{"id":2763,"date":"2010-03-10T08:34:37","date_gmt":"2010-03-10T12:34:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=2763"},"modified":"2010-03-10T08:34:37","modified_gmt":"2010-03-10T12:34:37","slug":"waiting-for-the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=2763","title":{"rendered":"Waiting for the sun"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>And any time you feel the pain, Hey Jude, refrain<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t carry the world upon your shoulders<br \/>\nFor well you know that it&#8217;s a fool who plays it cool<br \/>\nBy making his world a little colder<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I am a little bit of an emotional trainwreck this pregnancy. I felt so smug during Devin&#8217;s pregnancy that <i>obviously<\/i> pregnancy hormones don&#8217;t affect me very much &#8211; oh, I had my days, but no more than usual. But this time? This time I kind of feel like I&#8217;m on a bungee cord and I keep being snapped out over a canyon. Now I can&#8217;t rightly tell if it&#8217;s the hormones running wild, if it&#8217;s the previous loss, or maybe it&#8217;s just me &#8211; at this point it&#8217;s pretty hard to separate things out into neat little boxes of emotion. When I get upset I tend to <i>get upset<\/i> in a sobbing, losing-my-grip kind of way. And it is always over something that is most certainly <i>not<\/i> a major disaster. I end up feeling slightly foolish and more than a little disoriented. I mean, really, if these little things are the worst things I have to worry about right now then I&#8217;m not doing bad at all.<\/p>\n<p>::<\/p>\n<p><i>Little darling, it&#8217;s been a long cold lonely winter<br \/>\nLittle darling, it feels like years since it&#8217;s been here<br \/>\nHere comes the sun, here comes the sun<br \/>\nand I say it&#8217;s all right<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I would say that from what I have observed with my friends that it is a normal in your second pregnancy to fear that you won&#8217;t love the baby as much as you did your first. I&#8217;d say this is especially true of those of us who don&#8217;t have a baby here with us, just memories that &#8211; as memories do &#8211; seems so pure and perfect. You are so desperate for a baby to love, to fill that void that grief now lives in &#8211; but at the same time you are so very scared that the new baby <i>will<\/i> fill that void. How could anyone else live up to the standards that your baby set&#8230; but what if you forget? It&#8217;s a path full of shadows and surprizes.<\/p>\n<p>I can say is that I love my daughter more than I thought possible &#8211; as her own person, as a thing separate from my son. I expected to feel moments of confusion, of deja vu, of thinking I was pregnant with Devin again&#8230; but it never happened. For all that this pregnancy has been similar to my first one it has been a very different journey. I am a different person now than when I was pregnant with Devin. I still mourn that, I still mourn who I was, but who I am now isn&#8217;t bad either. And this child is different, too. Maybe it&#8217;s a lot of projection and anticipation, but her patterns, her movements, they&#8217;re all so different from Devin&#8217;s. She&#8217;s made the distinction clear from the start.<\/p>\n<p>I miss my baby boy as much as ever &#8211; he will always leave a hole that cannot be filled. Every kick I feel from my daughter gives me joy and yet reminds me of what I have lost. I don&#8217;t take as much time to be sad anymore, however, because I have something so good and happy to spend my time on &#8211; and I choose to remember him by celebrating her. I frequently go through all the pictures and files I kept from him, comparing and remembering. I feel like being pregnant again has helped me remember those times without the stabbing pain of something lost and unable to be found. The only thing I have not done yet is read my journal entries from that first pregnancy; I wrote with such innocence, and that is something I have not and cannot get back.<\/p>\n<p>Having a little girl has taken some getting used to, after the time with Devin spent anticipating a boy. I was ready to let <i>him<\/i> go, but I don&#8217;t think I was ready to let go the idea of a boy. Now I find myself getting used to all the pink, slowly relaxing into my new role. It is different, certainly, and I still have my moments in stores when I turn left instead of right &#8211; I still stop at a cute boy outfit, lightly touch it and whisper how cute it is, then turn my back and walk away before the tears start. At the same time I&#8217;m looking forward to having a little girl. I think about seeing her, my little girl, alive and being held in her daddy&#8217;s arms, and my heart fills with joy.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/03\/bedding1.jpg\" alt=\"bedding1\" title=\"bedding1\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2765\" srcset=\"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/03\/bedding1.jpg 500w, http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/03\/bedding1-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/03\/bedding2.jpg\" alt=\"bedding2\" title=\"bedding2\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2766\" srcset=\"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/03\/bedding2.jpg 500w, http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/03\/bedding2-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>(Her baby bedding)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And any time you feel the pain, Hey Jude, refrain Don&#8217;t carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it&#8217;s a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder I am a little bit of an emotional trainwreck this pregnancy. 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