Cycles and such
Yesterday afternoon Samantha's water broke. A million hours later, I became an aunt, again. I think it makes number 14 for me. My brother's daughter is due in a couple months, upping the total to 15. That is a lot of nieces and nephews. I am starting to blur the names in my head.
Being at the hospital was surreal. I was grateful that we weren't at the same place I had given birth to Mazzy. I wouldn't have been able to handle that at all. I will say that I was relieved that I was able to hold it together. Samantha seemed determined to have me at her side, so I was a good sister-in-law and took the best care of her that I could, given the circumstances.
Mama and baby are okay. Seth is in NICU because he and Mama were running a fever. I think they will have that under control soon. I have faith that he will be strong and beautiful in no time.
It was after four this morning when Adam and I fell in to bed, finally able to get some sleep. I slept fitfully, but I felt rested by the time I poured myself from the sheets on to the floor. I am grateful for my cup of coffee today.
As I was getting ready to face my day, mentally planning my chores around visitation time at the hospital, I got a phone call.
It was the funeral home.
It would seem that they have finally gotten Mazzy's death certificate. My plans shifted immediately. I am not going to the hospital later tonight. Once Adam is done with work for the day we will be driving to the funeral home to pick up her death certificate. I figure that six months was as long as I willing to wait for it.
I am not sure why it is important, except it is the last thing we have to take care of where all of this concerned. Maybe we can feel some sense of closure.
It never ceases to amazes me that just when I feel the most capable, I am bumped down by the Universe. First I was tested with Samantha's delivery of Seth and now I am going to be facing my daughter's death all over again.
Man. I am thrilled to pieces that I am not working. I don't think I would be able to serve a decent latte this week.
Being at the hospital was surreal. I was grateful that we weren't at the same place I had given birth to Mazzy. I wouldn't have been able to handle that at all. I will say that I was relieved that I was able to hold it together. Samantha seemed determined to have me at her side, so I was a good sister-in-law and took the best care of her that I could, given the circumstances.
Mama and baby are okay. Seth is in NICU because he and Mama were running a fever. I think they will have that under control soon. I have faith that he will be strong and beautiful in no time.
It was after four this morning when Adam and I fell in to bed, finally able to get some sleep. I slept fitfully, but I felt rested by the time I poured myself from the sheets on to the floor. I am grateful for my cup of coffee today.
As I was getting ready to face my day, mentally planning my chores around visitation time at the hospital, I got a phone call.
It was the funeral home.
It would seem that they have finally gotten Mazzy's death certificate. My plans shifted immediately. I am not going to the hospital later tonight. Once Adam is done with work for the day we will be driving to the funeral home to pick up her death certificate. I figure that six months was as long as I willing to wait for it.
I am not sure why it is important, except it is the last thing we have to take care of where all of this concerned. Maybe we can feel some sense of closure.
It never ceases to amazes me that just when I feel the most capable, I am bumped down by the Universe. First I was tested with Samantha's delivery of Seth and now I am going to be facing my daughter's death all over again.
Man. I am thrilled to pieces that I am not working. I don't think I would be able to serve a decent latte this week.
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