Changes

After Charlotte, I wanted everything to change. I quit my job. We contemplated moving (but instead just repainted and rearranged furniture). I lost touch with friends and moved into different circles. Everything did change, over time.

I remember reading (somewhere?) that you should wait for at least a year after a loss before making any drastic changes in your life. I had been planning to quit my job anyway, so I figured that was ok. We didn't move. I found another job in the same field. Time passed.

Then Adam came. Everyone told us, over and over, what a change that would bring into our lives. I was surprised how little things actually did change. Sure, it takes me longer to get out of the house than it used to and our living room is taken over by large plastic apparatuses, but I feel a lot less changed now than I did before/after Charlotte. Perhaps I already knew the biggest lesson of parenthood: how it feels to have a child be the center of your life. It's a lot easier when that child is alive.

Now that the 2-year mark is looming, I feel like I have some perspective. I don't think my decisions now are made out of grief, but are real, true decisions. I have decided to go back to school. I actually decided this early last summer, while still pregnant, and have been taking a couple of prerequisites this year. Starting in September, I'll be taking a full-time program in nursing.

If three years ago someone had told me I would be doing this, I would never, ever have believed them. I was (am) a musician- as artsy as it gets. I make a living by doing what all musicians do- a little teaching, a little gigging, a bit of everything. It's a labor of love, and requires so much passion to do it well. After Charlotte, I lost the passion.

When she died, my love for music died too. That didn't come out right. I still love music, but in not the same way. I no longer have the patience to sit and work through one phrase of Beethoven for hours at a time to get every note exactly right, to find the hidden meaning behind the notes. Before, it was worthwhile. Now, there are so many more important things in life. I need a change.

So, nursing it is. I don't know what discipline of nursing I want to explore, but I do know from a patient's perspective how important a nurse can be. Like you all, I had great, wonderful nurses and also horrible ones. I hope to be one of those wonderful ones.

So, a new chapter for me. We'll see where I go.

Checking in

I had no intentions of fading into blog oblivion. Time came and went, and now it's been almost three months (!!!) since my last post.

Things are well. Bee is growing like a weed, is about 17 lbs now. He giggles and reaches for things, twists and turns. He's a joy, really is.

I still miss Charlotte. So, so much now. The two year anniversary is less than a month away. It falls on Easter Sunday this year, which means I have to actually face the world that day. Go to church, conduct the Hallelujah chorus, smile and focus. I'm sure it will be ok, although not what I would choose.

Two years. Really? Where did the time go? It seems like forever and nothing all at once. There aren't a lot of memories from that time. The first-year fog, then the months of bedrest and stress with the pregnancy, and now he's here. It all rolls into one really, and it's hard to believe that I've only had Adam for four and a half months. He was always present, it seems.

As he grows and starts to really develop a little personality, I find myself thinking, more and more, if Charlotte would have done this or that; would she have had the funny little head shake or if she would have been a redhead too. I'll never know.

I will post more frequently, I promise.