So technically this post is going up at 1 am on the 6th; however, I am backdating this post to the 5th because I’m still operating in the 5th mode and today has been crazy so I’m just getting this to post. Also, I have had computer problems for the last hour and a half and just got my computer turned on. I’m new to the MacBook Pro world — have always had PCs before. I’ve had a lot of issues with my Macbook not turning on. Does anyone know if this is a common problem? I don’t know much about computers. And on another note, I want to wish my friend Deanna a very happy birthday today! She is one of my oldest, best, lifelong friends — and I think we’ve been friends for 25 years now! Happy birthday, Dee!
Today was a really fun day! We woke up and decided to do something fun. So we gave Jack a few options, and he chose to go to Dollywood. In a random occurrence, both of my siblings were able to come with us! So Aunt Z, Uncle Baggee, and Becca piled in the van and we all went to Dollywood. It was the perfect day for it! Not too crowded and a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The weather was perfect. Jack rode his first roller coaster. I couldn’t believe he was tall enough. If I could put emoticons in here I would load it up with them. Ones that express how terrified I was and that I couldn’t believe it. I even asked a woman working it if it was “really ok [with a little wink]” for him to ride it. Apparently the standard heights they set up aren’t good enough for me. But he rode it and had a blast on it! Such a fun day. He also requested the water ride, which means the River Rampage. A classic that Linds, Bud, and I haven’t ridden together in probably close to 15 years. You know what kind of rides you don’t have to wait in line for in the fall? Water rides. I debated the whole way to the ride and I was super nervous because I thought it might be a bad decision to ride it when it’s cooler out. But Z assured me that it was nearly 70 degrees, the sun was shining, and the water would be warm from the end of summer. So we rode it. And Jack loved it and got totally soaked. Then Tommy paid $5 for a “dryer”, which I put in quotes because I’m pretty sure the only thing it dried was his wallet out of money. Thankfully I had a change of clothes for Jack so we were able to get him dried off. The rest of us walked around in soaking wet jeans for the rest of the day. But it really wasn’t cold in the sun.
We were planning to leave there around 5 because Tommy and I wanted to go see our friends’ new baby — their rainbow baby — this evening. But we got caught up at Dollywood, and apparently behind the mad rush of everyone leaving when they closed at 6, so it took awhile to get out. On the way home I checked my phone and saw that our friends’ new baby was being admitted to the hospital. And my heart sank. So fast. I couldn’t believe it. They had finally gotten their sweet baby and had just brought him home and been able to introduce him to his brother. And just like that he’s sick and put in the hospital. I knew it would be especially hard for my friend because last time she had a baby in that hospital, her baby died. So I went to see her but had some issues getting in there. Because it was later in the day the front doors were locked. So I went through the ER and had to check in with a security guard who informed me I could not visit. Once I told him the name he checked his role but didn’t have their names on there. So I stood there with big ol’ 32 oz. Cokes in hand telling him to look again and that I had stuff to bring my friend. He said “nope, I can’t let you up. and this isn’t exactly a lot of fun for me.” I was desperate because I had a phone charger for her and her phone was dead. Very important things. So when he made another comment about this not being his idea of a good time, I said something along the lines of yes, I understand that. It’s not my idea of a good time either. My son is at home and cried because he didn’t want me to leave the house, and the Good Wife is on and I’d rather be sitting on my couch watching it and eating ice cream. But I’m here because my friend’s 3 day old baby was admitted, and last year she had a baby in this hospital who died. And last year my baby died. So this is a big deal. And I have her phone charger.
At that point the tears started coming, and he either felt bad for me, thought I was crazy, or just wanted me to stop talking because his demeanor changed and he said he would see what he could do if I would wait. So I stepped outside because that ER was insane with people and I have a little bit of a compromised immune system. And I sat down on the pavement outside the ER, and I just cried. The tears just flowed. I’m so sad for Ray and Julie. My heart is heavy for them as they endure this hardship, and I know the uncertainty of their sweet baby’s health is so scary. Why some people endure so much and others don’t is something I don’t think I will understand. Julie and I talked about this on Friday. But I think in those moments outside the ER I just grieved for their Nora and for our Gabriel. With tears filling my eyes and running down my cheeks I just wept for our babies. To have to fight my way in to see my friend who I’m so bonded to because both of our babies died was one of those things that caught up with me in the moment. One of those things that made me overwhelmingly sad. So I sat on the sidewalk and cried. And then I knocked over one of the Cokes and it poured out all over the concrete in an instance, and I cried some more. Then I pulled myself up — like I’ve done so many times in the past year and a half — wiped the running mascara off my face as much as possible, and walked back in. The security guard let me in, and I gave Julie her phone charger.
As I drove home tonight I cried some more just thinking about things. Thinking about life. One of the things I was afraid of after Gabriel died was that I would forget. Not him — I knew I would never forget him — but that I would forget my desperation at that time. Because as broken and awful and miserable as losing a loved one is, there’s something beautiful about being so low that every breath you breathe is a desperate need for God. I knew that as time went on that would go away, and it did. Tonight reminded me of our desperate need for God every day. If our hope is in anywhere but Him, we will be crushed. While things move smoothly in life I tend to forget my state of desperation, where as a little over a year ago I walked in it every day. Seeing a little tiny, new person laying there completely helpless — totally in the hands of God, reminded me of how He holds us and how we need him every day.
*Please pray for our friends and their sweet baby boy.