Over the last couple of weeks Sonzee's baby brother had a massive burst with his skill acquisition. He went from being a little "behind" to right on target with just some little kinks that he will have to iron out as he continues to grow. He is 6.5 months old and he is rolling around and able to sit on his own for increasing lengths of time. He is reaching out for and exploring his toys more often and his personality is shining through. My most and least favorite part of the effects of his current gains is blended into one. Nothing has ever brought me as much joy as the relationships I have watched develop between my children. However, this week nothing hurt quite as much as watching my older kiddos run passed Sonzee after they came home and over to their brother, who was sitting up, so eager to see them with a grin wider than his little face could handle.
In one instance I was hit with so many emotions. They smothered him in kisses and hugs while picking up his hands and getting excited with him. After close to a minute of watching them interact, I said from behind the counter, "Did you say hi to Sonzee?" My oldest daughter quickly turned around and went right over to Sonzee and gave her kisses and asked about her day, but the damage was done. I was not upset or mad at my older children, these situations happen. I understand what it is like to be drawn to those toothless smiles, the sweet coos, and the reciprocity of a more typical child. Yet my heart broke for Sonzee. She had to have known. She used to be the one they ran to when they came in the door. Three years into this journey and it amazes me each time I experience something new that brings about the "old" feelings of anger, frustration, sadness, and grief over the loss of what should have been a healthy 4th child.
As this journey continues it does not get any easier, but rather the feelings just ebb and flow. Some days the weight is almost unbearable and the pain feels as fresh as it did back in 2015. Then there are times when I am unphased by our situation and "it is what it is". There is no way of knowing what each day will bring, and I wish I knew in advance because more often than not I am just holding on and barely holding on at the same time.
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