. Her vocalizations. Her clear eyes full of comfort and love and I felt her  presence.  She was there reminding me how far she had come. How she had already surpassed what’s possible and had taken us all with her.

Today, is a new October 1st.  The pain of the day last year will never go away, but I want to see the day now from the happy part of my soul. From E’s eyes and through her soul.  It would be a lie to say it’s easy and that I do not still feel fear, grief, and sadness now and then, but more than that I feel love and I bask in her delight with herself and everything around her.  Her delight in what’s possible.

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Through the eyes and soul of an angel.

It will be her soul that helps me surpass what my own mind thinks as possible.  It would seem that this is a feat that can only be accomplished by Angels, and an Angel she is…my sweet Angel E.

No matter what you are going through happy or painful.  No matter what your mind has determined is possible or not.  No matter what you assume or think should happen, listen to your soul.  It is a place within you where all things are possible for you and those you love. It may require looking at things a little differently. It may require abandoning expectations. It may require a whole new focus.  It may require looking at something through someones elses’ soul so that your own feelings become more clear.  It is here, in this place, the quiet place where you can find even the smallest sliver to make today ‘anewfavoriteday.’

I invite you all to reset with me today.  To take a pain, fear, sadness and find the one thing that can turn it and make it just a little bit better.  It all else fails, see today through this sweet Angel’s soul and you can find a space to make today ‘anewfavoriteday.’

 

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August 27, 2013

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An unknown dream comes true…Baby M.

“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
― Alice Sebold

5 weeks.

It’s been 5 weeks since I sat, enormously pregnant, on my oversized brown leather chair in our family room and typed my last post on Sunday night July 20th.

It was 5 weeks ago that night that I first truly acknowledged and said I was excited about the future. 5 weeks since I had made it to place where I was no longer fearful about what life would be like when baby M arrived and no longer fearful that putting my words out there would bring my worst fears of not making it to term.

5 weeks ago today, in a scheduled 3:36 am post,  I put my happiness and excitement out into the universe in writing and in my own words.

And, it was 5 weeks ago today at 3:30 am I had my first contraction, went into labor and Baby M arrived into the world, into our family, and into my heart and soul.

5 weeks ago today, my heart healed. As a reader, Heather, so aptly put it, Baby M was the tonic that seeped into the cracks of my heart I thought were beyond repair. Cracks that I thought were scars and would never heal, but now they are lighter. They are quiet. They are no longer so raw.

The past 10 months  have changed my life in a way I never knew I dreamed.  Laughter and tears, and laughter about my tears have been a constant.  I have struggled with my own emotions in a way that was completely foreign to me.  Joy, fear, guilt, anxiety, frustration, happiness….over and over again, wave after wave and in no particular order these feelings would rush through my body as if being carried like a drug through my bloodstream. I could feel them all over my pregnant body.

And then in a moment that will forever be marked on my memory, it all went a way and  I only felt peace. As I reached out my arms at exactly 7 pm on 7/22 and pulled my new baby girl onto my chest,  a true  peace settled over me. A peace I knew would now last.  A peace that would be my new baseline. Another moment to grab onto and forever seal with all the other moments of Q and E that have become the dreams I never knew I had.

A new beginning....

A new beginning….

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Baby M…our precious Princess.

There are so many posts to follow this one, the funny things that happened, the other happiness and challenges that have come with our new life, but today is about my unknown dream, baby M.  Today is about our own little Princess, who, while the world watched Prince George come into the world on July 22 and I am sure was bringing his own sense of healing, our precious Baby M was joining us to heal this mama’s heart.  Setting a new course for each day to truly be ‘mynewfavoriteday.’

I am so proud and happy to introduce you all to precious Baby M.  and hope that some of my joy, my faith in everything happens for a reason, and my peace finds its way to you to make today ‘yournewfavoriteday.’

❤ Shannon

July 22, 2013

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Do overs, hope and a new path.

“Where hope grows, miracles blossom.”~ Elna Rae –

As I sit here now nearly 39 weeks pregnant, yes, nearly 39 weeks…I am finally breathing again.  Figuratively and sometimes literally, I held my breath for 38 weeks.  And then last Wednesday, I hit 38 weeks. Until that day, each day leading up to this point has been a point of reflection on my first go around at having my precious E and Q, which we all know didn’t go so well.  Each week became a mile marker of what I knew the development of a baby to be outside the womb.  Each week a battle to not let Baby M be a preemie.  To grow her safely inside me beyond even the 37 week premature  marker so that her whole being could develop inside of me. Each week and routine decision loaded with a sense of responsibility and a hum of anxiety.

Now,  at 38 weeks and 4 days pregnant, my sweet baby M has fully functioning lungs and heart and brain. She has the ability to simultaneously suck, breathe and swallow. She can regulate her own body temperature, oh, and did I mention, she is a BIG girl.  Nearing 8 lbs and continuing to grow.  She will look like a baby. A baby who is ready to enter the world, and hopefully, if all goes well, a baby who will ride down the hospital elevator in a small old fashioned navy blue carriage with me in a wheel chair by her side to the parking garage. KSP will pull the car around and we will put her in her car seat to take her home with us. If everything goes smoothly and “normally,” she and I will have the moment that I walked past countless times each day for 4 months that I went to visit E and Q in the NICU the first time around. Countless moments of sadness and most often tears engulfing me as I longed to be those families, and those mothers.  Now, I may just get the chance.  A do over.

Our sweet baby M has given us all a do over.  A way to heal that we could not have embarked upon without her own fight, determination and decision to join us. Admittedly, it was a long road for me.  To see our family as one of 5 and not as 4, but today, at 38 weeks and 4 days, I am excited. Excited to meet her. Excited to welcome her. Excited to be uncomfortable in my body and “ready.”  Excited to push myself to go out for a walk so that I will hopefully motivate her to the next phase.  Excited (finally) to have perfect strangers make silly and kind comments about the very burgeoning belly.  Just excited.

Each moment starting 4 days ago has given my heart and spirit a much needed do over.  It has freed the deepest part of my soul to hope in a new way.  Hope,  in a way that brings light and fresh air with no presence of the familiar cobwebs of fear. Hope in a way that gives us a new path on this journey. At 38 weeks and 4 days pregnant, it’s hope in our new little girl that has reminded our whole family  that our miracles continue to blossom and that while we cannot always see the path ahead,  love and hope have taught and will continue to teach us all that each day can truly be ‘anewfavoriteday.’

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May 31, 2013

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A spectrum of vulnerability.

“It is not our toughness that keeps us warm at night, but our tenderness which makes others want to keep us warm.” ~ Harold Lyon

I have never really been good at asking directly for help.  In many ways it always felt like I was somehow in turn admitting I was weak.  Even now, I struggle.  I am sure part of this stems from my need to be good at things. To feel like I have things under control. To feel like I could control the outcomes if I did x, y, or z. By nature,  I am positive. An optimist. I am a doer. I solve problems.  I don’t focus on what’s wrong as much as how to fix it.

Professionally, I have always been good at this problem-solving and having it together, personally, I have lived by the same rules. If I was having a hard time, I never wanted to stop to feel sorry for myself, believing that focusing on the solution was a much better use of my time.  Asking for help in my own book, and only as it applied to me, meant I was becoming a victim of my circumstances.  Until I realized that not being vulnerable and asking for help was in some ways its own form of weakness…to not admit that I can’t do it all with a smile and positive attitude.

The circumstances around having Q and E submerged me into this world of lack of control. E’s delays and the persistent unknowns reinforced that sometimes no matter what you do, there is no easy solution. A crystal clear path or outcome.  My solution was to own what I could do. How I, and we, could all rise up to meet the challenges.  Just when I thought things were “under some form of control” I found out I was pregnant.

This part of the journey more than the mile markers before it have taught me new levels of vulnerability.  Acknowledging my own limits, as well as other people putting limits on me.  Fear of  the past repeating itself driving me to ask for help. To admit I can’t do everything forcing me out of my comfort zone of my perceptions of control.

I am now 31 weeks pregnant and live each day with a combination of gratitude and relief.  My Dr.’s voice rings through my head daily to “behave.” To take it easy, to not overdue it. To get help  By his orders I asked for some much-needed help to keep E and Q’s rigorous schedule while protecting baby M still growing in my belly.   In many ways it felt like I was laying all my cards on the table in a high-stakes game of poker and in others it felt like I was shedding a giant boulder that I had been lugging around.

In my vulnerable state, gratefully my dad and Mother-in-Law were both able and willing to alternate weeks to come help me keep the frenzy of our lives going for the next month.  As my body grows more and more tired and uncoordinated, my mind is forced to admit even more that I am not able to do what I could do before and that I cannot compromise on any level the potential safety of Baby M and ultimately our family unit as we know it.  I now have to say no to things. To say I can’t.  To say I am not able.  To say I am too tired. All things that are not part of my make-up; yet, in some ways have given me new strength.  Permission to be ok to take care of myself.

I hope to remember this as a lesson going forward once Baby M arrives. To remember that vulnerability brings new warmth and strength of a different kind.  That vulnerability beyond my written word  shielded by a computer screen and through practice in my own life is a new milestone on this journey.  Opening new doors and new pathways of possibility for being going forward.  New ways to make each day ‘anewfavoriteday.’  I wish you all tenderness and vulnerability that will give you a new way  to see each day as ‘anewfavoriteday.’

April 25, 2013

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Love sees what is most true.

Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true.” ~ Vanna Bonta

As I sit here 26 weeks pregnant today and approach each day with caution,  I can feel my love for our new baby girl grow exponentially.  I wait anxiously for the smallest movements, rolls, kicks and pokes. I count each day and each week backwards from when I delivered Q and E at 28 weeks, just 2 short weeks from now.  Even as I type these words, I can feel the breath catching in my lungs waiting hopefully for my mouth to open and exhale…the physical manifestation of my entire being begging for the unavailable confirmation that everything will be different this time. Yet, even in this expected ambiguity, with each roll, kick and poke, I find comfort and confirmation that everything is as it should be right now.  Although we cannot see her, all of us have our own connection with the sweet girl, we will name Mia.

While the  love from KSP and me is obvious as her parents, the love between siblings can be harder to distinguish; however, with a discerning eye and some intuition, it is all clear as if peering through a window to the soul.

Each day, little Q touches my belly and says, “that’s baby Mia?”  I always respond with “yes, bug, do you want to say hi to her, she can hear you.”

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Q says hello to baby Mia a month ago…

He always replies yes, and tentatively puts his face right up against my belly and with muffled words, says “hi, baby Mia.” I can’t help but smile from the inside out as a warmth radiates throughout my body each time.

With E it’s a different approach, and in some way, it’s more as if little Mia is the one taking the initiative; as if she knows….

The reason we chose the name Mia was not simply because we liked the name.  We chose Mia because we truly believe it is a word that, no matter how limited E’s vocabulary, she will be able to say some version of her sister’s name.  That, with her new ability to say “mmmm” and “ba ba ba ba” she will at some point near or far into the future, she will be able to say some word that sounds like  “Mia” that she will associate with her sister.

Perhaps it is this knowledge that Mia already knows in her heart. That while she is the baby girl, she will someday be the big girl.  So each night as I hold E to give her her bottle before bed on my ever-expanding belly, little Mia starts to kick her sister.  To say hello.  To these little nudges, E’s eyes light up and she gives me a smile to say, I know too Mama.

In those moments, suddenly all the anxiety about if everything will be ok, about being afraid of the past, about how we will manage the future, flies out the window, for as it has always been, it will be the love that guides us in how it will all work.  We are not blind.   I am not blind, for I see what is most true…love all around in everyday words, looks, moments, and gestures.  I hope you can all find this love somewhere today with a child, spouse, sibling, friend, pet, or whatever or whoever brings you joy, and let that love make today ‘anewfavoriteday.’

March 6, 2013

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One More Mini to Love….it’s a new “newfavoriteday.”

“A new baby is the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.” ~ Eda J. Le Shan

Yes, you are reading this right.  The Pruitt clan is expanding.  It’s been quiet around this blog, mostly as this quote isn’t entirely representative of where my mental state started when I found out I was expecting.  At 19 weeks, I am finally here, but to say this little one was unexpected, a surprise, not in the plan, would be an understatement.  As we all know, after trying to conceive for almost 2 years, I had to go through IVF to be granted the blessing of Q and E. Aside from all the obvious, “there are things you can do,” I am now 38, I couldn’t get pregnant the first time around, and I wasn’t expecting to be able to get pregnant now….But, guess what, I am now that story.

Now, I am sure some folks are thinking, how can she say this, gasp!  But, our experience of delivering and having minis hasn’t been exactly typical.  Additionally, we have had a baby in our sweet angel E for the past 3.5 years.  At a 10 month developmental age, I was terrified we would let her down. Somehow, not be able to continue to give her what she needs and will continue to need to progress.  To give her the very best opportunity possible to find her best quality of life.  On the flip side, I feared for little Q, who is thriving as he continues to learn and bring light and love into our lives: would we be able to continue to give him the unique place in our family as our bug?  How could we, and I, truly practically integrate an infant into our lives, between therapy, work, advocacy, school, and still give this new little miracle the kind of love and attention that it will deserve.

As so often it is, the view in the rearview mirror is much clearer, and as fate will often have it, we learn and grow from each experience, with each experience becoming the foundation for another.

At 13 weeks, as we waited for the results of my CVS with a full panel of genetic testing (a test done to identify any conditions or issues with the fetus), my anxiety levels crept to new heights with each passing day.  I was holding off on my attachment. I could feel it.  I had been down this road before. Expecting the call the first time around from E’s testing, contrary to what I believed they would say, rocked my world to its core.  I had thought when E had done her genetic testing it would come back negative. We would chalk her delays up to Cerebral Palsy (brain damage), not a lifelong, rare genetic condition, Angelman Syndrome.  As the fear grew that history may repeat itself, so did my realization that I was attached.  That I had turned a corner. That, while my fears of how we would do this and make this work hadn’t totally dissipated, I knew in my heart of hearts that like everything, we would figure out a way for this little one to become seamlessly part of our family.

When the phone rang at 3:30 in the afternoon exactly 14 days later, every fiber of my being froze in anticipation. My breathing shallowed and my heart clenched.  The genetic counselor with lightness in her voice said happily, “she is fine.”  A baby girl.  A she. A perfectly healthy, chromosomally normal baby miracle girl.  I could feel the shift like a tectonic plate in my heart.  It would be ok to now allow the sliver of light or hope to shine in.  To embrace the miracle that she could be for our entire family and for me personally to experience a hopefully more typical experience of having a baby.

And so I am.

Each day, I put my hands on my growing belly and welcome our new sweet girl. I tell her about her sister who will inspire her and us to do great things, and how much E will look up to her. I tell her how much she will learn from her brother who is whip smart and the gentle spirit of an angel and as if reinforcing my sentiments, Q will put his hand on my belly and tell me, “there is a baby sister” in your belly.

This post is also part of the journey.  To not be afraid to say it outloud.  To not be fearful that if I do, something bad will happen.  To let this part of the experience be happy and joyful. A friend early on said to me, as she tried to help me cope with the shock and fear I was feeling, “you have no idea how much love this baby will bring into your family.”  She is right, but with each passing day, little pieces of the wall begin to crumble and I begin to feel the enormity of the love that is awaiting us all.

So it begins,  a new chapter of “mynewfavoriteday.” As each day evolves and life changes, there will be good and tough days, but each day will hold in it the pure love, hope and wonder of possibilities that comes with not just a baby but with being able to see each moment, day and event as an opportunity of possibility.  Perhaps as we go through the hopefully next 4 months together before little baby girl arrives we can all remind one another of just one moment of each day where we can see this moment clearly and all be reminded each day has the hope of being ‘anewfavoriteday.’

February 11, 2013

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Love…Infinity X Infinity.

“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”
— Agatha Christie

If you are a “Revenge” fan like me, then you will have been excited about the return of a new episode last night. As it hasn’t yet aired as I type this, I am excited to see just what Emily has gotten herself into now. If you aren’t familiar with the show, Emily is avenging the unjust prosecution and subsequent killing of her father.  One of the things that carries through the entire series is the “infinity x infinity symbol” that was their sign between them as a Father and Daughter.  It was a gift he gave her that she could always take with her.

As Valentine’s Day approaches, I think about all the “Infinity x Infinity” loved ones in my life. KSP, my little Q and E, our family and friends.  In the past, when it was just me, or even in a relationship I was never a big Valentine’s Day person, mostly because I never had a lot of boyfriends, just guy friends.  But, I have always loved love.  Now that I am a mother, I love teaching my minis about love. About what it means to love. To show love. To give love. To receive love. So that they know that their parents love one another and will provide as best we can a stable foundation of love that they can draw from. So that they know how much they are loved. That “Infinity x Infinity” can only begin to scratch the surface of how much they are loved.  There is a pure beauty and simplicity in the concept of “Infinity  x Infinity.”  As a mother, I am also sometimes surprised by the power of my love for Q and E.  The strength it gives me to fight on their behalf, to speak up when I don’t think they are getting what they deserve when my voice might have failed me in the past, and the purest joy when I achieve something they need.  It is in these times that I truly no that this love defies anything that can be explained and transform a person into something they never knew or thought they could be.

So as I love love, and there is a holiday about love approaching this week, I will be embarking upon a little project with my minis. The plan is we will make cookies, and also cut out some hearts to make our own little version of cards for those we love.  While I can promise the cookies will probably turn out well, and the cards probably will not (I am not so crafty, but I try:)), there was also a special treat for me this week to remind me as an outward symbol of the infinite love I feel and receive. HElZBERG Diamonds reached out to me as they know about my guilty pleasure “Revenge” to ask me I would accept a pair of their new”Infinity X Infinity” collection diamond earrings, I had to say yes, who wouldn’t?  It was a perfect combination of 3 things, a symbol of  infinite love, beautiful earrings, and a lovely reminder that while we also love all those around us, sometimes it’s important to be reminded that we are loved, and that we love ourselves.

Infinity X Infinity Diamond Earrings in Sterling Silver

It was such fun treat for me, and I even got to wear them already!  So as you think about showing symbols of love on Valentine’s Day, whether to someone else, or even just yourself, be sure to check out the other beautiful options available from the collection and if you are a “Revenge” fan, it will be even that much more fun!  A big thanks to HELZBERG Diamonds for the special treat for me!

http://www.helzberg.com/category/collections/infinity+x+infinity.do

Whether or not you like Valentine’s Day, I hope this Thursday you will appreciate all those that you love and that love you.  Grand and small gestures alike can make someone feel special and when we help someone feel special, it can put all of us in a place to have “anewfavoriteday.” I know I will be appreciating all of you for the infinite love and support you have given me and our family in the past 2 years.

Shannon

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February 5, 2013

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Red Light, Green Light and the joys of Yellow Light.

Slow down and enjoy life. It’s not only the scenery you miss by going to fast – you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.” ~ Eddie Cantor

“Red Light, STOP!”

“Green Light, run run run!”

Fits of giggles and laughter from little Q filled the air.  It was a simple day. We had a lot of work going on in house, which basically had our house looking like a scene from the movie “Outbreak” without the rabid monkey, so Q and I decided to stroll down to Starbucks.  It was a sunny day.   The bright sun warmed my shoulders like a light blanket, and we walked slowly.  On our way, Q stopped to point out and count street numbers, white fences, blades of grass, big trees, black cars, and flashing lights.  We weren’t in hurry, so we ambled.

On our way home, after more of the same 3 year old musings, he suddenly burst out with “Red Light!”  It caught me off guard, but as if channeling my owner inner child, I stopped in my tracks.  He instantly laughed and shouted “Green Light!,” to which I grabbed his hand and said in a silly voice, “run, run, run, run.”

“Red Light!” he shouted again and we stopped in our tracks.  In that moment, I decided to introduce ‘Yellow Light.’

I put on my best slow motion voice, and dramatically grabbed his hand and said “Slllllloooooowwwww, slooooooowwww, sllllooooooowwww,” while moving our bodies super slow over the sidewalk.  Quinn giggled and yelled “Green Light.”  Again we laughed and ran, and then it was time for “Red Light!”  I once again tried the “Yellow Light, Slllllloooooowwwww, slooooooowwww, sllllooooooowwww,” and while we still giggled, I could feel the urgency in both of us to get to the fun stuff, “Red Light, Green Light.”

But why did we need to rush? Why did it feel uncomfortable to slow down and not be running, or not be completely stopped?  When we were going slow, I could feel each movement and my mind raced with how much fun I was having just being with Q. Playing this very simple game in the sunshine with my little bug. I could feel the emotions of the moment.

It was then I realized how fast we live our lives. Of course I know this in my mind, but our day to day lives require speed and a pace to keep up with everything.  But in the ‘Yellow Light,’ I also caught myself and made a note to take a few minutes each day to find our ‘Yellow Light’ with each of the minis.  To not be so focused on what we need to do, getting out the door, therapies, schedules and to focus more on silliness, giggles, sweet moments of peace, and cuddles.

I do not want to miss where we are going and why. I want to remember always that no matter where we are going, we are together and we are going the same direction. That my minis will always know that they can stop me for a special moment and that in my ability to slow down, I will recognize it and enjoy it and make it special for them.

Since 2 weeks ago, I have done more singing, imaginary voices, silly jokes, and surprise tickles and no longer is ‘Yellow Light’ so unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable. I hope you can all find a few minutes each day for a ‘Yellow Light.’  No matter what’s happening, and even if it’s the moment where you crawl in bed at night after a long day, let that moment be your ‘Yellow Light’ and make that day ‘anewfavoriteday.’ 

 

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