Monthly Archives: January 2011

Wordless Wednesday #6: Homemade lumbar support

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bath mat + rubber band + umbrella topIn the office chair

**Updated: Doesn’t it look great on my office chair?**

<3, Crystal Theresa

Looking back, so I can face forward

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I’ve been meaning to share my plans/hopes/desires for 2011, because that’s what you do at the beginning of the year, right? I don’t it’s really so much that the advancing of a year holds special power in and of itself. I think it’s because it’s a visible marker to which we can attach change (and there’s nothing wrong with that).

But before I go ahead and put it all out there (aka creating-a-public-way-to-hold-myself-accountable), I thought I would do a recap of the last 12 months.

  • January: I’m still reeling from losing Rainbow just a few weeks after she captured my heart with that positive pregnancy test, and true to form, I think grief-brain has muddled my memory of what else happened this month.
  • February: I turn 28 and start Calvin’s Cupcakes.
  • March: We celebrate Calvin’s 1st birthday (I still haven’t shared much of it; one day, when I’m ready, I will). I join the Threads of Hope, Pieces of Joy Bible Study with Sufficient Grace Ministry and Legaci got picked up by Justin Bieber. Lots of pregnancy announcements come, including Rainbow babies and one of my sisters – and these continue, along with births, throughout the year.
  • April: After struggles with sorting things out with insurance, I finally see an RE. She makes me feel a little more confident about bringing home a living baby.
  • May: I start a new job at BabyCenter. Another one of my sisters gives birth to Kimora, at 33 weeks. I have my second mother’s day, this time missing two babies.
  • June: Louie graduates from AiCaSF and has his second Father’s Day; this year he gets cards from our families, which means so much.
  • July: Louie turns 28. I get repeated-strain injuries at work, which leads to me making a sling from an old shirt, and the workers’ compensation madness begins.
  • August: Rainbow’s due date (August 3) and the 1st anniversary of Calvin’s due date (August 4). Some of the content at work becomes tougher to deal with, and I get mini-panic attacks. My sister-in-law tells us she’s pregnant. My sister (who announced her pregnancy in March) has her 3rd baby. I’m in physical therapy for my RSI.
  • September: Work is still difficult, and I start looking for other opportunities. We have our 2nd wedding anniversary. It’s also the 2nd anniversary of Louie’s grandfather’s passing (a couple weeks before our wedding). I start losing hope about being able to conceive again.
  • October: I work on content for Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance day on the BabyCenter site and get interviewed for one of the articles. It’s the 1 year anniversary of Louie’s grandmother’s passing. Working on the content is still difficult, so I talk to my boss about possibly switching departments. I start acupuncture for my RSI. Work has its annual Halloween party, which includes trick-or-treaters, and it’s my first public gathering of kids since losing Rainbow – I’m actually okay. By the end of the month, things start to feel better at work, and I stop looking for other jobs.
  • November: It’s the 7 year anniversary of my grandmother’s passing. I try not to think about being seasonally fertile, even though both times I got pregnant was in November. The week before Thanksgiving, I find out that my contract is up at the end of the year (my actual contract is ambiguous about the date, so it was a surprise), and I start scrambling to find a job for the new year. After a longer-than-usual-LP, my period comes during Thanksgiving week.
  • December: Rainbow’s 1st angelvesary, and we are surrounded by love in our online communities. I start spotting/light bleeding, and it lasts through the end of the month – instead of getting my regular period, I start to wonder if I had an early loss. I have two job interviews during Christmas week, and am blessed to receive an offer from the company I really wanted to join. Right before New Years, I see a doctor who tells me I’ve waited long enough to see a specialist.
<3, Crystal Theresa

What dreams may come

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So apparently, January 13 is Make Your Dreams Come True Day. Didn’t you know?

The point of this day is do something – anything – that will bring you even an itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie (yellow polka dot bikini!) closer to achieving, realizing, reaching, actualizing (you choose the verb!) your goals and dreams.

So here is my list for today, chart-style to keep me accountable ;) .

dream action ✓?
have an earth baby send an email to the RE
get an MFA in writing (decided not to let it go!) email USF MFA program coordinator about application waiver code for next year (?)
open an etsy shop register an account
“officially” start my small business download the county’s sole proprietorship application

By the way, did any of you get the title of this post? One of my fave movies of all time.


What are some of your dreams? And what are you going to do to take that one step closer?


<3, Crystal Theresa

The 5th Belongs to Calvin: Where I found my Christmas spirit

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Last year, for our first Christmas without our babies, Louie and I went away. We spend it in Las Vegas as an attempt to avoid the triggers and give ourselves some respite. We were still reeling from losing Rainbow – I had stopped bleeding just a few days before we left, and the memories of how different the previous Christmas was (how we used that time to share our pregnancy with family and friends) brings to mind where the term crackpot came from.

This year, there was no running away. I didn’t have the energy to plan an escape. I was scrambling to find a job after learning that my contract was over. And as scroogey as I felt last year, this year, I was filled with even more bah humbug. Why? Because I am so acutely, cognitively aware of this emptiness that it’s almost physical. The shock of losing Calvin, despite preparing myself to bring home a special needs child; the shock of also losing Rainbow (which is a big, painful in your face to people’s try again quick fix); the shock caused by some people’s reactions to either or both of my losses… all of this has started to fade. And in it’s place, reality has started to root itself into my everyday Calvin-less and Rainbow-less living.

But then the holiday cards started to come in, all from mommies who were missing their babies.

Christmas cards above our fireplaceWith each card, I would tell Louie who it was from, how I knew her, and a little of her story. And on the day before Christmas Eve, what you see in this photo happened. And this is where I finally found my piece of Christmas spirit, frail and small as it was.

My husband helped me tack twine to the walls, and we used binder clips to hang the cards up. The one in the middle of the bottom string is our holiday card with Louie’s drawings of Calvin and Rainbow. Every card in this photo represents a family who knows the heartache of losing a baby.

But see how beautiful these cards look hanging in our living room? Each one represents a connection, a friendship, a shared bond that has grown far beyond the tragedies the brought us together. These cards represent the amazing people who have walked (or blogged or persie’d) into my life and shared our grief even as they nursed their own wounded hearts, and who continue to uphold as we walk the difficult road of life after loss – this includes those whose cards don’t hang by our wall. It’s small and simple and amazing, to find my Christmas spirit on paper stuck on some string.

How about you, reader? Did you have trouble finding the holiday spirit this past season? Did you eventually find it? How?


Dear Calvin, it feels like so long since I’ve held you in my arms, yet, I still can’t believe your 2 years is almost here. Typing it, seeing it written out… it brings me to tears. You and your sister continue to inspire me. Even when mommy is slow to move forward, to take action, know that you two are the motivation that pushes me on. I love you so much. I wish you were here, so I could hear you say ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy.’ I wish Rainbow was here cooing and babbling. Someday. Until then, Happy 22 Months in heaven, my love. Mommy and daddy are so thankful for you.

<3, Crystal Theresa

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