This has been a wonderful and an interesting year.
For many months, I felt somewhat jaded and let down by a lot of situations and by a lot of people. I hate having those feelings and hate that those feelings ate away at my spirit for a while.
I had a miscarriage back in October. I was almost done with my first trimester. I know people have been through far worse, but this almost tore me up.
While miscarrying, I drove myself and my 2 little ones to the doctor's office...and waited for 3 hours on the table, sobbing. One of the other doctors in the practice came into my room and took the ultrasound machine away, saying that there was a worried mother in the other room and that they needed to use the machine right away. I sobbed some more but tried to keep myself together, because I didn't know how to explain to my worried Charlie what was going on. My doctor finally came in and actually got teary eyed herself.
I felt every emotion possible. Emotional and physical pain, bitterness, resentment. You name it, I felt it.
I had the announcements ready to go for Halloween. I painted the boys' hands and put them on a spider web as spiders with an extra set announcing that there would be another little one coming soon.
I about threw the computer across the room when I saw someone blog that they "despised" dressing their baby bump...on the same day that I was packing my maternity clothes up to put back in the attic.
I couldn't understand how some people don't even enjoy being around their children, yet they are the ones having the children.
I hated that I had to go to the doctor's office for weeks and weeks afterwards because my levels were still too high...and despised the nurse who told me that I couldn't get my flu shot there because I wasn't an "OB" patient...just a "GYN" patient. (She got an earful, and I got my shot.)
I nearly fell on the floor when I was going in for final miscarriage "stuff" (TMI for the internet) and a lady was coming out complaining that she "wanted a boy, NOT a girl" after her gender ultrasound.
Another big part of this whole thing was I thought that I had already experienced this. I had already gone through a miscarriage...it was devastating...and I learned from it. What could I possibly learn from a second one?
A few weeks ago, I actually learned what I think I was supposed to get out of this. (An experience I'm only sharing with certain family members.) It was strange, and kind of amazing, and in that moment of realization, I was grateful.
I've also learned that I can't plan everything. I didn't plan those 2 years of infertility before Charlie, I didn't plan that 1st miscarriage, and I didn't plan this one...but somehow everything has worked out just great.
I'm at peace with everything now, and am beyond grateful for the two sweet, adorable boys that I have to love on everyday.
The other day, as soon as we got home, I turned around to get the boys out of their seats, and saw them doing this ^. Melted my heart a hundred times over.
I am so blessed, and have learned to count those blessings every single day.
PS. This coming up Monday is the last day in 2012 (ahhh!?!?) I hope you're getting your Favorite Things posts ready to link up with me!