We celebrated Charlie’s birthday this weekend and spent the long weekend at Breaks Interstate Park (number twenty four if you are counting). The park is located on the border of Virginia and Kentucky along a break in the mountains. The weather and scenery were a spectacular setting for the big second birthday.
Charlie enjoyed the weekend spent mostly outside. We participated in many activities and adventures which kept us entertained and laughing. Over the course of the weekend, I let go of the sadness that was tainting an otherwise joyous occasion.
It’s true, two is not the end of the preemie journey for us as promised. So what? I’ll chalk it up as another thing that didn’t play out for us and move on. It doesn’t matter anymore.
On the car ride back from the park, I kept thinking about Memorial Day two years ago.
I remember how the OB/GYN pulled a chair up to my bedside.
I noticed during my ten day stay on the high risk perinatal unit his body language told me everything before he spoke. If there was no news, he fluttered around my hospital room, fidgeted with the lid on his coffee, and glanced occasionally out the window. If it was bad news, he slid a chair up to my bedside to deliver it.
After he was seated in the chair on Memorial Day, he gently explained he was no longer comfortable continuing my pregnancy.
A couple hours later, the perinatologist entered my room and told me that I would not deliver that day.
Charlie was born via emergency c-section at 10:29 AM the next morning. A twenty six weeker by ten hours.
A few of the pictures from our weekend.