Me, Myself and Mommy

Here we are again. The month is half over, and I’m just now looking back at September. At some point I’m going to run out of excuses for putting these posts off for so long. For now, I’m simply going to blame it on the weather.

September began on a low note. However, I had no idea that I would spend the month singing Green Day’s “Wake Me Up When September Ends”.

The entire month was shaped by a very complicated miscarriage that ultimately ended in emergency surgery. I’ve written about the whole thing at length, so I’m not going to bore you to tears by retelling the story again. However, if you’ve not had a chance to read about the experience, I invite you to take a moment to do that now.
The Miscarriage – Part 1: The Loss
The Miscarriage – Part 2: Waiting to Move On
The Miscarriage – Part 3: From the ER
The Miscarriage – Part 4: To The OR

I think it was the day after Labor Day when I stepped out on my front porch to see that one lone tree on our block had burst into colors of orange and red and had begun to shed leaves. I swear it happened over night because the last time I looked at that tree, it is was green and bushy. It makes me wonder if the tree knows something the rest of us don’t. Is it trying to warn us of the winter ahead? Or, is it just so excited about the fall festivities, and quickly approaching holidays that it just couldn’t wait any longer? I wonder…

I’ve recently noticed that Moanna has begun to play by herself more often. She will spend extended periods of time in her room working on projects and pretending to do things. She is imagining stories, and holding conversations with her stuffed animals. Any day now, I’m expecting to be introduced to her first imaginary friend. I just hope that it is a well behaved and well mannered friend.

Steve spent much of his time and energy in September taking care of our family. In addition to making sure that I am comfortable, Steve has had the weight of caring for Moanna and our house placed on his shoulders entirely. It’s been hard on him, and I can tell that some days, he’s exhausted. Despite that exhaustion, he has remained cheerful and positive the entire time.

On September 24, my cousin Nic and his new wife Amy were married in Michigan. Because of my surgery, we were unfortunately unable to make it to the celebration. However, we are so excited for the two of them, and the new adventures that will come their way.

More people than I care to count have seen me medicated, unshowered and in my sweats in recent weeks. And you know? That’s OK with me because it means that I spent my month surrounded by people who love me – even when I’m stinky. September was a rough month, but I was far from alone in my battles. In fact, I was reminded that we are never alone in our life battles, we just need to know when to reach out for help.

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