Friends of mine who lost a baby too soon celebrate his due date as “Family Fun Day”. I’ve struggled with how to manage all the different dates/anniversaries that crop up year after year after losing Archimedes and Aubrey.
The date I found out I was pregnant, when I found out I was having twins, when my waters broke, when I was told both of my babies were dead, then alive (on the same day), when I was told Aubrey had died, when they were born, and when Archie died.
And the 29th of January, the date they were due to make their appearance, healthy and beloved, the final two members of our little family. The day our family should have been complete.
Two years on, the joy is easier to access. And Family Fun Day seems like an awesome idea.
But maybe we’ll do that next year. Yesterday, leaving Pearl Beach, I slipped and fell down the stairs, and hurt my knee. It’s most likely a sprained ligament and/or torn muscle with possible disc involvement. I’d need a scan to see exactly what is damaged, but it’s still too swollen for a scan. Hopefully with rest and ice packs, I’ll be walking better on Friday when I see the osteo again.
The very last week of mama and Squishy time is going to involve a lot more home based crafts and screen time than I had planned
He’s off to school tomorrow for his “Best Start” assessment, ready to start school on Monday.