Three years ago today we learned that we were pregnant with Tobin, and announced it to the world, in desperate need of prayers and support. I didn't feel ready (but wondered if I ever would), it had been less than 6 months since I had given birth to Koen. As I thought about the possibility of being pregnant earlier that month while I was getting ready for work, I was so overcome with emotion. I struggled to catch my breath, I was sweating, and literally fell to my knees. The fear of just "what if" was too much. So much so that I was prescribed a medication for anxiety, that I never took. I wanted to too, but feared anythings impact of our "what if" baby. Once I knew I was pregnant with Tobin, fear remained, but in a much more manageable way. I knew I needed to seek peace, remain calm. I couldn't let fear be my demise, and his. I thought our road with Tobin would be smoother. After so much testing, it seemed the infection that killed my Koen had been a fluke, unexplainable. The pregnancy with Tobin was not easy, in many ways I have similar trauma from the 9 months I carried him, so many moments I thought we would lose him too. We didn't. He's here, he's healthy. He exhausts me many days. It's not rainbows and sunshine and miracles raining down from heaven everyday. Yesterday he told me he loved me for the first time and it was beautiful. He's smart, his body and mind formed perfectly. He could have been born at 21 weeks, that is what the doctors were preparing for. But my tough little boy fought, that strong spirit that tests my patience on days, gave him the strength to stay put for 16 more miraculous weeks. After two close calls just this week, and they really ar not that close, but they scare me more than I should, I can't lose another baby. I had told Hackett I was still worried about one of Tobin's wild man incidences, and Hackett told me wisely told me "mom, you can't worry about the past." And then quickly added, "But you can worry about the present!" (That's more boy through and through!) I needed Hackett's reminder and the realization that Tobin's fearless nature is what got him safely to us. I need to let him be him, push the limits, test the waters, and learn through it all. What will he be some day? So grateful to sit on the sidelines and be able to watch. So grateful he's here. Three years ago I didn't know if I could say that.
I started to write a blog a few weeks ago, but couldn't find the words. I have no interest in getting in to a political debate, just share my feelings, so I struggled to choose my words carefully. This election year, these candidates, the state of this country, the vote tomorrow and the outcome - no matter which - has been making my stomach hurt. I have been praying all week, pondering, thinking, discussing with those I love and trust. Tomorrow, while I disagree with the candidate on so many things, most of them how he conducts himself personally, I will be casting my vote for Koen. For the sanctity of his life that only occurred in utero, for others like him. I held his 27 week gestation dead body in my arms and he was a baby, a whole perfect baby, flawlessly formed and beautiful. His life mattered.
There seems to be no right choice, no perfect candidate this election year. Both are flawed, my choice is without a doubt. There are so many issues, so many reasons to choose your candidate. This just happens to be mine. What makes this country amazing is that you get to choose, you get to choose what is important to you, you get to cast your vote. And I hope you do just that tomorrow.
So tonight as I am listening to Christmas music, and reflecting on Jesus coming to earth. From the day of his birth he was not accepted by government, his stance was not popular while he was on earth, and he came to save us. He endured all of that because of his love for us.
“For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but to save the world through him." John 3:16-17
My prayer is that you feel his love tonight, find peace in it, and in the coming week, not feel the judgement of others during this time of such uncertainty. And rest assured that God is bigger than this election.
“I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?” Jeremiah 32:27
It's often a little trigger, last week I was watching something on TV and they went for a sonogram. I held my breath while I was watching. I fear for others, afraid that they may face the heartache that we did. That trigger launches me back to May 27, 2013. I relive every moment, some are beautiful and to be cherished. Others traumatic at a level beyond description
I miss my Koen. One of the hardest things about moving for me was the feeling of abandoning him, walking away. It is a four hour round trip now, so I sought refuge at a nearby cemetery. Cemeteries used to make me uneasy, not a place I was interested in lingering. But now, I see peace and love, and heartache, and comfort. I thought I only felt that where Koen is laid to rest, but last week as I walked amongst the graves of strangers I felt that same peace and comfort. I only took about 10 steps before I saw this grave stone.
Not exactly Koen, and pronounced much different, but seeing it took my breath away. He's with me all the time. As we strolled and read the tombstones, some dating over a 150 years ago, I saw so many babies. I tended to the grave of a momma who lost her infant son in the 1800s. And cried for her. This ache I feel is something that mothers have felt since the beginning of time, I am sadly not alone in my heartache. Medical advances have helped to minimize those impacted by loss, but some deaths cannot be avoided. I "what if" often, but there was nothing that I could have done to save Koen.
Moving is hard. So hard. But in our travels I have been given the most amazing friends. Ever. My friends worked together this weekend, visited Koen for me, and gave him mums at his grave just like his mommy always did. My gratitude is beyond all words. He's not alone, not abandoned. So many of you have poured out so much love of the years. Thank you for loving me, loving Koen.
Three years ago today I had planned to be admitted to the hospital, one week prior to my due date, to have a cesarean. We had planned to welcome a healthy and breathing Koen in to this world. Three. My goodness. Hackett is a talker, Tobin is well on his way - talking constantly even though we aren't real sure what he is talking about the majority of the time. What words would Koen have had for us? I think age three is one of the most adorable stages, and I'm missing it with him. Tobin grabs my leg and squeezes, pats my back and arm while we snuggle, runs his fingers through my hair. He loves me, needs me, and shows it. Sure he had a stage four meltdown yesterday, but when he is sweet, he is the sweetest. I see what is coming in the stage ahead with Tobin, as I cherished those special years with Hackett. But I don't get them with Koen. He won't be starting preschool with his tight blonde curls and backpack this year. Kevin has some amazing dimples - Hackett and Tobin did not get that adorable trait. I wonder if Koen did? We never got to see him smile. Three. He would have been three.
School starts for Hackett in a few weeks. He will be in fourth grade. I'm nervous for him. It's all new. New school, new kids, new routines. New is hard for me, but somehow its become the norm for our family. We don't ever get too comfortable. I hate when summer ends - as a kid, college student, a teacher, and now as a parent. I like having Hackett with me, I love lazy days together, and the slower pace of life. This year is even more difficult for me. I want to protect him from the new, rescue him from the unknown and scary. I want to continue to pretend that we are just on a glorified vacation at the beach. But I have to let him go. I have to watch him walk through the doors of a new building, surrounded by new kids, and I will stand and look at the sea of parents ... and they too will all be new. I know that he will be fine, do well, but it doesn't help on that initial day. It's like taking a dip in the cool waters of Lake Huron. Once you get used to the water it feels good, but the slow walk in is hard. It makes you shudder and want to get out. I feel like we are only knee deep in our new town, and its comfortable enough, but we have to plunge all the way in to the water in a few weeks. And I don't want to. I want to get out and lay in the sun a bit longer.
I've also realized we are at the halfway point with Hackett. He's nine, and in nine years we will be leaving him at a college dorm and pulling away without him in the car. I'm sitting in our sunroom, crying, and watching the clouds move quickly by. Just like time, it seems to be moving by at a quicker speed than I realize in our daily lives. But it is going so quick. Too quick. I want to reach out with both hands and slow it down. When I was pregnant with Hackett I heard all sorts of advice, mostly surrounding his infant years. A few would say "it goes too fast", but at 26 I just couldn't conceptualize what that truly meant. No one told me "get ready to let go". For me that is what motherhood is about, and its the hardest part. It takes 18 years to slowly rip off the band aid. The crazy dichotomy is that it can be so rewarding to let go. When I let go, and watch him soar, so does my heart. I want him to fly, and soar, and do great things. Yes, yes, I do joke with him about calling me every day when he grows up. But the reality is, I don't want him to. I want him to stand on his own two feet and be strong and capable. I want him to love his wife with his whole heart and give his extra energy and time to his own babies. I want him to touch hearts and shine bright for Jesus. I want him to have compassion for the hurting and stand firm in his beliefs and convictions. I want him to be a man. Right now he's my boy, but I see those days quickly slipping through my fingers. I'm excited for him, so excited to see what he will become and do. But my goodness how will my heart not shatter in to pieces from missing him in my home.
I think these feelings are normal and natural - right? I sometimes wonder if the letting go is more complicated in my already broken heart. I had to let Koen go. I had no time. He was ripped from my grasp. It wasn't a goodbye that lasted 18 years, just a few hours. No one tells you that motherhood is far more painful that childbirth. That you have to give your heart away and watch it walk out your door, or your womb.
This guy joined me right as a finished typing and posting earlier today. I slyly wiped my tears away and he brought me some joy, he always does.
We are settled in our new home, and are happy here, so happy. There are no boxes in the house (but the shed is overflowing), and our days have taken on a normal rhythm, after months of chaos, and it feels so good. The big guys are off at a movie, I just tucked Big T in, and in the quiet I planned to write. Give you all an update. But my heart is sidetracked, feeling the weight and strain of others hurt, pain, and suffering.
This world can be so dark, so painful, so broken. Trauma is felt by the large majority of us before we leave this earthly life. It seems inescapable. It comes in all different shapes and sizes, not all of us will experience the same heartache. But we will all feel broken, that knot in our throats, and ache in our stomachs at some moment in our lives. Some hurt so big, that a hug or funny joke, won't shake it. A hurt that lasts for days, weeks, months, or for some years. It's awful. Daunting. Overwhelming. I am an extremely sensitive person, and have been my entire life and I struggle watching others feel and experience the pain that is felt in this fallen world. If you are hurting today, I'm so sorry. If your heart is broken today, I'm so sorry. If the state of this country and world is scaring you, I'm so sorry. I feel all of this too, but the hope of Jesus saves me. I know a savior who is bigger than all of the pain and fear. Who is waiting with His arms open wide, ready to wrap you in his comfort and his unconditional love, even if you feel unworthy, I promise you are not. He loves you, battered and broken, he loves you. He is a God who will give you peace in a storm, the peace that surpasses all understanding. This earth is filled with darkness and sorrow, but it is not our home, heaven awaits. And Jesus will walk by your side and carry you through the storms of this earth until you meet him some day face to face.
He will cover you with his feathers.
He will shelter you with his wings.
His faithful promises are your armor and protection
6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. 7 Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
2 Corinthians 4:18
So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.
I am always here to pray for you or to tell you more about my Jesus who I love and adore. My Jesus who makes it possible to wake each morning and not feel defeated. My Jesus who has carried me when it was not possible to stand on my own. My Jesus can't wait to be your Jesus too.
We move in just a few days. I have been longing and dreading this week. I hate living in limbo, its so uncomfortable for me. Change is hard, and anticipating the change, even harder. I have been telling Kevin for over a month that I just want to hit the fast forward button, we're exhausted, and ready to live a "normal" life again. Today was what I was dreading. We said goodbye to our people. And it broke my heart.
When we moved here from California my heart was broken too. I had told Kevin I didn't plan on making new friends, I already had them. My heart hurt so much that I closed the door. What I learned is that there was space for more. I hear from my California Crazy Love girls almost on a daily basis. We are in constant contact, I know what is going on in their lives, and them mine. They are my biggest cheerleaders and prayer partners. But God knew that I needed a crew here too. I would need people to pick me up at my darkest moments, he knew Hackett needed kids in his life. One by one he brought me my people. Their entire families have woven themselves into ours. They have become our family. Their kids like my own. Hackett who was an only child for so long, was able to not feel that loneliness because of these precious kids. These same kids don't stop doting on Tobin. I am afraid he will believe his whole life that he should be the center of attention because of them. They are our people and now we are leaving. Once again, we are leaving people who have given us so much of themselves,
I don't think it was possible to pack in more memories this week. We did it all, and it filled our hearts. Today was our last planned adventure with our kids, and my fellow momma's and I decided, we wouldn't say goodbye, because it wasn't. But as I put my boys in our car, I saw the panic on Hackett's face. He knew it was the end, and it hurt him more to not say goodbye. Out of the car we piled and my brave boy gave these special kiddos and their momma's one last hug with tears streaming down his face. We will see them again, often, because I can't fathom not. But the easiness is now gone. We said goodbye to the impromptu that we excel at. The hour here and there. The you take that kid, and I'll take this one. The come over for dinner tonight because you need a break. The soccer games. The summer filled with constant giggles, I will miss you and your kids more than words can describe. Thank you for holding us up when we could not stand. I love you my people, so much.
This memory popped up today. I didn't post until a little after midnight about Koen's sudden and shocking arrival. Kevin was laying on a cot, after not being able to eat or drink all day I was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and sipping on a slurpee that my nurse went out to get for me after I requested one during delivery. As I sat in my hospital bed I had to focus on chewing, consciously moving my jar up and down. I was in such a state of shock. My baby who I thought was safe that morning, was now at the funeral home cold and alone. My time with Koen was gone, it slipped through my fingers in just a day. We had given word to some friends and family via text, but I wanted inform our world of friends and family. I didn't want his life to disappear, I wanted his tragically brief life to be acknowledged and remembered.
This weekend we are camping with friends, because even though I am on the verge of tears during this week, life goes on, as it should. While Kevin is off with the big kids I am watching this angel, gift, and miracle sleep.
Yesterday, before we left, we went to pick out balloons to send to Koen for his birthday. Tobin picked an owl that said "look who's graduating", Hackett a balloon covered with sports balls, and from mom and dad a white heart. We went to his gravesite where his tiny little body is laid to rest and let them go, and they floated up to the heavens just as quickly as Koen did three years ago.
I am away from home, good wifi and my laptop, and am having trouble uploading pictures to my blog that I reference, so I will add them in the comments below and fix in a few days.
The memory is my announcement of Koen's birth and death.
As I rocked Tobin on Sunday night, he was in tears and so was I. I didn't know that he would chew the tip off of one of his beloved wubbies (pacifiers) during the night on Saturday. I had no warning that I would not be able to snuggle up my baby anymore, that he would catapult into toddler-hood in one night. He was sobbing in shock with the disappearance of his wubs, and tears fell down my face in the shock of the disappearance of my baby. Not only has my baby disappeared but also my ability to make everything better. For Tobin, the combination of mom and a wubby, healed all. One of the very hardest things as a mom is to see your child broken in sorrow and not have the ability to fix it.
It's been while. I've needed to write, but haven't been able. There has been so much. Some of which I couldn't share right away, some of which I was processing and trying to rebound from, and amongst all the "much" being a mom has been my priority.
We have big news. We are moving. Just a few hours away from where we live now, but that's a few hours from dear friends, and with that is the comfort of a home and a community where we planted deep roots. Right now we live just a few miles from where Koen is buried, he's nestled in the trees just like our backyard. I go there often, not as much as I used to, but it is my place. It's my place, because it's Koen's only place. Logically I understand that his sweet little soul is no longer there, but its the last place we touched the tiniest little casket he was buried in, where we said our final goodbyes, the grass there has been watered by my tears, where I have laid my head on his stone trying to get as close as I possibly could. I won't be able to go there in the evening, or swing by while Tobin is napping in the car and Hackett is at school. I will have to leave him. Kevin and I were so torn when we lived in California about growing our family, and made the decision to wait. After we lost Koen, I thought, this is why. It would have been so hard to endure what we did thousands of miles away from our family, and I have been so grateful that our little family would always reside just a few miles from Koen, and was always thankful that he wasn't buried in California - so far away from us. It was our plan to stay here, but life happens and you realize must walk by faith. I am getting closer to learning that I am not in control, but goodness it's not easy.
So over the last month we have been preparing for the possibilty of this move, and now its happening. Really happening. Realtors are coming to see our house early next week, tomorrow we go in search of a new home, on Monday Hackett goes to look at his new school. It's real. And its exhausting. The painting, purging, organizing is hard work, and with a toddler and a 9-year-old playing baseball and Kevin coaching, even harder. But what is so exhausting for me is the emotions I am feeling. I don't like change. No, don't like isn't a strong enough word, hate change is probably far more accurate. And I make strong emotional connections to things, I struggled getting a new car, so a new house is much more traumatic. Especially after all this house has seen. We are preparing to purchase our fourth home in eleven years - that number is staggering to me - and this house has by far held more tears than our other two houses combined. Kevin has never really loved this house, and I wonder if that's why. This house is too sad for him. Hackett and Tobin will live in multiple homes while growing up with us, but this is Koen's only house. Just this one. A room in the house that was ready for him, but that he never slept in, will be his only room. Hackett and Tobin will make so many memories in our new home, but the new home won't hold any memories of Koen for me, like this house does.
I think I am in shock about leaving our dear friends here, it hasn't fully hit me what we are walking away from. Amazing people who fill our lives with so much laughter, but have also been there to wipe up our tears, and fill in the gaps during these tough years in our life. They will remain such important people in our lives, but we are moving away from the convenience of fun impromptu night with our kids. I will miss them more than words can even begin to express. What I have learned in our constant string of moves is that distance changes friendships, but the true ones stand the test of time. I am in almost daily communication with many of my friends from California, and I find comfort in peace on knowing it will be the same with these friends.
It's exhausting being a mom. It is. Stay at home or working, its exhausting. I think one reason is the amount of emotional energy you pour in to your kids. They need so much of you. My Hackett. This news has not been easy, he's needed his mom and lots of reassurance, but he's handling it. Handling the initial shock, sharing with his friends, even handling a boy who has been mean (telling others that he's happy Hackett is moving), and also seeing his dear friends who are saddened by his news. The weight of it all weighs heavy on me. As we prepare him for all that is coming. We know how hard moves are, we know that it gets worse before it gets better, but this is life, one cannot be rescued from it as bad as we would like to. This experience has already given him the opportunity to display his grave and maturity, and in the end it will give him the confidence to know that he can do this, he can handle hard and yucky and messy, and then come
Out the other side better for it. In this next year Hackett will learn first hand the power in this promise:
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
Tobin has felt the stress and life has been more frustrating for him as a result, and that takes energy and patience too. Which isn't easy, when you feel like you are all out, but we are making it! Kevin has been working so hard juggling it all, and I appreciate it so much. I feel like being a good wife at this stage in transition means handling it, dealing without flipping, finding the peace and the happy. This blog is my place to dump my emotions, I have cried constantly while typing today, but that doesn't mean there is only sadness with this move. There is happy, there is such peace that cannot be explained, there is excitement. Even though I don't like change, I have learned to embrace the adventure of moves, and with each move we've gotten better at adapting and integrating ourselves into our new communities, and I look forward to doing that again. We will make a new home, and it will be filled with love, laughter, and tears, but I pray not as many tears as this house has held.
(We started saying goodbyes this week as this is our last year with Southtown Little League.)
I don't cry much anymore. For months I cried every single day often making myself cry during the evenings, knowing that I needed to get out the lump that was in my throat all day, During Tobin's pregnancy I tried not to cry - even when I felt a wave of emotion - for fear of not being able to regain my strength and fortitude. I knew that if I began to break down, I may not be able to pull myself back up. Then I had him, and my days are busy, very little time that is all my own. My cheeks are dry most days, I keep things reigned in. It is what feels necessary as I try to be a good mom and wife, but I am still grieving, it's just done in complete silence. I like to pretend that I'm not anymore, it's so much easier, and I feel like I am "supposed" to have moved on almost three years later. I often wonder if those around me, and even those of you who read my blog, are like "okay, enough already, we get it you're sad". I realize this isn't an accurate depiction, but the doubt and unsuredness about how to travel this path, creeps in to my mind. It would be so much easier if I wasn't grieving anymore, if it would just go away. Isn't that awful? That is the raw truth though. It's not the real desire of my heart, but thoughts that race through my head at times. Wishing I could wake up from the bad dream where my baby dies. It's a horrible, awful dream, but one of beauty too, and that is what pulls me back to reality. I don't want to forget the beauty, I don't want to forget Koen's little three pound body in my arms, and his skinny smooth legs. I don't want to forget the piece of my heart he took with him. I don't want to forget all the things he has taught me about life, and love, and kindness, and empathy, and how to trust God when nothing makes sense. I don't want to forget that Hackett was in Kindergarten and wanted to name Koen, Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader, Crusher, or Ud. I don't want to forget that I started to buy him baby clothes exactly three years ago. So this week I am reminded that it is okay to cry. It's okay to have wet cheeks and a snotty nose. It's okay to grieve and take a lifetime to do so.
I am Jackie.