side by side
paul got jackson ready for school this morning and later told me what a lazybones our son had been. he had to wake jackson, hold him over his shoulder while finding some clothes, dress him on the floor, and basically shake the limp noodle out of his noodleness this morning.
jackson is finicky. he likes things to be done a certain way. and he likes to know what to expect next. he’s not napping right now because our landlords are showing the upstairs apartment while wearing cowboy boots. it doesn’t matter that jackson’s sound machine is on full blast, he is covering his ears with his blanket and not sleeping.
because something is slightly off. something is different. there are people where there weren’t people yesterday. there are noises where there shouldn’t be noises.
and so habits are disrupted. routines are thrown off a bit. we roll with what we can and we dig our feet in when we want our “normal” back. jackson dug in his feet this morning. he still went to school, but not without a literal, physical ache to go back to bed.
the baby stuff around the house is new for him. books about becoming a big brother. swings. a bassinet. some baby girl clothing. it’s slowly coming out, making itself known.
and jackson has not left his dad’s side. not for a minute.
can’t say i blame him. paul is my protector too, always has been. next month will mark 13 years that we have been together. 13 years that he has been protecting me, sheltering me, guarding me. it’s one of the things that i love most about him. he is my comfort, my deep breath, my human xanax. i’m seeing that he is that for our son too. paul stabilizes us. he is what we cling to when life gets messy.
right now, we’re holding on to him for dear life… sneaking in extra snuggles, extra time, extra hugs. for as long as we can. i don’t know if he has been able to piece all of the latest happenings together yet, or realized that HE is how we are coping with these transitions. you never see these kinds of things until you are no longer in it, ya know?
but i know this is what we are doing. i can feel it. this is what we know how to do. we’re leaning and holding on tight. and when he goes, we’ll lean on each other. it won’t be the same, but it’ll do. it’ll have to, for a while. until paul is done protecting other people, and returns to protect us once again.
tutu lady helps our klug crew
most of you loyal readers have kept up with my posts about the klug family. rachel and billy are two of our best friends as well as jackson’s godparents. they fought like hell to have the beautiful twins they are blessed with, 2 year old micah and malorie.
and most of you who have kept up with their story over the last few months, are aware of malorie’s ependymoma and the subsequent treatments she is now undergoing to battle the cancer.
so, i’m sure you can put two and two together when you watch the below clip from NBC nightly news that aired on wednesday evening… (you may want to grab some kleenex.)
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after watching that clip on wednesday night, i could not get to my laptop fast enough to look up the website for emmy’s heart, the nonprofit that laura pita created where you can visit her etsy shop and purchase the custom made tutus and capes.
Emmy’s Heart volunteers create tutus and crowns for BUTTERFLY PRINCESSES and capes and masks for SUPERHEROES undergoing treatment for serious illnesses or disabilities in South Florida.
Help bring joy to boys and girls who are fighting serious illnesses.
both paul and i looked at each other and knew that mal needed a tutu… like yesterday.
leave it to pregnant-brained me to have malorie’s radiation treatments on my calendar to start NEXT week, thinking i had a full 7 days to work on contacting laura pita and getting this tutu project going.
WRONG. mal went in today for her PICC line (IV access line) and begins radiation tomorrow. (side note: her appointment today went great and her PICC line procedure was successful.)
with 24 hours of knowledge that laura pita’s generous heart existed, i came to my senses and began correspondence with her. she has quickly responded and i can now say that my heart is EXPLODING with excitement for this family that means so much to us…
SURPRISE BILLY AND RACHEL! YOU HAVE A CUSTOM PINK TUTU BEING MADE FOR MALORIE, AND A BLUE CAPE AND MASK MADE FOR MAL’S BESTEST BUD AND BIGGEST SUPPORTER, MICAH! (both are currently being made and will be on their way to you next week.)
as soon as she gets a free moment to get the html code to me, i will attach a button both here in this post as well as on my sidebar to advertise laura pita’s etsy shop. in the meantime, you can learn more about emmy’s heart by clicking here, and visit her etsy shop here.
it is this kind of awesome that makes the internet so stinkin cool.
deploy the baby shit
a funny thing happens when your spouse is preparing to leave the country for an extended period of time. you start to plan. the two of you sit down together (or stand, depending on how your aching joints are on that particular day) and sort some shit out. get your ducks in a row. prepare for things. talk about the future.
for us, this usually revolves around a calendar. not the ones on our iphones, but real, pen and paper, square boxes with dates inside calendars. which means that our planning conversation took place as we drove home from our holiday vacation, each with a brand spankin new 2012 calendar from santa/my mom.
i used to be one of those kids who gets disgustingly excited about school supplies. (let it be known, i am this same way as an adult and certainly as a former school teacher, however, this quirk seems to be quite trendy amongst the mom-population, so i feel the need to claim it at its true inception, which for me was in grade school, thankyouverymuch.) the end of the summer would draw near, office max would run commercials on loop, and i would practice my handwriting, label the dividers in my 3-ring binder, and organize erasers to fit in my pencil box going from tallest to shortest.
you can only imagine what a new calendar, wrapped in plastic is like for me on christmas morning. instantly doctors appointments are notated, days off school are marked down in BLOOD RED, and no sooner do i flip to the next month, when it dawns on me that my husband is leaving.
now, i have a few of paul’s deployments under my belt. i don’t say that with any emotion, grandeur, or martyrdom. it’s just a fact of the matter. our son, on the other hand, will be experiencing deployment for the first time when paul leaves in march.
and with the baby arriving in april, paul and i decide, during our hot, sexy calendar talk, that we should probably start to transition the baby stuff out of storage and back in to our lives as a way to prepare jackson for his baby sister’s arrival that will take place when “daddy’s on a long trip.”
and then we decide that this should happen when we bring down the christmas tree and holiday decor.
which all occurred in spurts over the last few days.
like most things, when this taking-down-of-and-putting-back certain household things happened, it snowballed, and before you know it, you’re questioning the paint color of your living room walls and why you gave your son the bigger bedroom (for the record, we didn’t… i’m just saying, those conversations happen when attempting to reorganize ones life).
so the lights have been wrapped back up, the wreath has come down from the front door, and the christmas tree has been boxed up and taken to storage. (also, it came to our attention when taking down the tree that our dog ate 3 of our ’12 days of christmas’ ornaments, so he saved us the trouble of packing up additional ornaments. thank you, red.)
jackson’s old toys have been donated to make room for his loot from santa, and we have felt like the last few days have been extremely productive for a family who really just wanted a few days back at home to hang on the couch and eat an abundance of rich foods before the work week started up again.
it was during all of this sorting and packing and storing that we began to assess our current living situation and how it will change over the next year, specifically how it will change once we have this other small human with female parts living with us come spring time.
our original plan was to combine what will be the baby’s nursery with jackson’s current bedroom. i never shared a room with my brother, but always wanted to. so now i have this INSANE dream of having my two children living blissfully in the same space, co-habitating in peace. (save your laughter for when the baby actually arrives.) what we have since decided is to forgo this little miss pickle having a crib until we are back in our old house.
oh, did i not mention that? we have been renting a house that is a few blocks away from the house we own because we have renters living in that house and their lease is not up until may. and then we have until september on our lease in this house, so that gives us a few months, after the baby has been born and the current renters have moved out, to demolish the house we own, add another bathroom, and redesign the currently shitty excuse for a kitchen before we move back in as a fully functioning family of four.
and all of this will take place with an infant in my arms (breast feeding like a champion with no issues like her brother had), with my husband safely back stateside, no hiccups in our renovation plans, and glorious smiles upon all of our rosy cheeked faces.
it will be then, roughly in the early fall, when our two children will share a bedroom. until then, miss pickle will spend the days of newbornhood in a bassinet, a swing, on my boob, in a pack-n-play, cooing and nuzzling like an angel.
because that’s how planning works, right? you set a plan in place, commit to it, and it all happens with military-like precision and accuracy.
acknowledgement and allowances
to-do lists fill my desk. notes and reminders and phone calls to be made. there’s not enough time… there’s too much time… there’s time that you wish you were spending differently than you currently are…
and in amongst the holiday stress, the cooking, the NOISE, shopping and entertaining and prepping, the UPS man at your front door, the holiday cards that still have not been sent… you find a way to breathe, if only for a moment. something occurs that allows you to make peace with the chaos and inhale a bit of joy.
the clock keeps ticking, moments continue to pass by with gusto and ferocity, and out of nowhere you hear laughter.
it takes a brief second for you to realize that the laughter is your own… which is so strange because just moments prior, you were certain that your head was going to explode and ooze out your ugly stress and angst and panic.
you pause and acknowledge the moment. your laughter quiets just a bit. you find you’re still smiling. it’s not that you have forgotten the hectic things that cloud your mind. they certainly haven’t gone anywhere, gotten any better, changed their status in any way. stress is still very much there, but the all-consuming nature of it has lifted… if only for a moment.
and for that snippet of time, you are free. you allow yourself to feel ok. good even.
it’s as though your brain reconciles with itself. it doesn’t let go of your stress, the stresses around you. it doesn’t allow you to forget the things that keep you up at night. but it loosens its grip.
and you happily acknowledge the momentary release of pain.
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if you could spare some words of encouragement, maybe light a candle, send some good juju to our dear friends, acknowledging their heroic strength, it would be so greatly appreciated. if i could take just a moment of their anguish away, i would. and if you could take a moment to offer them some love, i know it would lessen their pain just a bit. you can read their latest update here.
slipping away
over the last few weeks, i have felt my brain slowly slipping away to the land of panic and tension and fear. some days i worry that it’s the pregnancy screwing with my head, and other days it’s circumstantial things that have nothing to do with me but everything to do with me. and i take it all on as my own.
the sleeplessness has returned. the tears are RIGHT THERE. the heaviness and weight of it all feels paralyzing at times.
do you ever find that you are surrounded by people, loving people, well-intentioned people, and yet you feel utterly alone?
logic tells me this is a difficult time of year. the holidays are rough on everyone for varying reasons. the end of a new year and beginning of another brings on feelings and emotions that i am not yet ready to deal with. so i’ve been stuffing. i’ve been swallowing and stuffing and pushing these feelings down in the hopes that they bury themselves somewhere. i don’t know where exactly but somewhere. should they surface, i’ll have to deal with them and i simply don’t want to do that right now.
paul worked late last night, so i took jackson on a dinner date to panera. i watched him play with his batman and joker super heros, enjoy his grilled cheese, make faces at another little boy who i think wanted his batman and joker super heros, and just enjoy a change of pace.
as much as i relished some one-on-one time with my quickly growing little man, i couldn’t help but think of the dinner dates jackson and i have ahead of us come spring time when paul deploys. and then i couldn’t help but think about the fact that HOLY SHIT I’M HAVING A BABY WITHOUT HIM come april. and then i thought about how quickly time passes and how i am half way through this pregnancy… half way to delivering this little girl without my partner by my side.
how do you bring a life into a world without the love of your life being there?
and yes, it could be worse. i could be in the shoes of my 33 year old friend who is awaiting a double mastectomy next week for breast cancer that was luckily found with early detection. i could be in the shoes of our dearest friends, jackson’s godparents, who are awaiting results on their 2 year old daughter’s MRI and lumbar puncture to determine her course of treatment. because that’s what you do after your twin daughter has a brain tumor removed… you wait.
there is always someone who has it worse off than you do, just in the same way that there is always someone who has it better off than you do. it’s what you do with what you have been given that i’m trying to figure out. and given my brain and what it has a tendency to do, i’m struggling with that at this moment in time.
i’m hopeful. most days, i’m hopeful. and i do have support. but i feel it.
i feel myself slipping away from myself.
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