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I am a 29 year old teacher of fourth grade. My husband and I began TTC in March of 2008. We conceived our first month, but unfortunately it only ended in an early miscarriage. 8 months later we finally conceived again, and she was our take-home baby! Norah Jane was born on July 16, 2009. 7lbs 0oz 19" long and amazing. We recently had our sweet baby boy, Miles! He was born on June 12, 2013 at 3:37pm, weighing in at 8lbs 4oz, 20 inches long, and PERFECT! We are loving every minute of parenthood (even the frustrating minutes!). This blog is an attempt to chronicle the baby steps, foot steps, leaps, bounds, and milestones of this journey.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

I have reasons for not blogging.

Sheesh-- February was not my month to update. I do have an excuse though--two of them, actually. Both of my grandmas died within four days of each other. :(

It was so sad. My grandma that lives in Augusta, GA was doing fine, just had a few issues from her COPD (she had not picked up a cigarette in 28 years!That shows you the long-term effects of smoking). Well, all of the sudden, I got a phone call at my school that said, "Gram is dying. She won't make it through the night. You need to come now." So, I got both of the kids, left Daniel in Nashville since he had work stuff he had to tend to, and my sister and I drove down to the Augusta hospital as fast as we could-- should have taken us 6 hours. We had a few setbacks. First, Miles had some kind of nasty little cold, and he ended up throwing up so hard over and over and over in his carseat from all of the mucous. Of course it was right after he had a bottle, and of course it was while we were driving on the interstate. Ugh. It was such a disgusting mess. We pulled over on the side of the road because there were NO exits for at least another 7 miles. I got him cleaned up and changed, and I got his carseat cleaned up as best I could for the moment. It ended up needing to go through the wash twice before the smell was out. Later on, we stopped to get coffee, and then my sister accidentally got on the wrong interstate, which caused us to go 20 miles in the wrong direction. Ugh. Then, about an hour from our destination, Norah said that she had to poop, so we had to stop for that too. So six hours ended up taking 8.

Around the 10:30 mark, we got the call. We were 26 minutes away from the hospital-- 26 minutes too late. Gram was gone. :(

I was in a bit of shock and disbelief. I was so sad, and so mad that we were so close to saying goodbye, and that we missed it. We ended up dropping the kids off at the hotel with my sister and her husband, and we drove to the hospital anyway to have some closure since there wouldn't be a funeral (she requested that there not be one). No one told us though, that she'd still be laying there, in the bed, dead.

It too me aback and I broke down. Ugly cry breaking down. I wanted so badly to say goodbye to her. I have some incredible memories of her, and with her. :(

So then we stayed overnight in Augusta and since we were only 2 hours from my parent's house in South Carolina, we decided to drive over there for the weekend instead of going right back up to Nashville. I had 4 days of bereavement leave, so I figured I should take some time off to process all of this. We hung out with my parents for a few days. They had been in Massachusettes visiting my very ill grandmother (Grammy) for the past week. She was 91, and was on her last leg. We knew it wouldn't be long for her, but the doctors said that she could have a week, or she could have 3 months-- it was up in the air. After staying with my family for a few days, Jamie and I got all packed up to head back to Nashville on Tuesday morning. When I woke up and went downstairs, my dad was still there. I said, "Daddy, why aren't you at work?" As soon as I asked the question, I knew what he was going to say. "Grammy died this morning. I just got the phone call." :( It was a punch in the gut. My dad was closer to his mother than I had ever seen anyone be. He not only loved her, he took care of her, from hundreds of miles away. He adored her, and she adored him. I gave my dad a huge hug. It was all so sad.

Now, at that moment, I was grandparentless. My grandfather on my dad's side died when I was 3 months old, and my grandfather (Pop) on my mom's side died 5 years ago.

So, I called work, got everything straightened out. The kids and I would be staying in SC, fly to Boston on Wednesday to avoid the horrible winter storm coming through, while Jamie went back to Nashville and worked a few more days, then she would fly from Nashville to Boston. Then, after the funeral, Jamie, me, and the kids would fly from Boston back to Nashville. Whew. It was a whirlwind.

I don't really want to go into the whole trip itself. Nothing too exciting, honestly. I did get us upgraded to the biggest suite in the whole hotel at one point, but other than that, it was all just sad. I did speak at the funeral about how Grammy's legacy was going to keep going and going and going, and that's how she always wanted it. There are 26 people between her kids, grandkids, and great grandkids. She would always say, "That was me! It's all because of me! I did this!" Yes you did, Grammy. You did this, and I could not thank you enough for it.

The trip home was worrisome because of the cancellations and delays because of the insane amount of blizzards and storms throughout the Northeast. It took my parents two extra days to get home because of how often their planes were cancelled. We were all exhausted by the time we got home (although Miles and Norah did AMAZINGLY on the plane rides-- holy crap, I couldn't have asked for better babies on ALL of the flights). I had to work the next morning-- I also had to give a presentation to a whole bunch of teachers for an hour. It was good to get my mind off of everything that had just happened.

Two grandmothers in four days. :( I miss them, and I wish I could pick up the phone and hear their voices once more.