Monday, April 27, 2015

Simone's Birthday.

I don't know how my amazing midwife captured this photo, but I'm so glad she did. It's a cell phone picture, because in our rush to the hospital, we didn't grab for the camera.
The moment Simone was born. I treasure the love here, so much love.
Simone's birthday weekend was, surprisingly, pleasant. It was full of family time, connecting with each other, just as I'd hoped it would be. 

We decided to spend the day alone, our little family. This was important to me because I felt that we needed to focus on ourselves and not on comforting others in their grief. Gabriela was a little upset about this at first. It was really important to her that we at least invite our midwives, who helped us so much during and after Simone's birth.  My sweet six year old is always surprising me. 

Our dear midwives sent us messages though, letting us know how much they love our family and that they were thinking of us on Simone's birthday. We received flowers and notes, and so many messages of love over the weekend. Here's Simone's flower birthday cake from her Uncle Ian and Auntie Adie.

The days leading up to Simone's birthday were really difficult. I think between Gabriela, Lane and me, we all had some really rough moments. 
I awoke the night before, at just about the same moment my contractions woke me the year before. I really had to pee too, and it took me a long time to gather the courage to do it. To make that trip down my hallway to the bathroom, when I'd done the same exactly a year before, only to discover so much blood, now knowing that was all Simone's blood and likely, the moment she died inside of me. 

I made Lane a special coffee cake that morning. We measured the kids on our growth chart because they all would have gotten measured on Simone's birthday if she'd been alive. We do have her birth measurement on our chart.

That morning, Lane spotted a deer outside while checking out our garden. 

At 1:43 pm, we released a dozen butterflies outside by Simone's tree. Her tree did beautifully this year. We were getting worried that it was completely dormant looking still in March, when all the trees around us were in full bloom. As soon as April started though, our tree began to bloom. After Lane picked two blossoms to press, there was a single blossom left on her tree today. And, when we returned from the nursery to buy new plants, that last blossom had blown away. 


Releasing the butterflies was perfect and beautiful. It was a fun activity for the kids too. They oohed and ahhed over holding butterflies in their hands and gasped as they flew away. Then the butterflies would land on us, and we released some onto Simone's flower cake, where they could enjoy a yummy snack.   



After just spending time together (Lane and I gave Gabriela and Easton manicures and pedicures), building with blocks and reading aloud, we went to the nursery to get some plants for the base of Simone's tree. Easton was so cute at the nursery, he wanted to buy every single plant there. "Oooh, Mama! Let's get this one!!!" He and Gabriela each chose some pants for Simone's tree. We also got some herbs and a couple vegetable starts, and a strawberry plant. The kids helped me plant the flowers while Lane put our other plants into the ground. It was a fitting activity since we started our garden last year a couple days after returning home from the hospital. 

Right before we started planting, we spotted a single ladybug on Simone's tree. 

I made Simone's birthday cake and the kids each got to blow out the candle on one cake. As we lit them, Gabriela started to sing Happy Birthday and wanted to kno why no one else was singing along. Through tears, we all sang together, and all of us but Easton were teary eyed by the end. Easton, having been in this role for a year now, was an old pro. As soon as he saw me crying he gave me a gigantic hug. A minute later he looked into my eyes, and seeing tears still, proclaimed, "you are da best mama!" And hugged me again. They talked about their sister and what she would do if she were here, how she'd probably shove the cake in her mouth messily. I think it's healthy and helpful and definitely sweet to hear them happily imagine what life would be like with Simone alive in our lives. 

Oh, sweet baby, what we would give to have you here. To watch you toddle around, clap your hands, give us slobbery kisses, say your first words, and hear your magical giggle. We miss you so very much and just wish it didn't have be like this. 

1 comment:

heather said...

So much love to all of you, Grovers. Just thinking of that walk down the hall you had to do to go pee the same time you had your first contractions with Simone... kinda knocks the wind out of me. Big hugs.