{"id":2761,"date":"2011-12-11T10:03:46","date_gmt":"2011-12-11T17:03:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2761"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:31:49","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:31:49","slug":"its-almost-time-sunday-december-11th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/its-almost-time-sunday-december-11th\/","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s Almost Time &#8211; Sunday December 11th"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s almost baby time and I&#8217;m going through that emotion where you&#8217;re mourning for something that you still have. \u00a0Like the last couple days of a vacation or your old pet&#8230;you just want to enjoy those last precious moments but you&#8217;re already consumed by what happens next. \u00a0And the thing that happens next is bitter sweet: I&#8217;m excited to meet this baby but can&#8217;t help be heartsick over the idea of going back to the hospital and having the same surgery I had when Tommy Jr was born.<\/p>\n<p>I still wonder why I didn&#8217;t just go to the hospital that day, instead of hemming and hawing and then going to the doctor&#8217;s office where they made me wait for god-knows-how-long before realizing I had to go to labor and delivery. \u00a0What would my life be like now if I had gone straight to the hospital and they could have stopped the labor? \u00a0I worry that I&#8217;ll never stop asking myself that.<\/p>\n<p>I keep trying to look at the photos that were taken the day we said goodbye. The next set of baby pictures will be so joyful and while I should feel happy, I just keep tearing up. \u00a0I know that with this new beginning comes the end of something that has informed my life for two years. \u00a0Grief won&#8217;t have the same place in my heart and mind when I&#8217;m caring for a new baby. \u00a0That&#8217;s the natural order of things, that&#8217;s how life is supposed to go: you don&#8217;t leave your grief behind, you let it grow your heart bigger to accommodate more joy. \u00a0But that&#8217;s just me trying to be positive.<\/p>\n<p>The truth is I feel like the arrival of my daughter means the departure of my little ghost.<\/p>\n<p>I know he&#8217;ll always be with us, but it won&#8217;t be the same. \u00a0We won&#8217;t have the same capacity to keep him near. \u00a0That&#8217;s one of the reasons why when people keep asking me if I&#8217;m excited I can&#8217;t just say &#8220;OH YES I&#8217;M SO EXCITED&#8221;. \u00a0And I can&#8217;t readily explain why it all feels so complicated. \u00a0People would rather think that everything is fine now- we made it and all that sadness is behind us.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m rambling now. \u00a0It took me so long to just write this post that I&#8217;m reluctant to end it. \u00a0I am excited to meet my daughter, I am excited to learn how to be a mom to a living child. \u00a0I just miss my boy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s almost baby time and I&#8217;m going through that emotion where you&#8217;re mourning for something that you still have. \u00a0Like the last couple days of a vacation or your old pet&#8230;you just want to enjoy those last precious moments but you&#8217;re already consumed by what happens next. \u00a0And the thing that happens next is bitter &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/its-almost-time-sunday-december-11th\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;It&#8217;s Almost Time &#8211; Sunday December 11th&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2761","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2761","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2761"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2761\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3327,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2761\/revisions\/3327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2761"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2761"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2761"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}