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Blargle

On Wednesday last week Tiri told me that she had a sore throat when she got home from school. Later on she denied it, but the handbook says they need to stay out of school 24 hours after they are symptom free. Kept her home on Wednesday, everything seemed to be fine Thursday so she went to school. As evening approached, she seemed to be dragging.

Friday, you could tell she was getting sick. Much as I tried, she so helpfully got into Fritz's face and by Saturday he was also sick. Yesterday, it got me.


Except this is me:


Oh well.

In Loving Memory of Jerek Alfred (Freddy)

I mentioned in a previous post that I was working on a donation in memory of Freddy. The name evolved a few times, but ended up being The Freddy Project Memorial Donation 2015.

On December 10th, Jerek and I went to Eau Claire, WI and I delivered 72 hats to two hospitals and a crisis pregnancy care clinic. 72 hats, divided by 3, equals 24 hats per place. Each place for 24 because Freddy would be 24 months.

Sacred Heart Hospital got this set:



Luther Middelfort Hospital, part of Mayo Clinic Heath System, got this set:



And Apple Pregnancy Care Clinic got this set:



72 babies will wear my hats in Freddy's place. I hope their mothers love them as much as I love Freddy.

Dads Hurt Too

Today's post is dedicated to my husband, Jerek, and to all the other dads who have had to lay a child to rest. 

There is much out there for mothers (relatively) who have lost babies. Support groups, jewelry, etc etc. The same cannot be said for dads. Most dads cry in secret, trying to hide their pain while being the rock for their partners. Men don't talk about it very much. But make no mistake, dads hurt too.



I'll share a story of my husband's. It illustrates something that should never be said to a grieving father.

After our son's funeral, some friends put on a little snack lunch. My midwife was hovering over me since I was still weak from the blood loss after Freddy's birth. My husband was moving around, talking to people. One of the folks who was attending (unmarried and childless, I might add) told him that loss did not affect fathers.

It is probably a very good thing I did not hear that first hand. I was out of tact, grace, and manners. It would have been…

In 3 Days...

You should be 2 years old. We would not be marking the occasion in any spectacular way, other than your mommy and daddy looking back on how you had changed in that amount of time. You would probably be walking and even trying to run. Talking, chasing your sister, getting into her things. I wonder if you would still be breastfeeding? Probably. Getting to the 2 year old picky eater stage? I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

But.

You are not here with us. You are sleeping in a small white box with your grandmother on a hill outside of Nelson. You're wrapped in a blanket, wearing pajamas, and the only mama-mades that I was able to put on you. I'm glad you're wearing them. It made it easier for me to let them put you up there when it was snowing. I knew you wouldn't feel it, my baby, but still I didn't want you to be cold. I cared for you for as long as I could.



Instead I sit here, writing this and hoping that someday Jehovah will resurrect you, as he promised he will. I…

Surreal

Have you ever had one of those days when you look at where you are in life and think how on earth did that happen??

Having one of those moments now.

I was rereading some of my past blog posts, mostly from 2014. I found the one I wrote when Tiri was turning three years old. I looked at the photos, thought of her, her name, her personality, and how long I've been her mother.

And I wondered HOW CAN I HAVE A KID? Well, three kids, but I was thinking of Tiri at that point.

Three kids.

Tiri:


Freddy:


Fritzy:


And of course, I have a husband too! :)


I don't know how I ended up here so fast, but I'm glad.


Randomly About Fall

Fall is coming. Officially it begins this coming Wednesday. I think I read the Little House books too much when I was a kid, because fall always gives me this urge to just... prepare. Prepare food, make warm things, just get ready to hunker down and weather winter.

I have wool hats for each of us in our "emergency preparedness kits" except for Fritz. I think I should actually have two each, because I want to get the car kit packed to have in case we have car trouble. I have one blanket ready, planning on a blanket per person, plus spare hats and mittens, etc etc. Also spare clothes for both kids in case they were to have an accident or something.

Been pattern searching because I want to make Jerek slippers. I found a few nice ones, knit and crochet. I would actually like to make a set for each of us. The floor here already feels pretty darn cold when it's chilly in the morning and it's only been down to the 40's since we moved in.

I've been thinking about foo…

STRIPES!!

I discovered a website called www.biscuitsandjam.com. It has this nifty Random Strip Generator thingy. :) I'm playing around with it tonight and I feel compelled to save some of the stripe patterns it is coming up with.

So here goes! :)


Here is the text version of the above pattern:
3 black ( O O O ), 3 red ( O O O ), 3 gold ( O O O ), 3 red ( O O O ), 3 gold ( O O O ), 3 black ( O O O ), 3 red ( O O O ), 3 gold ( O O O ), 3 red ( O O O ), 3 gold ( O O O ), 3 black ( O O O), 3 gold ( O O O ), 3 black ( O O O ), 3 red ( O O O ), 3 black ( O O O ), 3 red ( O O O ), 3 black ( O O O ), 3 gold ( O O O ), 3 red ( O O O )