I'm feeling a bit under the gun. Not in a bad way. I just don't know if I can handle the responsibility of educating y'all about Job. I know. I know you don't actually expect me to do that. You just want my viewpoint, right? I'm working on it. But, first I need to read the actual Book of Job. Not the wikipedia version. I'd feel horrible analyzing some Internet version of what might be one of the most complex biblical writings.
In other news - I feel fearfully paralyzed as E's actual due date approaches. It was March 17 or 18 (my calculations predicted a St. Patrick's Day baby; my first ultrasound predicted a day later). My second child, O, was 2.5 weeks early. Thus, I feel that I could have and should have held my sweet, healthy baby girl for the first time anytime from late February until mid-March. It's just so sad.
My pregnancy with E was planned. We wanted another baby. I still do. But, I want E. While the urge to try for another baby is incredibly strong, I want to be absolutely certain that I know in every fiber of my being that the next baby will not be E. The next baby will not replace E. My grief for E will not disappear with the next baby's cries of life. God, I want my baby.
2.15.2009
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My heart so breaks for you. And I know there are just no words to say that truly help. There was a song that used to help me greatly. It hung it on fridge for a long time. It's called Fly by Celine Dion. Sometimes reading the lyrics would give me a sense of peace in my sorrow.
I'm excited you are reading Job. I've always wanted to understand that book better. I can't wait to hear your insights as you read.
I'll be praying for you. God Bless.
It's so hard... When we were thinking about having another baby after Nick and Sophie, I remember thinking "But I want them... I want our twins back." But getting pregnant again... Those feelings changed. I still wanted them back, no doubt- every second of every day- but the new baby... That baby captured my heart and soul, too. And they are different.
I think, at some point, you'll know. Sometimes it happens right away, other times years, other times never. But you'll know when/if the time is right to try again.
I'm sorry for the pain you are enduring. If I could hug you, I would. Sending lots of love your way.
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