Sam - 3 years, 10 months, 5 days
Bo - 1 year, 8 months, 2 days
Bo - 1 year, 8 months, 2 days
This week, I used my Mamiya RZ proII and some endangered Fuji 3000b instant film.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
One on Tuesdays | Week 2
This week, I used my Mamiya RZ proII and some endangered Fuji 3000b instant film.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
One on Tuesdays || 1/52
Instead of try to explain or come with an excuse as to why I haven't posted since March (!!!), I'm just going to start with a project.
Once a week. One shot of the boys and their ages. I think about how much the have both changed and grown over the last year, and I know one day I'll be grateful for this.
Once a week. One shot of the boys and their ages. I think about how much the have both changed and grown over the last year, and I know one day I'll be grateful for this.
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| 1 year, 7 months, 26 days |
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| 3 years, 9 months, 29 days |
Monday, March 25, 2013
Four Years
A lot can happen in four years. You can have babies. Move houses. Change jobs. You can break.
And a lot can stay the same in 4 years. Your heart might have a crack that doesn't ever fill in. Your gut might get still tight whenever you hear a name. Your head might ache after replaying an event over and over. Your arms might still twitch anxious to hold the baby you didn't get enough time with.
We have a cabinet that I keep Henry's stuff in. He never saw the blankets and the turtle that was once in his crib, only a week away from snuggling him. But I have them in there. Along with every card, every note and every gift that was given to us after he died. And there is a box where I keep everything from the hospital. The gown I envisioned putting on his tiny body to bring him home for the first time. The hat the nurses put on his poor little head. The lock of hair they cut for me and tape measure where they marked his length. 19.5"I often wonder if he would have been much longer had he not got tangled up in that cord. He probably would have weighed more than 4lbs since he likely lost a bit of weight in the few days he waited inside me. But I'll never know or sure.
I'll never know a lot of things. I'll never know what it's like to raise a child with Down Syndrome. I'll never know the stress and worry about seeing specialists and fighting bullies. I'll never know if we would still have Sam and Bo. If we would have moved. If I would be a photographer. But those things don't matter. Because they can't be changed. I do not get hung up on those things. I try to be grateful for what has happened. The many positive things. And though there are days where I am grumpy for no reason, or I snap unprovoked, or I don't want to talk to anyone but rather just sit in the quiet, I know they are not without reason. And I'm beginning to allow myself to just stop and feel. Rather than push them off and ignore the hurt, I'm embracing it. Because I'm not healed. Pushing it away doesn't work. And maybe I'll never heal. I'm just doing whatever feels right. And now that Sam is old enough to ask questions, and now that he knows what the word "brother" really means, I answer his questions honestly for the first time. When he wants to play with the turtle in the cabinet, I tell him he can give it a hug because it was his brothers. And when he asks if it's Bo's, I'll remind him it's his other brother, Henry's. And that Henry lives in the clouds. Because that's what I believe.
I get a lot of messages and emails from people who have been through this or know someone who has. A stillbirth, miscarriage, infant loss. And no one knows what to do. It's not something you learn about unless you have to. It's not something you know how to handle unless you have to. I don't have the right answers for some people. Everyone copes differently. But I'll lend my ear and share my story in hopes that it's helpful to someone. And I don't feel know what the hell I'm talking about, I just told my son his brother lives in the clouds. But at the same time, I unfortunately do know what the hell I'm talking about. I will tell that person that it sucks. And they will always be broken. They will never be the same. They will move on but they will never be the same. They might not ever heal. I'll tell them it's ok to forget about it sometimes. And that it's ok to laugh and smile. And it's also ok to cry and yell or do whatever to get it out. I'll tell them that no one knows what to say to them, and that it's ok. I'll tell them some people might literally run in the other direction when they see them but it's not because they are that hard to look at, it's because that other person thinks they will say the wrong thing.
So as I go over and over this day 4 years ago in my head, I'll remember the blue shirt I was wearing. And I'll remember knowing what the doctor was about to tell me but telling Phil not to worry anyway, saving him a few minutes of hurt. I'll also remember looking out the windows of my labor and delivery room at a sunny playground filled with kids playing innocently as I waited for my pitocin to start. I'll remember the eerie feeling of having met my nurse before although she was a stranger. I'll remember the heartbreak on my doctors face as this was his first stillbirth. I'll remember feeling numb as if I was floating above it all. And as I remember all of this and so much more, I'll take a few minutes of quiet to throw my head back, look up and search for my Henry. Because he lives in the clouds.
And a lot can stay the same in 4 years. Your heart might have a crack that doesn't ever fill in. Your gut might get still tight whenever you hear a name. Your head might ache after replaying an event over and over. Your arms might still twitch anxious to hold the baby you didn't get enough time with.
We have a cabinet that I keep Henry's stuff in. He never saw the blankets and the turtle that was once in his crib, only a week away from snuggling him. But I have them in there. Along with every card, every note and every gift that was given to us after he died. And there is a box where I keep everything from the hospital. The gown I envisioned putting on his tiny body to bring him home for the first time. The hat the nurses put on his poor little head. The lock of hair they cut for me and tape measure where they marked his length. 19.5"I often wonder if he would have been much longer had he not got tangled up in that cord. He probably would have weighed more than 4lbs since he likely lost a bit of weight in the few days he waited inside me. But I'll never know or sure.
I'll never know a lot of things. I'll never know what it's like to raise a child with Down Syndrome. I'll never know the stress and worry about seeing specialists and fighting bullies. I'll never know if we would still have Sam and Bo. If we would have moved. If I would be a photographer. But those things don't matter. Because they can't be changed. I do not get hung up on those things. I try to be grateful for what has happened. The many positive things. And though there are days where I am grumpy for no reason, or I snap unprovoked, or I don't want to talk to anyone but rather just sit in the quiet, I know they are not without reason. And I'm beginning to allow myself to just stop and feel. Rather than push them off and ignore the hurt, I'm embracing it. Because I'm not healed. Pushing it away doesn't work. And maybe I'll never heal. I'm just doing whatever feels right. And now that Sam is old enough to ask questions, and now that he knows what the word "brother" really means, I answer his questions honestly for the first time. When he wants to play with the turtle in the cabinet, I tell him he can give it a hug because it was his brothers. And when he asks if it's Bo's, I'll remind him it's his other brother, Henry's. And that Henry lives in the clouds. Because that's what I believe.
I get a lot of messages and emails from people who have been through this or know someone who has. A stillbirth, miscarriage, infant loss. And no one knows what to do. It's not something you learn about unless you have to. It's not something you know how to handle unless you have to. I don't have the right answers for some people. Everyone copes differently. But I'll lend my ear and share my story in hopes that it's helpful to someone. And I don't feel know what the hell I'm talking about, I just told my son his brother lives in the clouds. But at the same time, I unfortunately do know what the hell I'm talking about. I will tell that person that it sucks. And they will always be broken. They will never be the same. They will move on but they will never be the same. They might not ever heal. I'll tell them it's ok to forget about it sometimes. And that it's ok to laugh and smile. And it's also ok to cry and yell or do whatever to get it out. I'll tell them that no one knows what to say to them, and that it's ok. I'll tell them some people might literally run in the other direction when they see them but it's not because they are that hard to look at, it's because that other person thinks they will say the wrong thing.
So as I go over and over this day 4 years ago in my head, I'll remember the blue shirt I was wearing. And I'll remember knowing what the doctor was about to tell me but telling Phil not to worry anyway, saving him a few minutes of hurt. I'll also remember looking out the windows of my labor and delivery room at a sunny playground filled with kids playing innocently as I waited for my pitocin to start. I'll remember the eerie feeling of having met my nurse before although she was a stranger. I'll remember the heartbreak on my doctors face as this was his first stillbirth. I'll remember feeling numb as if I was floating above it all. And as I remember all of this and so much more, I'll take a few minutes of quiet to throw my head back, look up and search for my Henry. Because he lives in the clouds.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Three
I looked back at last years post around Sam's birthday and laughed because last year "two" was going to be my "new theme". I can certainly tell you that this year Three is NOT going to be a new theme. Last year I was going to have 2 boys and 2 hineys to wipe. I do have 2 ridiculously awesome boys, but thankfully, I'm back to 1 hiney. But what I loved most about reminiscing over last years birthday post is realizing just how much he grew up this year. So many changes - new house, new brother, new school, new undies. And with everything new, he just rolled with it.
His conversations and ideas are my favorite. His imagination makes me want to be three again. His love is big. And his laugh, often ornery, is contagious. He is independent. He can "do it myself". Even when he really can't, he'll try hard and then ask for help. He goes to Bo when he's crying, comforting with a hug. And even though he'll often use his hands or feet to push Bo away from his toys (oh, brothers), I'll catch him also showing Bo how to do something with patience and kindness. He has a glow work (named "Baby") and he is a mini me, doing everything for baby that I do for Bo. Bo needs a diaper, he also needs to change Baby's diaper. Bo needs a nap? Baby also needs a nap - which consists of me having to put sam's shades down, and turn on the sound machine just as I do for Bo. He tucks in baby, and whispers "Sweep dreams".
How could my sweet boy be three already? I wish I remembered better when he was a baby. Thank goodness for all the photos I have because my memory really is terrible. It all goes so damn fast. But every minute that flies by, I know Sam and I are soul mates. And for that I am so lucky. And so very happy.
His conversations and ideas are my favorite. His imagination makes me want to be three again. His love is big. And his laugh, often ornery, is contagious. He is independent. He can "do it myself". Even when he really can't, he'll try hard and then ask for help. He goes to Bo when he's crying, comforting with a hug. And even though he'll often use his hands or feet to push Bo away from his toys (oh, brothers), I'll catch him also showing Bo how to do something with patience and kindness. He has a glow work (named "Baby") and he is a mini me, doing everything for baby that I do for Bo. Bo needs a diaper, he also needs to change Baby's diaper. Bo needs a nap? Baby also needs a nap - which consists of me having to put sam's shades down, and turn on the sound machine just as I do for Bo. He tucks in baby, and whispers "Sweep dreams".
How could my sweet boy be three already? I wish I remembered better when he was a baby. Thank goodness for all the photos I have because my memory really is terrible. It all goes so damn fast. But every minute that flies by, I know Sam and I are soul mates. And for that I am so lucky. And so very happy.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Happy
A conversation in the car today:
s: "Mommy, what makes you happy?"
me: "Big squeezy hugs from you, playing with you and Bo, snuggling with you. What makes you happy?"
s: "Eating dinner."
me: laughing because he never eats a good dinner "What else makes you happy?"
s: "Snuggling with daddy. And my green shoes."
The secret to happiness? A good dinner, some snuggles and cool, green shoes. You're welcome, people.
Monday, December 24, 2012
nothing quite like it
Santas cookies are out. The stockings are ready. The presents are wrapped. The christmas pajamas are on. The ground outside is white. And for the first time in my life, we'll be home for Christmas day. My family always did "christmas" on the 24th. Santa came to our house when we were at christmas eve mass, so when we came home we got to dig in and then eat a big awesome dinner. The next morning started early with wake up calls from my crazy, I mean awesome, aunt, and we were at my Nanny's before we barely had time to wipe the sleep from our eyes. All day was spent going back and forth between grandparents' houses, which were luckily only a few miles from each other. It really was awesome. Tons of jokes and laughs, loads of gifts, lots of cookies and card games. Traditions.
And when Phil and I got married I had to learn to share my Christmas. We still bounced around, we just added in another state and 2-3 more houses to visit. The last two years with Sam has made for some interesting travel. When your SUV is full to the brim (so much so your poor dog is lodged in between gift bags in the back) and you only have one kid, you start to realize you might need to reassess when the next kid comes around.
So for the first time ever, Santa will come to my house when we are sleeping Christmas Eve. He'll eat the cookies left for him (I actually already did that, had to take one for the team). He'll fill the stockings and leave piles of presents. He'll leave a note for the boys, thanking them for being good this year (can also check that off the to do list). And it will all happen in OUR house. Our new house. The first Christmas here, the first Christmas Sam is really into. Bo's first Christmas ever. All of the stress and exhaustion that came from trying to pull this off is going to be so worth it. The only thing Sam asked Santa for was a dragon. And I think I already Saw that Santa put it under the tree. He really IS a good boy. A sweet kid. With a really kind heart. And Bo, well it's too soon to tell ;) But he's probably the best baby i've ever seen - And yes, that's biased, but not really - he actually is awesome.
I hope Santa comes to your hive tonight too. And I hope more than anything you have lots of love to share tomorrow. And every day. And that you get some of that live right back.
Merry chrismas!
And when Phil and I got married I had to learn to share my Christmas. We still bounced around, we just added in another state and 2-3 more houses to visit. The last two years with Sam has made for some interesting travel. When your SUV is full to the brim (so much so your poor dog is lodged in between gift bags in the back) and you only have one kid, you start to realize you might need to reassess when the next kid comes around.
So for the first time ever, Santa will come to my house when we are sleeping Christmas Eve. He'll eat the cookies left for him (I actually already did that, had to take one for the team). He'll fill the stockings and leave piles of presents. He'll leave a note for the boys, thanking them for being good this year (can also check that off the to do list). And it will all happen in OUR house. Our new house. The first Christmas here, the first Christmas Sam is really into. Bo's first Christmas ever. All of the stress and exhaustion that came from trying to pull this off is going to be so worth it. The only thing Sam asked Santa for was a dragon. And I think I already Saw that Santa put it under the tree. He really IS a good boy. A sweet kid. With a really kind heart. And Bo, well it's too soon to tell ;) But he's probably the best baby i've ever seen - And yes, that's biased, but not really - he actually is awesome.
I hope Santa comes to your hive tonight too. And I hope more than anything you have lots of love to share tomorrow. And every day. And that you get some of that live right back.
Merry chrismas!
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving :)
The things I am most thankful for are the things that make me too tired to update this blog as much as I would like. Things 1 & 2. I don't even want to think about my life without these boys. And these two are the only things that will always, without fail, bring a smile to my face and warmth to my heart. Even when I'm mad at them, frustrated and exhausted, those boogers always make me smile. And it's a good reminder usually to not take anything too seriously. Spilled milk is not a big deal. But when Sam spilled my coffee the other day, well, that was a much bigger deal. And yet, as I was frantically wiping down the couch, I was still smiling as Sam was trying to help me. My signature move these days is smile and shake my head. But at least my heart is warm. Very warm indeed.
(and since it really has been a while, here are a LOT of photos to update the last 3 months in crazy town - aka, the Boyer hive.)
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