Monday, February 27, 2012

Ready for My Close-Up

Who needs an entourage when you have a Mama?

And I can't imagine how Gwyneth and Angelina beat me out for best dressed...aren't pink leg warmers and hairbows all the rage these days?!?

Saturday, February 25, 2012

That which we call a rose

Gracie has acquired many nicknames in a short two months...

Scrunch Woo-weege (annoying baby talk version of "Louise")
PB (Perfect Baby)
Bad-pot (Perfect Baby's evil counterpart)
Screamin' Mimi (Mimi is most often with us from about 7 to 10 pm...most of us are wishing she will take a permanent vacation after 12 weeks)
Gracie Lou (occasionally Gracie Lou Freebush for the Sandra Bullock fans)
And finally, though lacking in originality, the Baby (as in Mama looooooooves the Baby!)

So I don't know about a rose, but a baby by just about any other name is still just as sweet

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Shout Out

A BIG thank you to my friend Julia at Pawleys Island Posh for the fabulous overhaul on the blog design!

The little blog is all gussied up and I am loving it.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Two Cute

Some girls just get better with age....Happy Two Months Gracie Lou Harris!

Monday, February 20, 2012

The Rainbow Connection

To be really honest, I still don't feel all that comfortable talking about God.  It wasn't my thing before Rip died, I was always too worried about what other people would think.  But so much has happened to me in the past year, especially during my pregnancy with Gracie, that I can't not write about my beliefs.  So, to quote a friend, "if you don't like it don't look at it!"

I don't think I am anyone special, so the fact that I feel like God heard and answered my prayers during my pregnancy with Gracie just makes me feel as if he really cares that much about each individual person.  For me, with Gracie, it was all about the rainbows.

Gracie is what is called my "rainbow baby", the sun after the storm.  In the Bible, God sends his rainbow as a promise.  I knew both of these things when "Gracie's rainbows" started appearing.  I know I've written about some of this before, but it all started when my mother sent me a picture of a rainbow with the caption "you will be here soon!"...she meant the location, but I took it as an answer to my tearful prayer that morning for a sign that there would be a baby in our future. 

The next rainbow was the most exciting for me...I'd prayed so hard to be pregnant by Easter, but no matter how many tests I took, that second little line wasn't showing up.  I'd really tried so hard to believe, and I was devastated.  I literally got on my knees and prayed...when I opened my eyes a rainbow was there...and when I took that next test, so was that wonderful little line.

And so it went.  After we received scary test results and were asked to come back for follow up, I specifically prayed for a rainbow to show me everything was okay.  Five minutes later, there is was.  I'd be driving home from work, scared out of my mind, and look up only to see old Roy G Biv lighting up the sky.  One day towards the end of my pregnancy, I was praying so hard for a sign that Gracie was going to live and never got one.  Later that night, I asked Parke if he happened to see a rainbow that which he replied "Yeah, there was a huge one out at the beach today."

Like I said, I don't think God picked me as anyone special, I think maybe He speaks to all of us when we need it most.  And it's not that I don't wonder why he did not answer my prayers for Rip, I think about it all of the time.  One day, when I was talking about that with a friend, she pointed me to John 11:35...Jesus wept.  It gave me some comfort that maybe Rip's death made God weep for us...that for whatever the reason Rip had to be taken from us, it wasn't a vengeful God.

There were many, many other ways I felt God through these past two years, and many more since Gracie arrived.  But it was the rainbow connection that had the biggest impact on me.  I truly believe they were the answer to my prayers until the biggest answer, who thank the good lord is FINALLY asleep this morning, arrived.  That's my story, and I'm sitcking to it!

Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Charm of Love

This is something I wrote before Gracie was born, I know now how the story ends but these are some thoughts I'd like to keep and this blog is as good a place as any!

I have always been big on “luck.” Four-leafed clovers, wishing on stars, the whole bit. So when I started driving and a friend gave me a keychain for luck, I took it pretty seriously. It is called a Kokopelli and has been with me on almost every drive for the past fifteen years.

A while ago my husband and I traded cars and, thus, keys. I jokingly warned him to take special care of my good luck charm, but after a while I forgot all about it.

In November 2010, I lost my son seven days after he was born. To say it was the hardest, most painful experience of my life does not do it justice. Despite the absolute heartbreak, his life and death taught me plenty about love.

I learned about the love of friends. That is a love that brings people from hours away, just so they can stand in a hospital and grab your hand when you walk through the longest hallway of your life. Their love arrives with a broom in one hand and a ham in the other, so that even when they can’t take away the pain, they can give you the time to deal with it. A friend’s love fills your house when it seems too empty and then quietly slips away when the world seems too full.

I learned about the love of family. That is a love that fills a church on a day when it would be so much easier to stay away. Their love takes care of the details you can no longer face. They are brothers who try anything to make you smile and sisters who run cool fingers through your hair. Family love tells you that there really are no wrong answers. You can cry, scream, and laugh minute after minute and hour after hour, and family love will be there to hold you when you are through.

I learned about the love of parents. That is a love who relives painful experiences to help you learn that there is life after loss. I learned that, no matter how old you are; in your darkest days there is comfort to be found with your head in the crook of your mother’s neck or against your father’s chest. A parent’s love reminds you of who you are, that even though your life has been turned upside down, you are still a girl who loves to wear big earrings. . . swim in the ocean. . . read good books.

I learned about the love of a husband and a wife. I learned that is has nothing to do with looks, kindness, or a good sense of humor. It has to do with the person who is there to literally hold you up when you fall down. It has to do with the person who crawls into bed beside when you can’t get out of it; it has to do with the one person who really understands. It is love for the one who was there for every second, who knows exactly what it felt like to be there in the beginning and in the end. This love cannot be replaced; it is not interchangeable because no other person knows what it is like to be his mother or father.

I learned what it means to love a child. I learned that love feels like something locking into place; it is a love that makes sense of the world. The love of a child will make you fierce, it will make you hang on for dear life, and it will give you the strength to know when it is time to let go. This love made me a mother, and that is something even death cannot take away. I am every bit my son’s mother today as I was the day he was born; this is a love that does not fade.

I learned a lot about love. But I don’t know that I understood the meaning of love until now.

Twelve weeks pregnant with our second child, I received a phone call that we were at a high risk for a child with Down Syndrome or a possibly more serious abnormality. After losing my son, I know there are much, much worse things than a child with a disability. That no matter what the outcome, all that we have learned about love will be poured onto this baby.

But it was so hard to get another phone call like that from a doctor’s office. A sick déjà vu that I was not sure I had the strength to take.

After a night of many tears, I managed to get myself up and dressed the next morning. My husband left early for work, and I grabbed my keys and walked to my car with swollen eyes. It wasn’t until I turned the ignition that I realized the addition to my key chain: my Kokopelli dangling on the end of the chain, ready to provide me luck for another safe ride.

What I have learned about love is that it comes down to people who touch your life, but more than that the meaning of love is about those people who are able to bring you hope when you think there is none. The good luck charm my husband placed on my key chain that day was like my mother’s shoulder or the home-cooked meals from friends. It gave me that little glimmer of hope that was enough to keep me hanging on.

I don’t, and won’t, know what will happen with our second child until he or she arrives into our arms. But no matter what the outcome, I am no longer afraid.

Shortly after I lost my son, a well-meaning person told me that life was all about loss, and our job on earth was to prepare ourselves for these losses. I disagree. Life is not about loss. Life is about people. Life is about the people who will love you through your loss . . . the people who will bring you hope. Life is about love.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Monday, February 6, 2012

Time and Time Again

Time is something I seem to have lost since Gracie was born...I sat down to write about her hitting six weeks...I sat down to write about her first smile...I sat down to write about our first "real" (ie, not the doctor's office) outing together...and I didn't finish writing about any of it.  So, to summarize, my baby is now six weeks old, smiling and going on outings and I am loving every minute of her.

After we lost Rip, I found myself torn between wishing time would pass and wanting to hang on to every day and it's the same now that Gracie is here.  Every second I have with her is honestly the answer to a prayer. I want to keep her tiny and in my arms for as long as possible and yet every day she is more and more fun so I can't wait to see what she will be like in one month, six months, a year.

I make lists every day and rarely get anything done.  I am rarely showered before 6 pm and I've forgotten what a hair dryer even looks like.  I haven't left the house since last week. I have forgotten how to speak without turning my r's into w's and I wouldn't have it any other way.

After Rip died, I decided what I did with my time would be his legacy.  I never wanted it to be about his death but about his life. 

What I am doing now is spending my time loving his little sister with all of my heart, because she is now a part of that legacy.  This beautiful, messy, sweet, cranky little 9 pounds of infant deserves every second of my time.  My job now is to love her beyond reason, to make sure that she knows nothing but love.  And as time passes and she grows and learns and goes into the world, she will take a little piece of her brother, who taught me so much about love and the preciousness of time, with her.

These things I learned from my son, the same things I hope to teach my daughter, are what is important.  It is a lesson I've learned time and time again.