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Tuesday, February 18, 2014
For the outdoorsy, weekend traveling, gear hauling amongst us - this one is a no-brainer. Do you have a rooftop carrier on your car? Want that carrier to be wicked cool and different than all the others you see on the road? Then you best be getting yourself a Monstapod! With just a few stickers you can turn that carrier into a creature of the sea. Whale and shark designs are available and each set of stickers comes with a unique tag number much like the tags scientists use to track animals. Your simple car carrier might very well become the next family pet. You know your kids will love it. Does it get any cuter?!? Of course the carriers tag line is, "I only eat luggage and gear!" Of course.
I love that this company was created in a garage when a husband and wife team decided to spruce up their car carrier with duct tape to surprise their kids. The kids fell in love and a brand was born. I for one would love to see more of these creatures swimming along our roadways. Fun to own, fun to see, and when you buy one they give back. It's a win/win for everyone as part of the proceeds go to support marine conservation. You can also like them on Facebook and Twitter.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
1) For all you high end shoppers... You'll never worry about sounding like an amateur again.
2) Even when they tell you "you can't" - always believe YOU CAN.
3) Loving watching the sports in Sochi. Really cool post with national flags made of food!
4) Wish I didn't always kill my orchids. Perhaps some more realistic options?
5) What does the fox say?
6) Hmmmm... Think about it. I sure will.
7) Ever wonder how J.Crew gets that fabric so bright?
8) Do you like dogs? Do you imagine yours can talk? I really think this is what he is saying...
9) It's still scarf weather. Still. This tutorial changes it up a little.
10) Holy homes!
11) Great lighting - bring a little color to your life!
12) Can someone buy me a penguin? Please? Pretty please?
And your added bonus for this week - a video that had my husband and my friend's husband in stitches tonight. Literally had them doubled over even though they had seen in multiple times before. It's an oldie but a goodie.
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Thursday, February 13, 2014
I'm not one to celebrate "Hallmark" holidays, but I am one to take every opportunity I have to tell the people I love how I feel. My husband, my children, my family and friends - I love you all. I do. And to my readers, thank you for the incredible outpouring of compassion and support that has been sent my way in the last 48 hours. I feel so loved. May your day be full of love too.
“To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.”
— Chinese Philosopher Lao Tzu
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Here is how it all began...
Me: "Sweetie, I really feel like we should have a third child."
My Husband: "Sweetie, I really don't feel that way."
Me: "But Sweetie, there is this little voice inside me saying that someone is still missing from our gang."
My Husband: "That's funny because the voice inside my head says we are really all set."
Me: "Ok, we'll talk about it another time."
My Husband: Silence
And then as any good wife would do I continued to regularly bring up this very same dialogue. Every few days. And often at night. Right before bed. And in the car too. I was seeking answers. I wondered - When does one know when their family is really and truly complete? I know I love babies. And yet I know I do not love being up with them all night before they are sleep trained. I know my parenting heart feels full with the love and energy I give to the two daughters I have. But I am confident that there is room for more love to be squeezed into the deep crevices that remain in the places I am not yet aware of within my heart. And perhaps the biggest issue is that I feel really and truly so very blessed to have two healthy daughters already. I can't help but wonder if I am being greedy. Am I asking God for too much? Are my expectations that He could, should, and would give me one more child unreasonable?
And I question and I wonder. Then I close my eyes and I envision our future. I see Me, John, Emma, and Sophie sitting at a dining room table 5 years from now. We are eating dinner and talking about the best moments of our days. The table and chairs are simple. The home and room within is not discernible. The light is warm. And there, at the table, is this third little face. A deep smile, chubby cheeks, and gentle eyes. There is so much laughter. And that was when I knew. There was one missing. So we forged ahead. John's love for me outweighing his sense of reason. He trusted me and he too was convinced.
And God blessed us. After only a few months of trying we were pregnant. As you would expect - I got to planning right away. I cherished our little secret. For 9 weeks I dreamed of what that little face would look like, the name it was destined to bear, and I envisioned the love my two daughters would shower on this second sibling. At 6 weeks there was a teeny tiny heartbeat. Fast as a hummingbird - that little heart beat saying "I am here, I am here, I am here... Wait for me. I am coming." And then the voice was silenced. Just like that. Without any warning. It was 9 blissful (and almost fear-less weeks). And then it happened, there was no heartbeat. I lay in a doctor's office and heard the words I never envisioned hearing. In an instant - the dream felt eviscerated. It was only 9 weeks - but I swear I had already fallen in love with that little baby.
In the days that followed I was physically sick. I felt short of breath with disbelief. I burst into tears without any warning and felt listless and disoriented. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had this precious little being, no longer alive, inside me. It felt wholly unnatural. I had no sense of how my body would physically process the loss of the pregnancy. I wanted to hide away in bed until it had all passed but I had to go on. Thanksgiving needed to be celebrated, family needed to be joined, and the girls needed their mom to be their mom. And therein lies the rub. Moms are often emotional beings. We crave expression. But there is little time for us to do it. Moms must go on. There is so little time calculated into our days, weeks, months, and years to grieve. It's just not on the schedule. We marched along - and I processed the loss in the few quiet moments that lived in between the chaos.
There were dark days that followed. Tears that seemed to flow ceaselessly, questions that weighed on my heart. Had I not been careful enough? Was God answering my question with finality? I wondered what it all meant. I couldn't help but feel overcome with grief for the women I know and those I do not who have been through this and so much worse. Through the entire process I knew that there were women who had suffered so much more than I had. Women who had lost babies at 20 weeks, 30 weeks, and even worse labored to deliver stillborn children. I couldn't help but cry for them too. And if I am being honest I felt guilt along with my sadness. Losing a baby at just 9 weeks - did I really deserve to grieve? It could have been so much worse. It always can be. I realized this and forced myself to find sympathy and compassion for this premature ending. And with each day that passed I started to feel better - and sometimes worse - but mostly better. If I have learned nothing else in this life it is that we as people are resilient. Time does heal - and as I've aged - I have finally made my peace with the process. I allow it to run its course at its own speed.
In the weeks after our loss I couldn't help but wonder why and how our society has set up a situation where so many women are suffering through these experiences alone. We are encouraged not to tell people we are pregnant until 12 weeks, but then 80% of miscarriages happen before 12 weeks. So we face this incredibly life-altering experience in solitude. We wander around our "every day" lives with a broken heart that no one else is aware of. Some may wonder why I am putting something so private and intimate on the blog. And to that I will say, I share because I find great comfort in the love and support of those around me. And I share because I know with certainty that others after me will walk this journey and I want them to know they are not alone. I want them to know a sisterhood of strong and brave women has walked the path before them. The trail is made of bumpy terrain and deep grooves that tell the tales of the women before them who have suffered and then gone on. Those who have survived. Those whose hearts still swell with love and laughter. Those who have gone on to have other children. The ones that follow will also make it through. They too will find the love and laughter again because they are brave, resilient, and strong.
This I know - God gives to me so I can know what it feels like. All of it. The greatest of the great helps me to maintain a firm hold on gratitude. In the laughter and love of my children I experience a love so deep it nearly hurts within my heart. And then with the losses I learn about the heartache that equalizes us all. Rich or poor, young or old, none of us are immune to loss. And when it hits - we can't help but say, "And now I know how that feels." The challenge is to muddle through the pain and confusion until you get to a place where the sharp pain becomes a dull ache. And in that ache we find compassion. Compassion for those who will follow in our footsteps. Acceptance of our own loss. And deep deep sadness for those who have suffered greater losses than our own.