"When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching - they are your family." - Jim Butcher
James and I knew, before we left the hospital, that we wanted to try again as soon as possible. Whether it was recommended or not, we knew deep down we wanted to be parents.
Rainbow pregnancies are scary. Scratch that- pregnancy is scary. However, with the added reality, that things can go to hell in an instant, the nine months of a rainbow pregnancy can only be described as the scariest roller coaster of your life. We have traversed 30 weeks of this journey and it has not been easy and will likely get harder.
People keep telling us how brave we are. They say they are in awe of our strength. James and I entered in to this fully understanding the challenges that might lay ahead. However, we didn't ask the permission of our family and friends. (I understand we didn't have to.) We selfishly go on this ride and dragged many friends and family along with us.
You are all with us on this scary ride of ups and downs. Without being asked, you have boarded the train, strapped on and have held on for dear life with us. When we first knew we were pregnant, I didn't want too many people to know. I feared miscarriage (read: disappointment) I didn't want people to be scared for me. We told family right off. Our family would hold us up through any outcome, but I'd couldn't ask friends to do that just yet. What I found?
When we finally announced our pregnancy, friends, from all different levels (best, close aquaintences) became family. You all signed up to come with us, with all it's ups and downs. You all stood next to us, unflinching and have continued to stand, unwavering, holding us up. All I can say is, thank you.
We have 7 more weeks of this wild ride. It's almost over. The time to celebrate and rejoice is almost here. In 7 weeks, we can all hop on the carousel. Fun, yet predictable. Minor ups and downs and rounds and rounds. With more laughter than screams.
