Happy Birthday Z!!!

Happy Birthday P.

Perspective

It feels like recently there have been so many scares with out pets.  The year started off pretty shitty when we had to say goodbye to Sampson 3 days in.  He was such an awesome guys, and there are still days when I'm at work, I look forward to getting home and having him look up from the couch and greet me.  I miss having him take naps with me on the couch and his loud meows.  My heart broke when he passed away, but he would be with Delilah and they would have their tea parties in the Heaven. 
Maple is our resident senior dog now, it's crazy how she just turned 10.  We adopted her when she was 8 months old.  Even the Coco & Snow are old now, they just turned nine!  The youngest dog is 7.  And, what's the point of this?
I realized that soon, they will eventually head for the Rainbow Bridge.  Sad, yes, but hey, they lived really good lives, long lives.  We loved them and took care of them as best we could and they know that.  Sure one day I won't trip over Maple who decided to sleep right in the way of my exit from my side of the bed, that will be a sad day, but I'll know we did our best for them.  And they had long lives. 
Sometimes I still resent them for getting to live so long when Delilah didn't.  But they didn't do anything wrong.   

Time better spent.

I usually hate being at home.  Or empty house with nothing to do but sit around and waste away.  Thinking too much about sad things and not being able to much about it. 

Recently, I found it better to occupy my time.  Making amigurumi for fellow loss mommas on their angel's birthdays.  I just started last month and have made three so far.  Which is sad that there babies should have turned one but instead are doing that in heaven. 

Happy Birthday to A. 

 

And a very Birthday to G also. 

Sweet K, Happy Birthday. 

How to Find the Sun

On February 14, 2013 I found myself lost in a forrest.
There are no paths, so signs, no trails that go anywhere.
It was getting dark, getting darker, for a while, it was very dark, so dark I could hardly see in front of me.  The darkness was cold.  So very cold, but I kept walking in the darkness, in the cold, shivering, wondering why I don't just stop and stop looking for a way out.
My eyes adjusted, I could see shapes and make my way.  All the color was gone, all the joy of the world I knew.  No light, no color, no joy, no warmth.  But I kept walking. 
Then I realized the trees, although they reached near the sky, and left everything under in in a dense and heavy shadow; the sun was still there.  I walked in the cold darkness for such a long time, and I realized the canopy was opening.  I saw a sliver of light peaking in, teasing me. 
I didn't know what to make of it at first, I felt like I should not touch it, it was strange, I shyed away from the light the warmth.  It was scary. 
Then Delilah came to me in song.  "Here Comes the Sun"
She wanted me to know that it would be okay again.  It would be alright.  Soon. 
My sun went away when she died.  Her toys wait for her still, in her room.  The sad giraffe plays the lonely tune "You are my Sunshine" and the only part that radiates with me is "Please don't take my sunshine away."  I want the sun, I want things to be okay again. 

"Here Comes The Sun"

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here 

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
It's all right, it's all right

Why Her?

Recently I found out that one of the mean girls at work is pregnant.  My reaction, WTF, why does that bitch get to be pregnant?  Everytime in the breakroom, she goes on and on about wanting a designer diaper bag and how she can't do this or that but "after the baby" she plans to go back to party girl. Wow, I wanted to slap the shit out of her.  She was trying to get pregnant, she probably wanted an accessory, you know, cuz all those reality people are doing it now a days...  How annoying.

Once...

Once upon a time we were blissfully ignorant.  I had dreams of getting married, buying a house and maybe kids.  Marriage, check, house, check.  Kids, that check appears to have been ripped off my page.  Once we were ready for kids, we got pregnant our fourth cycle trying.  We were excited, we were hoping for a boy follwed by a little girl.  We wanted big bro to watch out for little sis.  Then we found out we were having agirl, the dreams quickly turned into big sis looking out for little bro, who occassionally got dressed up like a girl by his playful big sis.  And they would love each other so much.  And if it was gonna be two girls, that would be great too.  Two sweet girls growing up together happily playing pretend and running and playing on the swing set in the yard.  Then we lost Delilah.  All our dreams, all ours hopes and visions of our family shattered into a million pieces.  I tried to slowy piece it back together as we waited the nine months before we were allowed to ttc.  It felt right that we should wait nine months, Delilah's life time.  Now, over 14 months later, it feels like forever, the pain of losing Delilah is a little less sharp.  We are trying to have a second child, and it seems like it's not happening.  Time is passing, I was pregnant at 29, turned 30 with Delilah on board.  Now, if we get pregnant this year I will be at least 32 when I deliver again.  It's silly to think about plans but I always though by now we would be pregnant with our second child and Delilah would be happily growing into her toddler, playing with the pets and still loving to be held and kissed.  I guess it was dumb to have expectations of life, the have plans, when you plan, you get the rugged pulled out from under you and you are left on the flrro, bruised and battered by the cruelty of life.  But bruises heal, and we have to get up.  It's silly to cry over whay should have been, what could have nearly been, but some days, you just can't help yourself.