Baby Girl

Here I am at 23 weeks.  Baby's movements can now be felt when a hand is placed on my huge belly.  In fact, last night Steve and I enjoyed just lying in bed and feeling Baby bounce around.  I imagined what I felt, little feet, tiny fists, knees or a backside.

It has also been a bit difficult in last weeks as well.  Tis the season, the season where we might really miss the faces we can no longer see.  Which means I have really been missing Joel and my Dad as well.  I don't know if the tiredness that sometimes overwhelms me is because of the pregnancy or because of the emotions and the grief.  But I take it easy, I am fortunate that I can, and I often take a nap during the day.

It's also been something new, the realization that this Baby is a girl.  Maybe this seems strange, or worse, very unseemly, but it has opened up a new set of grief possibilities.  I mean that in a sense, there has been a new sadness in thinking that our girl-baby might have a PBD.

NOT because it's worse when a girl is ill or dies.  Children are children.  Losing a child is just... hard to explain if you have not been there.  I wept many times this week, thinking of the people who lost a 6 or 7 year old, knowing they had been absolutely blindsided by their sudden appearance in the land of child loss.  Here in the world of grief so suddenly, with no warning at all.  At least I know ahead of time...

But I am off topic.  Here is the thing about a girl.  A girl just is different from a boy.  They are.  And girl children are a different relationship and a different set of losses.  A whole new set of "what ifs" to think about.  That might be hard to understand, but there it is.  If this Baby had been male, then I had already grieved once "the boy stuff."  In fact, I am so blessed to have experienced a son once already in Caeden.

It is strange, I acknowledge, that expecting another boy did not make me grieve not having a daughter, but having a daughter who might not live past her fifth birthday makes me grieve very specifically the loss of having a daughter.  But it is so.  There is something about losing what was possible and became impossible.

So when we realized Baby was girl, then we started thinking about father-daughter dates, and tea parties, and dolls, fluffy dresses, and when we'd allow make-up (if ever!).  You know.  Those sort of things.  Because a daughter is just a different relationship from a son.  And losing a daughter would be a bit different from losing a son.  No less or more painful to be sure.  But full of sudden grief realizations we hadn't had before.

A bit of something to work through.  Don't think I'm not super excited about a daughter on the way, though.  I am.  I have picked up a few girl clothes items.  We have our name picked, and when we are alone, we call Baby by her name.  We can't wait to hold her.

A strange fact: I have started to dream lots about Baby being born, and in every dream so far, she has been a boy!  Does this mean I can't really believe she is a girl?  I don't know, but that part makes me laugh, another dream of a boy baby as if I am in some sort of gender denial!  And in some of my dreams, Baby is a healthy boy.  And in some of my dreams Baby has a PBD.  Maybe that pretty much sums it up.

Now I better go.  My son is hungry.  He needs food!  He is growing like a weed, an inch since September.

Thanks all who pray for me during this time.  I appreciate it very much.