The Difference a Day Makes
Yesterday We were supposed to be napping. Instead, Dietrich wanted to play, after all, he is three. As he played with the pillows, blanket, and my hands, I found myself staring at my reflection in his eyes. I then began to wonder how this darling child sees me. Lately,...
My Grief
My grief is my own, no one else’s. It is not right or wrong, nor should anyone judge me for the way I am doing it. My loss, even if we have similar experiences, is not your loss. If you don’t have a similar experience you cannot definitively say...
Reflections through a year apart
One year ago I faced being without my husband of only a few months for an extended period of time. I knew that even when we reunited during mid-tour leave, the time would be brief and focused on the addition to our family. I thought about the possibilities and...
The long awaited arrival
My due date, June 5, came and went. Peter arrived for R&R later that week. My doctor reluctantly agreed to let me wait another week. Dietrich measured on the larger side – at 40 weeks, they estimated about 10 pounds. He also recommended scheduling a c-section, since I’d shown...