From the start of Marley’s birth there were a full supporting team of players that changed our course. My FIL, woke up so early in the morning to come pick up our three other children. We left them in the car at 4am until he got there all the while trying to make sure this was it and there would be a baby today! He came over and didn’t complain- just scooped them right up and took them home. My mom and dad came to be there, like any other grandparent, but this day also happened to be the day my grandma was buried. Her funeral started shortly after we were trying out figure out what was going on, and my mom missed the whole thing. It was a profound loss for our family while we were experiencing joy in new life. The juxtaposition was unmeasurable. When Mar went to children’s it was the wind sucked out of our sails and they stayed with me. Someone had to take care of the pets so my dad went to my house to feed them all. It’s such simple details that without would have been a burden that may have been too much at the time- one that deserves worthy credit. All the while my mom drove milk back and forth to the hospital my child was in. Selfless acts. Alone and sitting in the hospital during those small times I missed them all, and longed for answers. Miss TT, brought me Starbucks and a magazine, and stopped by target to pick up onesies with arms in them for pictures that never got took, all while waiting for her parents to arrive from Florida. There wasn’t much time for her, yet she took those few extra moments to be there and it was beyond words. My FIL took the kids back to children’s to see their new baby sister- and shower her with love. My parents brought them back to me to get momma hugs and then home to regroup. My brother met my husband at children’s and stayed beside him all night- it was our village.
My mom picked me up the next day and drove me to the other hospital and my dad brought my other kiddos to see their sister again. Then all went home to get back to the routine. School was in full session as was our world of soccer. My L and aunt K drove miles (miles!) to see us and be there. To support and help in any way. To bestow gifts in the way new babies often bring excitement in. And to comfort with words when there were none to be said. My mom fielded phone calls. And texts. And more calls. And so many more texts. Updating.
When I didn’t move for the hours before that first surgery, right before they took her back out of pre-op I got a text that My L had driven again. All to be there to hold a hand. To pray. To guide me to finally pump (read Here for more on pumping!!). Such monumental acts that are so small yet beyond words.
There were others- the coffee and muffin dropped off and listening ears when I said I was fine, but Denise didn’t take no for an answer. Or the prayers and prayers and prayers from S,E,N,K and T,D&M. There’s no words that could encompass a thank you enough. It’s not possible. So many texts, so many texts of encouragement and thoughts. Of helplessness from those longing to be able to do something (D,K,P,k,J). I heard you all (Pam G).. And I needed you all (Jenn). My village.
Without you all we would be one. And that would worse than none, for I would know what I was missing. Thank God for our village. Hold yours tight to you. You never know when you may need them. Time is so fleeting. Be someone else’s village. Don’t be an island. Thank your supporting cast when it doesn’t warrant it. They are with you. Even when it isn’t said.
My husband had his village too with some overlapping cast, but not to forget anyone I’ll give a shout out to some of his also, Sis and fam, Dr B (with no T ;) and Dr K, uncle J, B, J, and E. BL. Boss Tim... And so many more I’m sure.
Thank you all.
My mom picked me up the next day and drove me to the other hospital and my dad brought my other kiddos to see their sister again. Then all went home to get back to the routine. School was in full session as was our world of soccer. My L and aunt K drove miles (miles!) to see us and be there. To support and help in any way. To bestow gifts in the way new babies often bring excitement in. And to comfort with words when there were none to be said. My mom fielded phone calls. And texts. And more calls. And so many more texts. Updating.
When I didn’t move for the hours before that first surgery, right before they took her back out of pre-op I got a text that My L had driven again. All to be there to hold a hand. To pray. To guide me to finally pump (read Here for more on pumping!!). Such monumental acts that are so small yet beyond words.
There were others- the coffee and muffin dropped off and listening ears when I said I was fine, but Denise didn’t take no for an answer. Or the prayers and prayers and prayers from S,E,N,K and T,D&M. There’s no words that could encompass a thank you enough. It’s not possible. So many texts, so many texts of encouragement and thoughts. Of helplessness from those longing to be able to do something (D,K,P,k,J). I heard you all (Pam G).. And I needed you all (Jenn). My village.
Without you all we would be one. And that would worse than none, for I would know what I was missing. Thank God for our village. Hold yours tight to you. You never know when you may need them. Time is so fleeting. Be someone else’s village. Don’t be an island. Thank your supporting cast when it doesn’t warrant it. They are with you. Even when it isn’t said.
My husband had his village too with some overlapping cast, but not to forget anyone I’ll give a shout out to some of his also, Sis and fam, Dr B (with no T ;) and Dr K, uncle J, B, J, and E. BL. Boss Tim... And so many more I’m sure.
Thank you all.
🙌 Member of the sis & fam club. 💕
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