2 boys and 2 girls

We never learned the gender for our children prior to their birth. With Sonzee being the 4th Sam had actually wanted to know, but because for the previous 3 he didn't want us to find out, I decided we should stick with our pattern. We already had a girl, then a boy, and then a girl, in my mind of course baby #4 would be a boy. How could it not be? Me an (at the time) very much type A person, there would be no doubt, no question, we would have 2 boys and 2 girls. The perfect family. Afterall, we were evening out the odd number of children, so there wasn't a way we could have an odd number of girls to an odd number of a boy. 3 weeks prior to baby #4's arrival I had a panic attack. We have a boy's room and a girl's room, BUT, what. if. baby. #4. is. a. girl? How would that work? You can't have 3 girls in one room. It didn't make sense. And then....Sonzee was born. A "healthy baby girl" as Sam would write on our social media announcement. I cringed. I asked him why on earth he'd write that. Was he challenging Hashem?? 4 (very long) weeks later, we would learn she had epilepsy, so I guess he was. Within 2 months my perfect image of what our perfect family was going to be, was no longer (but hey, she did have blue eyes so there was always that). 

This year for Passover we traveled to Florida. We took a day trip to Key Largo today to go on Jet skis. Our initial plan was 3 jetskis, Sam with our oldest boy, the 2 girls together, and me with our youngest. Then (as most of my planning goes these day) Hashem said, nah, let's do 2 jetskis, all 6 people can fit on 3, so we will do one for the boys and one for the girls. And so we did. Almost 2 hours into our ride and on the return after so much laughter, speed, and smiles we were idling under a bridge and a nearby boat (aptly named: "This is the Way") and a person on the boat waved to me and as I waved back my inner dialogue took over. 

"Oh wow, 2 jetskis, one that has the boys with the father and one with the girls with the mother, that's even, that's perfect, what a perfect family, 2 and 2"

"But no, there is another, she just isn't on the jetski's, because she is dead, and even if she were alive, she wouldn't be on the jetskis, in fact, would we even be on this trip? What would we have done? What would we have done for the last 5 years? Not all of these #lifeexperiences" 

The heavy hit of grief smacking me in the face, almost cringeworthy to say it was similar to the wind and saltwater doing that simultaneously. Ironic I was on a jetski in an ocean with waves when the grief hit. Another memory a video about grief related to waves. Eventually the grief settles, similar to the waves, but you really don't know when, or how high the waves will be. You know after 5+ years there will be more waves, but you also know they aren't as insurmountable as they once felt, there is a break between them where you can actually breathe, and you can actually see the beauty that is all around you. You know, or rather I'd say you can acknowledge that even though you are no longer whole, you are no longer that unit of perfection that wasn't but was, you still have the perfect family; 2 living boys and 2 living girls, and from the view of others, and in reality, it is actually perfect, but it's always going to be missing the 3rd jetski. 

Five years

Dear Sonzee, 

It officially happened. You have been absent from our physical presence for more than 5 years. I still cannot wrap my head around this. It seems impossible, yet at the same time it makes perfect sense. After all, so much has happened since you left us. There is truth to the whole concept of life stands still after your child dies, but it seems to only affect the parents, because for everyone else, life just continues. There was a definite divide of life before your death and life since. Life since seems to go by at the speed of light but yet in a slow motion form. It really doesn't make sense when I try to assign the motion words. Maybe if you could imagine the blurred images of a slow motion movie but the background is going a million miles a minute with streaks of light. 

Somehow we ended up 5 years post your death. I just cannot comprehend it. I thought I had this whole grief thing figured out somewhere between year 3-4, but Mrs. Penny reassured me after my last mini break down that that won't even come into the discussion until maybe year 8. Life wiithout you has certainly changed, but it is not any easier. I have just managed to figure out how (althought sometimes I doubt it) to wake up every day and plaster a happy smile across my face and act like I am just the jolliest human around. I probably fool 90% of the people I come in contact with that my life is perfect. That I am lucky, because I have 2 boys and 2 girls. That we are fortunate because we can afford to have our kids in all of these extracurricular activities. That aba and I have this perfect marriage that didn't almost fall apart because of having a child with complex needs who physically up and left us. That we get to travel and take amazing family pictures. But, anyone who actually knows us knows that all of these statements couldn't be further from the truth, but 5 years post your death and we have a certain rhythm that makes us look like "we've got this" (we don't).

Year 5 brought less people (thankfully) sending the once a year text saying they were thinking about me. In fact, the same people who reached out to me today reach out to me constantly through the year. It makes me feel less angry to be honest. Morah Zupnick texted me, "Sending you lots of love and protection from the stupid idiots who are going to text you when they haven't in a year". Maybe year 5 finally has weeded those people out. The ones who I know mean well, but yet frustrate me because why only think about me today? Why not realize I am feeling the same horrific pain and loss during every. other. single, day. of. the. damn. year????? Today is just an in our face reminder of the obvious fact that you are physically missing from our lives. Whether today happened or not we would still feel your absence, and we do. A LOT. The same will hold true for Thursday when we have to do this dreaded day again for the 8 of Shvat, but even worse because people will undoubtedly send me birthday wishes as well for my hebrew birthday (as if that's what I want to think about on that day!!!??). I can't say these thoughts directly to people, but hopefully they read this and feel less insulted at my stance? Hopefully they can appreciate the mixture of emotions that I struggle with on the daily. The ones where I put my feelings aside to make others feel less awkward or better about their wishful attempts of being sincere. I know, it's both an issme and a personal problem, but I am working on it.

This whole year 5 of your absence has finished out with a lot of change that I am not ready to share just yet, but it added a nice extra knife twist to your absence. It no doubt came from you, but it isn't 100% easy for me to accept just yet, but like all else, in time it will be. 

I hope you like all of your new rocks and the new setup of your stepping stones. Hard to even fathom that next week you will be turning ten. I am working on your present currently and I hope you like all of the changes and organizing I have done with your space. You are so very missed baby girl. I know you visited Nurse paige, and if you are ever so inclined, I'd love to have a glimpse of your new life. Or you could just let me know a little about it, like who your friends are, any drama you have experienced, the milestones you have achieved. I would take whatever it is you could share with me. 

But until then and until next time. 

I love you baby girl!

Love always, 

Ema