July 24, 2011

Play Ball!

Dear Carter,

Last week we said goodbye to T-Ball. This was your big brother's last year in this league, and he's thrilled to move on to baseball! Brutus even came to one of the games, but he got way too hot. Maybe he's more of a Fall sport puppy.

Mikey had a great year! He had a blast with all of his little friends on the team. His first year of T-Ball started right after you were brought home from the hospital, and his second year started right before you went to Heaven...so needless to say his life was turned upside down both times. This year he could just enjoy the game.

We're proud of the little slugger! He did a great job this year!

July 20, 2011

Independence Day

Dear Carter,
I'm a little late getting these on here, but at least I'm doing it now. Here are some pictures from our Fourth Of July weekend. This is Daddy's favorite holiday, and it holds a special place in my heart because I remember it as being one of the first important holidays we got to spend with you. Here's an awesome pic of the majority of Team Carter waiting for the parade. Mikey loves parades.....well, mostly he loves the candy

Jovie had cousin, Sam, paint her face for the occasion.

Here are the two best sister in laws a girl could ask for. Oh how I love these girls! Uncle Marty started a HUGE water fight between the adults and kids. I think that they all had a blast (and we did too!)

All of the men in charge of the arsenal
Even the beefcake had a good time!
Love your Grandmas!
Before the water fight!
Of course we took a moment to visit you and decorate for the Fourth. Those blue flowers are from our garden in the backyard!

July 17, 2011

Splashin' It Up!

Dear Carter,
I'm still trying to play a bit of catch up, but we'll eventually get there! This summer has just been plain busy! We've been a little bit off balance because Daddy has had to be out of town a bit. Instead of sitting at home, we've been doing lots of fun activities. Two weeks ago we went to a splashpad in a local town. My favorite part of this place is that it is free! Your brother and sister love it too!

I swear that your sister would live in the water if she could! She's my little fish! I'm signing them both up for swimming lessons very soon, and they can't wait!

We met some of our favorite friends, The Travis', there for a picnic. It was so nice to be in the bright sunshine in this very unpredictable weather.

I'm making a lot of progress on your project, and am hoping to make an "official" announcement later this week. I'll give you a little hint....it is going to be awesome! I'm going to need a bit of help from all of the special needs families out there, but I'm sure that when they find out what this is for they won't mind a bit! I hope that you know how much I love and miss you!

July 13, 2011

Off We Go

Dear Carter,

Today we are off to the zoo. It's been a year since we've been there so your brother and sister are pretty excited about the adventure. We are going with Grandma Sherie, and later this afternoon we are meeting one of her friends for an early dinner. Hopefully your brother and sister will behave!

Things have been going OK lately. I somehow managed to get myself on the PTA board for next year as the Health and Safety Commissioner, and since I've NEVER done ANYTHING like this before I've been trying to get all of my ducks in a row (so to speak). I've never pictured myself as the PTA type, but am looking forward to the challenges. I'm hoping that I can do an excellent job for these kids. I really do love the school.

I've also been working on your project. I'm still stumped as to what to call it, but am hopeful that God will show me the proper name in the next few days. Come on God! I need a little inspiration here!

Otherwise we just Keep On Keepin' On around here. I miss you like crazy little guy!

July 10, 2011

I'm Here

Dear Carter,

It's been another crazy busy week, and once again your blog got a little neglected. I feel OK with it though since most of my creative energy has been focused on a new project I am starting for you (more info on that to come!). I haven't made much headway on it, but I've been in the brainstorming phase. I'm pretty excited about it!

Things have been going well the last few days. I did go through your things this weekend and decided that it was time to give some of your gear to kids who could use it. I obviously kept the things that were your favorites, or were important to me, but I felt as though it was time for the other things which you never really used to move to a new home. I hope that the children who receive them really enjoy them. It made me sad to look through your clothes and I found myself trying to smell a few of my favorites in hopes that I would catch your scent. Of course it had faded. I honestly felt as though you were with me through the whole process, so thank you for comforting me baby boy. I was THRILLED to find your handprint and footprint...I wasn't sure exactly where that was because I had kind of put everything into totes.

I wanted to thank all of our readers for the positive feedback I received from my post about What It's Really Like. I'm so glad that I decided to actually hit the publish button on that one, because there were times when I felt that it might have been too honest. Thank you for your very kind comments and support. I'm hoping that it may be able to help somebody.

I'll be updating again very soon with pictures from our holiday.

July 4, 2011


Dear Carter,

OK, I have to admit that I've been pouting for the last couple of weeks. I know that you're probably wanting to kick me in the butt right now, but I just can't seem to shake it.

I'm actually a bit ashamed to say what I'm pouting about, but it REALLY has affected me. I think about it all the time, and I feel like I'm actually grieving over it a little bit too.

So here it goes...I'm pouting over the bird eggs.

Here's the thing, I didn't get mad at God when he took you from me. I didn't pout about it. I didn't ask why (although those thoughts definitely do enter my mind at times), and I didn't pout about it.

But the bird eggs? The bird eggs. I am definitely doing all of these things over the bird eggs.

I just don't understand what the whole point of it was. We obviously misinterpreted why these birds layed eggs in our driveway, and I'm just really disappointed. I seriously feel like it was all just one huge kick in the gut.

So there you go baby boy. I'm pouting over the bird eggs, but I'm trying my hardest to just get over it and move on.

Because really, they are just bird eggs.

July 1, 2011

What It's Really Like

Have you ever tried to imagine what it's like to lose a child? I can't even count how many times people have told me "I can't even imagine". Of course you can't....why would you want to?

I'll admit it and say that I tried to imagine it A LOT after Carter was born. When you have a medically fragile child, you have to go there. You know that someday it probably will happen and you feel absolutely terrible thinking about it, but you feel like you have to prepare yourself. The ugly truth is that it is NOTHING like what you would imagine.

It's a lot worse.

After Carter was born, Michael's aunt sent us an essay by Emily Perl Kingsley titled "Welcome To Holland". If you aren't familiar with this essay, then you probably don't have a special needs child. You can take a peek at it here: Welcome To Holland.

Basically she talks about how becoming a special needs parent is a lot like planning a trip to beautiful Italy, but when you step off of the plane you realize that you've somehow landed in Holland. At first you're disappointed and uncomfortable in Holland, but as time goes on you learn to love it. These words are so true! Oh how I loved Holland, and I wish to go back there right now!

At the point when my sweet baby Carter took his last breath, I feel like we boarded a plane out of Holland and landed in an unknown area. It's not even fair to give this land a country's name because for the most part it is just plain ugly. The problem with this land is that once you are here, you can never EVER leave. Your passport has been revoked, and you just have to try your best to make a new life in this barren country. A country that NOBODY wants to live in. There is no way that I will ever learn to love it like I did in Holland, but I am sure trying my best to make it a little more beautiful in as many ways as I can.

Child loss is something that just isn't talked about much, and you can't even realize that there is this whole HUGE world of people living here until you're right here with them. It's true that this life after losing a child is different for everyone, but I've felt compelled to share with you what it's really like to live in my world. I'm not doing this to gain any pity, or to make people feel sad when they read it. I'm doing this so that people might have a clearer idea of what it's like to go through something like this...to maybe have a better understanding of how to help a friend who is just starting this journey...or to better prepare a parent who knows that one day they will have to live here too. I have been blessed that almost all of our family and friends have been absolutely wonderful and supportive through our journey so far. We are eternally grateful to them.

First, let me tell you about the ugly parts (there are beautiful parts, and I'll get to those). This is the world where every single moment of every single day I feel as though I literally have a piece of myself missing. It's still amazing to me how missing my baby brings so much pain. It's not just emotional as you would expect, but physical pain as well. I'll go about enjoying my day, and for a few moments I'll forget that I actually live here. That this is my new life.

Then suddenly BAM!

It feels as though somebody has just kicked me in the stomach. I feel the wind leave my lungs, and it literally hurts to even take the next breath because it is another breath I take without my sweet baby in my arms. As bad as these moments sound, I need them. As much as I dread them, I know that the pain is only there because I love him so much. Once they are over, I feel like I can go back to living again. Almost like the breakdowns are a cleansing of sorts.

I always ALWAYS feel as though I am on one giant roller coaster. There are days when I feel like Carter is really close to me. Like things are going to be OK. Like I can actually learn to at least like this land I live in. I always know that the next descent is coming up. I am expecting the deep dark cloud of grief to catch up with me at any moment, and it always does at moments that I don't expect.

I treasure each and every moment that I have with my living family. Mikey and Jovie take away some of the hurt, so when they are at school I feel the empty hole even more strongly. Each reunion with them feels like a great joyous occasion. I appreciate the little things, and I feel sad that it took losing my son to be able to do that. I get annoyed when people complain to me about how their baby kept them up all night, or how their baby never wants to be put down because I long for those moments with Carter.

Everybody who lives here has a different trigger. For most it is babies who resemble their own lost ones. I no longer feel any type of jealousy toward people who have these babies. I feel a tinge of sadness when I am around one, but I can not bring myself to hold or take care of a baby who resembles Carter. I don't think I ever will. So a word of advice to all of you out there who have friends who may be living in this land...It is OK for a baby loss parent to hold your baby if they ask to. Don't ever ask if they will...ask them if they want to. Give them the option to say no. For some of us it feels like cheating, and it's way too hard to be put on the spot like that.

I want people to mention Carter. Not so much his death, but I definitely want to talk about his life. People often think that if they mention him, it will only make us sad. I want to talk about him. He was my son. I am proud of him. I want him to be remembered. I need to remember that he lived. I feel ecstatic when people leave something on his grave, or when they do something in memory of him. This way I know that he has not been forgotten, and that he really did impact this world.

As time goes on, I begin to panic when the memories of him start to fade. I try so SO hard to remember every single tiny insignificant detail about him, and when I start to forget I find myself in a panic. When I can't recall exactly what his skin felt like, or what he smelled like. I had a moment the other day when I realized that I have a patch of his hair packed away among his things and was thrilled that I got to touch it again. Mostly I miss the way his skin felt, or the way his breath smelled.

There are certain days when this land feels simply unbearable. Mostly on dates like his birthday, or the day he went to Heaven. On these days I feel as though nobody should expect much from me...these are the days when I need to feel the reality. I need to push through it to get to the other side. I don't want people calling me and asking me for favors on this day, these are days that are sacred to our family.

Even amongst all of these bad things, there are a lot of things that really are beautiful about living here.

Of course the most beautiful thing is that I now know without a doubt that my baby is completely healed and will never feel pain again. I mean, how can you top anything like that? He is surrounded by many people who love him, and I know that he can still feel the love that we have for him down here.

Carter's death has also given me a much stronger relationship with God. I have a deeper understanding that this life is only a very small part of the big picture. I take so much comfort in knowing that I will be with Carter for much MUCH longer than I will be without him.

I now feel completely different than I did before about many things. I no longer fear death. Of course I don't want to be reckless, but when people mention that they are scared of flying because they might crash, I no longer comprehend that kind of fear. I treasure each and every day of this life because it is a gift of God, but I no longer fear the moment that He decides to take me from this Earth.

Carter's life and death also introduced me to many many wonderful people who I would have never met without him, and has strengthened the bonds between our friends and family. Without them, I don't know if I could live in this world. Seeing how Carter can still make a strong impact on their lives is one of the best things about living here.

It makes it OK.
Most of the time.