One year ago today, Ed arrived home from Arizona, however, I was not there to meet him at the airport. Instead, my mother was there. I was in the hospital as Alexander’s water broke (“membranes ruptured” is the medical term) and my 4 week, 5 day stay in the hospital (it was longer but that was post delivery) began. Yes, the kids birthday was “almost” today (at a gestation of 25 weeks, 5 days). Thankfully, it was not.
This is the first of many firsts that I am finding difficult. It’s tough because I know what’s coming and while it’s reason to celebrate; December 11 was the kid’s birthday, it was also followed closely by December 19, Alexander’s passing.