Things to Come

These last two weeks I have been the girl who cried labor.  Twice.  Both times I was convinced that was it; and both times I got myself incredibly worked up that, once again, things were not going according to plan.  It's almost laughable that I, after all of this time and everything that has happened, can still have a part of me believe I have control over anything.  And so both times we went in, I peeked in on my baby girl before we left, wanting to take in every inch of her as she was before her life is changed again in a way you can't really prepare a child for until it happens.  Both times I was sent home-feeling like an idiot, feeling frustrated, and wondering how many times in her life can a woman really leave the hospital without a baby and survive?  As I waddled and cried my way to the car each time, Sean would say, "it's different circumstances, love."  The thing is though that even though in my mind, rationally, I know that it's different, it didn't feel different-it just felt terrifying.  But everything is going fine-I'm told this every time I panic and call my OB-and so this last time I left the hospital, wondering how after 2 kids I still can not for the life of me figure out what is real and what is just normal, end-stage pregnancy stuff, I told myself-this is it-settle in for the next few days and take it all in.  I've been telling myself, almost like a mantra 'Take every second of her in.  The moment she walks through the hospital room door to visit-she will seem infinitely older.  Take in these last days of pregnancy-it is no doubt your last one, and try to appreciate all of it-good, bad and otherwise.'  A week that should have been spent beachfront with family instead became a week filled with a wedding, pampering for me and the little lady, a ‘sprinkle’ from a wonderful group of ladies I have been lucky enough to become friends with, an unexpected but great visit from my cousin, and getting some naps in while I can.

But as I sit here at the bottom of the driveway and watch her take off up and down the street on her bike it dawns on me: there are a thousand things I want to say to her before Monday morning comes.  I've tried to a few times but stop myself knowing she won't truly understand what I'm trying to say and some of it would only confuse her.  But maybe one day she'll read this and then she'll know.

My sweet baby girl,

I wish there was a way I could prepare you for what is coming.  Your little world is about to change in so many ways-amazing ways, scary ways, maybe even in ways that are a little sad. 

I know Daddy and I try, we talk about kindergarten and Carter all of the time, trying to get you excited or ease any fears or uncertainties you seem to have, but things will arise we never even thought to mention; things you never ever thought to be nervous about. 

Please know you will forever be our baby.  You will never get so old that I will look at you and not see the beautiful baby girl that, even as a brand new infant was so alert, with a look in her eyes that seemed like she knew more than the rest of us. 

I hope you know that even though there will seem to be an enormous shift in attention-I would never try to convince you of otherwise-but you will always be the girl that lights up a room. 

We will forever love the way you speak about being Jack's older sister, and you always will be, but now you will actually get to experience what that means.  It's going to be fun, and hard, and annoying, and yet still one of the best parts of life.  It may make you feel sad sometimes to think about everything you missed out on by losing Jack when you see how great it is to be loved by a younger sibling.  I think your brother will look down on you from heaven and be so happy to see you become what you were always meant to be: someone's boss. 

Daddy and I promise to still make time for you, to do the things you love to do, but to also figure out a way to teach you that it's not all about you anymore.  I'm sure to you this will seem wildly unfair and mean.  But we do realize that there has been a lot of overcompensating over the last two and half years and to some extent what's done is done.  But I feel like I need to be upfront and let you know now that we can’t let you have your way all the time anymore and its ok for you to feel a little resentful about that-its totally normal and one day in the not so distant future you and your brother will collude to get what you want.

I pray to God there is not a single moment in the coming weeks that you feel any less special because it’s not just you anymore.  I know you’ve had to share my heart with Jack for the last few years, though its amazing how a mama’s heart can accommodate the amount of love another child brings, but this time will be different, you’ll have to share so much more, my lap, my hugs, my attention.  But special isn’t even a word to do you justice.  You are special in a way that is hard to explain in words.  You, sweet girl, you quite literally saved your mother.  You’ve pieced me back together when I came apart at my seams.  You proved to me that its possible to smile and laugh and move forward even with a broken heart.  I hope you’ve learned that as you’ve watched me but I also hope you know one day that it is you that taught me this lesson. 

So I know that even though I am bracing myself to see you walk through the hospital room door and be barely recognizable to me, I know there is so much good coming our way.  You have so many new and exciting adventures ahead of you:  as a big sister, a kindergartner, and a little girl that is going to walk her way into a lot of people’s hearts (though part of me knows I should warn poor Mrs. Neary what is walking through her own door next week!). 

You will always be my first, the one that made me a mommy, the one that challenges me in ways I am never ready for-keeping me on my toes.  I will never be able to make you understand the magnitude of the love I have for you, Kennedy Egan, but I will sure as hell spend my life trying.

Love you always,

Mama

And now my friends, I will say goodbye for a bit, but will be back soon with, God willing, beautiful moments and photos of a baby boy named Carter Fitzgerald.  Send me your good thoughts and vibes. Xo.