6 years ago my 39 week pregnant self had worked a 12 hour shift and was getting ready for bed when my water broke. There was no question. It definitely broke! Contractions quickly followed and had me thinking about an epidural! I knew our lives would never be the same as Aaron and I drove to the hospital, but I would have never guessed that just 2 weeks layer we would be planning our baby boy's funeral.
As i think back to those memories of the day Elijah was born, I am amazed at all the changes that have happened inside me since he died. I don't look at anything with the same eyes as I did before. My heart tugs every time a patient names their baby Elijah. Every time I hear a mother yelling after her own son named Elijah my ears perk and my heart beats a little harder. Each time someone asks me "How many children do you have?", I don't really know how to answer. It's such a simple, harmless question, yet it causes me so much anguish. I'm happy to talk about him but I know that when I tell them that my son died they will tilt their heads and look at me with sad eyes. I'm not looking for sympathy. I'm not looking to be depressing, but that is my reality. Sometimes it's just easier to say I have 3 and I hate that so much.
Tomorrow we will release balloons for Elijah. The boys have chosen superheroes for the theme. Pretty easy to accommodate that :) Although a part of me is looking forward to it because I know we will get some beautiful pictures of the WHOLE family, I'm feeling nervous too. I always get a little nervous when we go to the cemetery. I guess it's because I feel like people are watching me so that when I break they can help fix me. I never have liked to be center of attention, especially for such a sad reason. This year is bound to be even harder than usual as it has barely been a month since my dad died and I'm still torn up about that too. But it will be a good day surrounded by friends and family who love us and have been there for us throughout it all! So in the words of Isaac, "Let's do this!"