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Jan022015

2014 in Review

1. What did you do in 2014 that you'd never done before?

Mothered a one year old. It's all new territory!

 2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year

I didn't make any, and won't this year.

 3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

There were a lot of babies. They were all over social media. 

 4. Did anyone close to you die?

My great grandmother, at the age of 99.

5. What countries did you visit?
None, unfortunately.
6. What would you like to have in 2015 that you lacked in 2014?
A healthy, full-term pregnancy. I didn't expect a baby in 2014, but I did hope to be pregnant. Well, I did get pregnant, but I won't be having that baby in 2015.

7. What dates from 2014 will remained etched upon your memory?
October 7, the date of the ultrasound where I first learned my pregnancy was probably not healthy. October 22, the date of my D&C.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Raising a wonderful daughter from age 1 to age 2. Her birthday is in a couple weeks, and I can't believe how much she's grown and changed this year. I'm very proud of her.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Can I say losing the pregnancy? It sure felt like a failure.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Miscarriage.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
A pair of sweatpants. I bought them so I'd have new, comfy sweatpants to wear to the hospital. Such a small thing, but I love them and want 6 more pairs.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
My friend Robin. My whole family and all my friends were incredibly supportive during my miscarriage - I appreciate them all so much - but Robin was the person I went to with my darkest, most awful thoughts, and she never spewed any bullshit in return.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
So many people in this country, this world. 

14. Where did most of your money go?
Nothing exciting: mortgage, insurance, student loans. Medical bills for my D&C. We are saving for a vacation though!

15. What did you get really excited about?
My baby turning one (but also sad - time is going to fast!). And that positive pregnancy test.

16. What song will always remind you of 2014?
Skip. I have no idea.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
- happier or sadder? Sadder. Overall I'm happy because I'm so blessed, but I am sadder than last year.
- thinner or fatter? Neither.  
- richer or poorer? Richer, but barely. I got a small raise, Mike got a small pay increase with his new job, and we paid off the van. But we've redirected all of that, so it doesn't feel like anything has changed.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Traveled. I always wish I'd have traveled more, but it's just not in the cards right now.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Cried.

20. How did you spend Christmas?
All over the place! Well, only near home, but we had about 12 different holiday parties.

21. Did you fall in love in 2014?
No. But I will forever miss the baby I lost. And I fell more in love with Momo and Mike.
22. What was your favorite TV program?
I started watching Downton Abbey on Amazon and quickly became obsessed.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Nope!

24. What was the best book you read?
I read about 45 books this year. I guess the best was Wild. I was given to me by Robin (see above) after my miscarriage, and that was a good time for me to read that kind of story.

25. What was your favorite musical discovery?
Skip.

26. What did you want and get?
Continued health for my family. I try to never take that for granted.

27. What did you want and not get?
Must I?

28. What was your favorite film of this year?
I've got nothing...

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 34 in December. I took the day off work, got a massage, had lunch with a friend, saw a movie. Mike made me chicken parmesan and tiramisu!

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
I think it's obvious by now.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2014?
Desperate. I have no idea how to dress myself anymore. Nothing fits right, and I struggle every day. One day I purged everything that didn't fit right, but I was left with very little that works together. I acquired some secondhand pieces from my sisters, but those don't fit quite right, and I'm back where I started.

32. What kept you sane?
Celexa. While I was breastfeeding, I felt really good (happy hormones!) and I stopped taking it. After the miscarriage, I should have gotten back on it right away, but I didn't. I've started taking it again, and it has helped greatly.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Ugh, nobody.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?
Basic human rights. Why is that one so hard for so many?

35. Who did you miss?
I'm pretty lucky to see most of my family and my closest friends pretty often.

36. Who was the best new person you met?
I don't meet many new people.

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2014.
Things can't be that good. I have so many wonderful things in my life, I truly know that. But when I got pregnant, I thought that I couldn't possibly be lucky enough to have two healthy pregnancies in a row. I just knew it couldn't be that good. I tried to convince myself it could be, but turns out my initial idea was right.
Monday
Dec152014

Mo - 23 month

In (just under) one month, Mo will be turning 2. With no exaggeration, it seems like only a few months ago that I was at her first birthday party. How it has been 11 months since then, I have no idea. How she transformed into a completely different child, from a baby to a child really, I do not know. I love to watch her grow up, but I'm holding on to this last month of her one-year-oldness with a tight grip. So today we celebrate that Mo is 23 months old!

Mo in mom's big flower turquoise hat

She's amazing, you guys. Everyone loves their own kid(s), everyone is lucky to have the kid(s) they have, so I know I'd say this about any child of mine. But Mo is truly amazing. She is so good, so kind, so fun, so funny. I hear and read and witness regularly how difficult toddlers can be, but I often can't relate. Mo makes having a toddler seem easy. I can't take any credit, or at least not much. She was born that way. She has a beautiful spirit that everyone recognizes almost immediately. 

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OK enough humble bragging. Here's a little more about what she's up to lately.

Her favorite things to do are:

  • Watching "moonies" (movies)
  • Drawing
  • Dancing
  • Eating candy

Unfortunately, her favorite thing is TV. How did we get here? Are all almost-two-year-olds this obsessed? She constantly asks for a moonie, and even though she doesn't sit and stare at the TV for hours - she gets up and plays, dances, draws, reads - but as soon as a show or movie is done, or even if we just mute or pause it, no matter where she is or what she's doing, she runs over with a remote and says, "Moonie on peas!"

Next to TV, her favorite thing is drawing and coloring. She is an artist! We have notebooks all over the house full of her scribbles art. She usually just scribbles, but sometimes she tries to draw specific things. She'll draw a blob and say titty tat or something. Though, once she drew a house that kind of looked like a house, and a ball that looked like a ball. 

Mo drawing

Mo also loves to dance. She shuffles and hops in a circle whenever there's music, even just a little jingle from a toy. And the candy. We limit her intake, but oh how she loves her candy! We started doing an advent calendar with her, and she quickly learned that the calendar contains candy. So now every morning, the first thing she does when we get downstairs is yell, "House!" The calendar is shaped like a house. She wants candy for breakfast. One day, behind the door she found only an eraser, and she immediately stuck it in her mouth, thinking it was candy. I had to go back and add a piece of chocolate to each day so she wouldn't try to eat rubber or plastic.

Mo "hat"

Mo knows her colors. Sort of. She knows what colors are, and knows the names of her colors, but she doesn't always get them right. Except yellow, or I mean lellow. She recognizes when we pull into our neighborhood and yells, "home!" She is crazy about her little stuffed puppy (oof oof), as usual, but the kitty (wow) has temporarily been replaced by her blankie, which she calls Pump for reasons we have not determined. 

We've back tracked on the potty training a bit. She lost interest, and we're not pushing it. Also, I keep reading that to be ready, they should be able to dress and undress themselves, get on and off the toilet by themselves, and start to recognize urges. Mo likes to try to dress and undress herself, but it definitely doesn't happen in a timely manner. We use the toilet adapter seat rather than a child toilet, and even with a stool, she can't get on or off without some help. And I have no idea if she recognizes urges. If she does, she makes no mention of it. So even though she was interested for awhile, I don't think we're there yet, so we've put it on the back burner.

Mo ponytail car big girl

We recently went to the light display at the ballpark. Mo got to sit up front and stick her head out the window, and she loved it. 

We also went to my nephew's birthday party at Chuck E Cheese yesterday. At first, Mo had a little heart attack when we put her in a ride next to a fake life-sized mouse. But then she had some pizza and rallied and had a blast. And then the three of us sat down in the sketch booth, and magic happened.

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Tuesday
Dec022014

What I wanted

I was fine. Or I thought I was fine. Thanksgiving started as a tough day, dining with two pregnant relatives. Those who know about my miscarriage were very respectful, but inevitably there was happy chatter about those in happy (pregnant) situations, as there should be. The day turned around a bit when, just over five weeks after my D&C, AF (as they call it on the ttc (trying to conceive) message boards) came to visit. I was elated because it meant forward motion. Now we could decide if we were ready to start trying again. I felt great, happy even, and I told everyone so.

Then Sunday night I was reading a book, and there was a small mention of a newborn baby, and suddenly I was crying. I cried for a good long time for what I lost. Again.

Somehow this loss is different than the first. Not better or worse, but different. My first pregnancy came on the heels of many painful months of trying and failing to become a mother. We were trying to conceive, trying to adopt, nothing was going well. Then I finally got pregnant, and within days it was ending. I hadn't had a chance to really connect with the pregnancy, to bond with the baby before it was taken from me. That loss felt like the loss of possibility more than the loss of a baby. I thought I might never be a mother, that this may have been my one and only chance. I was devestated.

This time, I'm already a mother. I have my amazing Mo, and if she's all I ever have, it will be enough. I no longer long to become a mother - I am a mother. So this loss was not about the fear that I'd never have the opportunity, it was truly about the loss of a baby. A baby that I wanted very badly.

I'll have another. Or at least I very much hope I will. And that baby will be exactly what I need and want. But Sunday night it really hit my heart how much I wanted this baby, the one I lost.

I held my pillow while I cried because I needed something to fill my empty arms. And I murmered over and over: I wanted that baby. I wanted that baby.

Even though my life is moving on, even though I'm thrilled my body is getting back on track and we can start to try again, I'm still incredibly sad for this loss. I wanted that baby.

Monday
Nov242014

Mostly I wish

I'm reading the Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin right now. You'd think it has something to do with my recent miscarriage, but you'd be wrong. I'm in a book club at work, and we're discussing this book in reference to how our organization might implement a happiness project on a corporate level. I haven't found it particularly helpful to my personal life yet, but I think that's because it is meant for people who are happy but looking to be happier, or people with general melancholia seeking to be happy. Not for people going through circumstantial depression. 

ANYWAY!

I did read something last night that resonated. The author visited a friend after a terrible car crash, and asked her, "Do you feel lucky to be alive?"

The friend simply answered, "Well actually I feel like I really wish I hadn't been in a damn car crash."

That's how I'm feeling about this loss. Do I feel lucky that I have one healthy child already? Do I feel lucky I didn't get further in the pregnancy before miscarrying? Do I feel lucky that I was able to get pregnant relatively easily this time? Do I feel lucky that there were no other complications? Do I feel luck I don't have to experience the hundreds of other more devastating things that could have happened?

Yes, of course.

But mostly I feel like I really wish I didn't have this miscarriage at all.

Almost everyone I discuss this with mentions something I should be thankful for, and their intentions are beautifully pure and full of love. But reminding me of those doesn't make me feel better, they only make me feel like my feelings of anger and sorrow are not legitimate in the face of everything I have to be thankful for.

Because I already know those things. Every day I mentally list what I'm grateful for. It's a good practice and helps take the focus off the sadness, but it doesn't erase it. I'm a very logical, rational person and that normally serves me well in matters of the heart. But in this case, I can rationalize all day long, yet there is a part of my brain, or I guess my heart, that won't be ignored. A sadness that will not be erased by logic. It doesn't matter that I might get my period tomorrow and get a positive pregnancy test in a month. It doesn't matter that I have so many wonderful things surrounding me. I'm sad and I can't help it.

I've gone out of my way lately to avoid all things baby and pregnancy. Social media makes it nearly impossible, but I make a valiant effort. I'll be so glad when baby bumps and newborn photos no longer make my heart hurt. I can't wait until I can be happy for my friends' good fortune without also accentuating my loss. 

I would have been 15 weeks tomorrow.

Sunday
Nov162014

Mo - 22 months

Earlier this week, Mo turned 22 months. In the last month her language has really exploded. I wrote about this last month, too, but even since then she's talking significantly more. She is stringing several words together and expressing all kinds of ideas. She has transferred all of her signs into words except "thank you" and "love." Actually it was kind of cool to watch the transformation. Up until a week ago she still signed "please," and a few days ago she started saying "peas" while signing, and now she has pretty much dropped the sign altogether. 

Mo in dad's sweatshirt

Can I attribute all of this to TV? Nah. But it is interesting that her language took off right at the same time we started letting her watch TV. She only really watches PBS, and the children's shows on that station are very educational. So who knows, maybe it helped, probably it's just a coincidence. She does love TV though. It's crazy how quickly they go from oblivious to obsessed. Her attention span isn't long, which is good in this case. She asks to watch TV, but 10-20 minutes later she's on to something more exciting. Like pulling every single dish towel out of the drawer, laying them on the ground, and going "nigh nigh" on the kitchen floor.

Mo cowboy hat

We're still working on hitting. She picked up this bad habit somewhere last month, and even though she totally knows it's bad, she loves to test us with it. She even giggles while hitting, thinking this is a hilarious game we're playing. The best part though is that the whole thing lead to her first three word phrase. She hit our cat, and I told her no hit kitty, and she repeated "No. Hit. Wow wow." (Wow wow is meow meow, which is how she said cat until very recently.) The next few days, she walked around saying "No. Hit. Mama. No. Hit. Dada. No. Hit. Wow wow. No. Hit. Fwown (friends)."

Mo fall 2014 outside

We also had our first major stand off about a month ago. It was an unusally warm day in late October, and we were all in the back yard. Mo had a bowl of mixed vegetables that she intentionally dumped on the ground. I asked her to pick them up. She refused. I told her to. She refused. I told her she had to sit on the ground with me until she picked up her mess. She is usually really good at picking up, it's impressive really. So this behavior surprised me. But she sat there refusing for a long time. Finally I told her it was either she picked it up or it was time out. She refused. So I walked her inside, up to her room, and put her in her crib (usually we use a pack n play in our living room when she needs a little break from the action, but we had gotten back from an overnight away and had not yet reassembled the pack n play). A few minutes later I asked her if she was ready to clean up. She said yes, so we went downstairs and outside, but once there she refused. So back up to the crib. Repeat. Finally after our third visit to the crib, it dawned on me that maybe she didn't want to touch the grass. So I picked the veggies off the ground and asked her to take them from my hand and put them in the bowl. She agreed and did so quickly.

Mo lawn chair

It was a good lesson for both of us. I learned that sometimes she's not misbehaving, that maybe there's a motive behind her actions, something legitimate. And maybe she doesn't quite have the language yet to explain herself. She learned, hopefully, that you can't out-stubborn mom. I was born with stubborness in my veins, and maybe she was too, but I've got 32 years of practice on her.

Mo dressing herself

We haven't made much progress with potty training, but we haven't really tried. I decided, as a wise fellow mother told me, there are benefits to diapers. We're not in a rush to be done with them, and I'd rather wait until she is fully ready in hopes of fewer accidents. For now, I enjoy not having to constantly ask her if she has to go, and we continue to familarize her with the whole idea. She still likes to sit on the toilet, but nothing has happened there yet.

 

Mo giraffe hat

We had a good Halloween. Mo came to work with me in the morning - we had a Halloween brunch, and those of us with young children brought them to the party. Then I dropped her off at daycare, where they trick or treated in the neighborhood. And that night we drove up to my sister's and hung out with the family. It was very cold, too cold to really have fun. We hit five houses before calling it quits, but Mo loved every second. She was trotting along in the dark, trying to keep up with the big kids. She loves people, as I've said many times before, and she thought we were visiting everyone. She kept trying to go into the houses, and in one case she not only got in, but got all the way down the hallway before Mike caught up with her. Such a social butterfly! Maybe that's next year's costume...

Mo giraffe costume

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Mo kitty face paint

PS Now she's obsessed with candy (or "tahn-dee).

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