Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Prayer for Those Who Lose Shoes and Those Who Have None to Lose
Monday, January 31, 2011
Christopher and I were watching something about the Kennedy's home movies on Sunday night, and it hadn't been a particularly difficult day - in fact it had been quite pleasant. We'd spent a great Sunday together as a family, something that I always will cherish. Yet, within a few minutes of watching, I spiraled into a full-on sobbing fit. Did you know that Jackie and Jack had a baby boy that died shortly after birth? His name is Patrick. He was their last child. I had no idea. The "news" hit me like a bomb. It took me right back to that cold, dark examination room, right when they told us that Ava had no heartbeat. How could that be, when I was in labor, ready to deliver her? Don't misunderstand - I am in that hospital room a little bit every day, in some degree or another. But this just hit so hard and unexpectedly, on such a nice evening, and I was lost for an hour in my sweet husband's arms, sobbing hysterically about our dear 1st baby girl. Two years and five months later, I still cry as hard as I did when it first happened. Why is that? HOW is that? And will I ever run out of tears?
I can't tell my whole story of losing Ava at one time, so my posts now and then will contain little bits and pieces of what I can share. I am hoping that someday I am strong enough to tell it in its entirety, because I think that that may help me. I did have to give a pretty detailed account to the few lawyers with whom we spoke soon after Ava's death, but that was different. That was an account of what happened...which we never actually fully found out. But that's quite ANOTHER story. So, blogging is certainly a wonderful free alternative to therapy sessions (which didn't really help me much)! But, don't worry - I will also talk a LOT about my 2nd daughter and my son that will arrive in April. I will share stories of my husband and all of my loved ones. You see, even though Ava never breathed a breath outside of my womb, she is still very much alive inside of me, and as important and precious to me as any of my children. I know that people who read this that have lost children will certainly understand.
There are days that I have had in the past two years and five months that have saved my life - physically, emotionally and spiritually. And there will be many more happy times ahead, I know. I won't understand why I had to lose my daughter Ava until I get to Heaven. You'd better believe I'll wait in line to talk to Jesus and ask Him "why". But something I heard on the radio last night - on a Christian station - gave me hope. The speaker told of something someone said when a father lost his two daughters. "You will spend more happy times in eternity with your children than you would have here on earth". I believe that is true. I HAVE to. And so I move along on this earth, enjoying what I can, awaiting a joyful reunion with my baby girl and all of my loved ones. In the meantime, I'm going to go hug and kiss and squeeze my sweet, funny little 18-month-old.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
My Favorite Things:
My daughter’s smile, eyes, ears, nose, toes, fingers…you get the idea
Baking cupcakes for my family
Fresh new notebooks
A new box of crayons – and actually coloring with them in new coloring books
Singing directly to people in Church and watching their faces light up
Hearing my daughter’s laugh when she teases the dog
Snuggling with my cat on a cold day
Snuggling with my husband on a cold night
Sunday dinner at my mom’s
The aroma of homemade sauce cooking
Buying my daughter pretty outfits without having to hear her opinion (I know that won’t last very long)
Listening to my baby girl talk animatedly in her crib upon waking up – her voice is so pretty!
Coming to the last few pages of a book and actually being able to finish it
Cheesecake Factory White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake – my husband got me a whole one for my 30th birthday as a surprise, and as an extra surprise, he got Aria her own little one for her 1st Christmas…
Feeling my babies move inside me during their gestational period
My Mommy Group – I’m so glad I started it in October 2009 – I love those women!
Going out to eat and having appetizers and dessert
Napping with my daughter
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I started writing my blog just in a Word document in October, and I'm only getting around to publishing it now. So I'll be a little behind to start, but I'll catch up. Today is January 22, 2011, but my first post is from October 1, 2010.
October 1, 2010
I’ve recently been inspired to start a blog. Not because I think anyone actually wants to read it, but because I have to get these thoughts and feelings out onto something concrete so that I can move forward. Literally. I feel held back by my passing thoughts.
I have many ideas for topics, but I’m not sure where to start. So I suppose I’ll just begin with introducing myself – to those who are bored enough to be reading this.
I am a 30-year-old who feels like a 24-year-old, most days. I am a true redhead. I am a trained professional vocalist. I am the sixth of seven children in an Italian/Irish Catholic family. My mom is arguably my best friend. I got married 2 1/2 years ago to a wonderful 100% American Italian Catholic man named Christopher who is from the same hometown and church parish. We’d never met until the summer of 2007. We have one daughter in heaven named Ava, one daughter here on earth named Aria and one baby on the way in April, the gender of whom is yet to be determined. We live in a cute Cape Cod style home in New Kensington, merely 10 houses away from where Christopher grew up, and where his parents still live. My parents live 5 minutes away, as do most of my siblings.
I am fortunate enough to be a stay-at-home mom, although it makes things a little tight financially some months…especially during the Holidays! But it’s totally worth it to us. My mother stayed at home with all seven of us and we are all still very close to her and each other. I love being the main caretaker of Aria, and being able to witness every little change in her that comes with each new day. She’s starting to walk now and it’s the most amazing thing to me – I don’t remember the last time I got so excited by something like I do when I’m cheering her on. She is the most fascinating creature I’ve ever known. It’s safe to say that I’m totally in love with her.
The death of our first daughter, Ava, in August of 2008, has changed me forever. I used to be happier – I can’t explain it. The devastation that occurred inside me the moment we found out she had no heartbeat, while I was in labor, is something that will always be with me – physically, mentally and emotionally. I even look different when I see myself in the mirror and in pictures. It was a major turning point in my life and I can never go back to the person I was before August 27, 2008. But I’ve tried to piece together the parts of a “normal” life so that I’ve been able to move forward – not move on – move FORWARD. There’s a difference. Even though I wanted to die when the angel of my heart passed away, I knew that I couldn’t do that to my husband and my family. And then, three months later, when we found out I was pregnant again (something that I’d sworn I didn’t want in the weeks following Ava’s death), I knew I had to live for this next baby. And, in fact, it was this baby, Aria, who probably saved my life.
I love October. Today is the first day of October 2010 and it is such a perfect day. It is GORGEOUS and sunny and cool. October gives me a renewed sense of hope – weird, I know – since it’s the end of the year. But there’s something about the crisp autumn air and the seasonal treats and the reds, oranges and yellows…that make me joyful. I remember, for the longest time, I wanted to get married in the month of October. That was the original idea when Christopher and I first got engaged. But then we sped things along so that we could provide a home for Ava. I don’t even know how to address that now.
I feel like I should stop right here for now. I know it was a jumble of things, but I hope it served as a proper introduction. I will be elaborating on all this subjects in my coming posts. I want to thank my friends Janene and Christine for inspiring me to create a blog. I hope to get to know all of my readers in their blogs as well. Thank you for taking the time to humor me...