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An Overdue Letter to Lila…

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What a whirlwind few months we’ve had at the Milburn Manor! One of the most exciting and memorable days was, of course, Lila’s first birthday!  When we found out her birthday was 12-12-11 we knew that her first big celebration would fall on a day almost as special as she is, 12-12-12! With a few months of planning, and great help from Lila’s biggest fans, we pulled off a fun 12 Days of Christmas themed party, and even had a special guest stop by!

Every verse of the 12 Days of Christmas was represented…

Here’s 12 Drummers Drumming (favors for all the boy guests), 10 Lords a Leaping (crowns worn by the grandfathers of course!) and 4 Calling Birds (Angry Bird crackers who are trying to pick up some ladies)

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5 golden rings (Krispy Kreme donuts), 7 swans a swimming (taking a dip in the bathtub), and a super cute cake!

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We had our own turtle doves…

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And you can’t forget the Piper Piping or Maid a’ Milking…

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And the guest of honor, the Partridge in a Pear Tree!

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Of course there was singing,

But who would have guessed sweet Santa would stop by!

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It was an amazing day with so many people surrounding Lila who love her!  We couldn’t ask for anything more!

And then, just two weeks later, it was time for Lila’s second Christmas.  But when you count my still drugged-out haze after having a C-section the year before, I kind of count this as my first as a Momma.

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Definitely the most memorable gift of all, after months of teething, Lila’s first tooth popped through on Christmas day, with four more to follow on its heels.  Finally, an explanation for all the gnawing!

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Just a few days later, we had a scare with my Daddy’s heart, when he suffered a heart attack.  We were again reminded of how each day is a precious gift.  When you have a child, your parents’ love becomes even more important.  For their advice, support and most importantly friendship. Suddenly you realize how hard it was to raise another human being, so you’re that much more grateful for the people who didn’t give up on you along the way. Lila’s “Paw” may still be on the mend, but we are with him every step of the way, even in our fashion choices 🙂

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Lila is growing stronger every day!  Learning to stand, which she loves…

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still working on crawling, which she tries the most when she thinks no one is watching…

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But the biggest change of all, if it’s possible, our little girl’s personality is getting even sweeter!  I’m amazed by her each day and am so thankful to be her mother.

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I’m constantly reminded that even though you don’t get to pick the road your life follows, the best joys often come from the places you once feared.  The ones you now can’t imagine your life without…

 

Have no envy, no fear…

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When were so desperately trying to get pregnant, the only place I could cry was the shower.  Charlie had already left for work, the house was quiet except for the music I always blasted.  Over and over again, I would listen to a song by Joshua Radin called, “No Envy, No Fear,” while I sat in the floor of the shower and cried like a little girl.

(A little background music, for your reading experience)

The same way I once cried when I fell off my bike and skinned my knee.  Or the first time I remember spending the night away from my Mom.  But now, instead of physical pain or loneliness, I was crying because of the unfairness of life.  I wanted a baby so badly, and all around me it seemed like all anyone else had to do was blink their eyes and tap their shoes together three times, and there was a plus sign on a pregnancy test.  But for me, months and months had gone by and no plus sign, no baby.  I cried because it was the one thing I couldn’t control, no matter how hard I tried.  And I cried because of how guilty it made me feel.  I was full of jealousy in every ounce of my being.  I ENVIED everyone else who had one.  I FEARED the chance that I may never find mine.  I didn’t want to do either, but it was all I could do.

And then one day, a plus sign came.  All the ENVY and FEAR disappeared.  I lived nine months without it.  The absence of them both made me the person I used to be, the real me.  It was the best nine months.  The nursery I had planned in my head for two years was finally a reality.  The name I had whispered to myself for so long was on a wall in pink and black and white.  She was coming.  She had found me.

And soon after I met her, where did I go?  The floor of the shower again with the word Down Syndrome running through my head.  With the music blasting so no one would hear.  Crying so hard I could barely breathe, questioning where my picture of perfection had gone.  Scared to think what the rest of my life would be like without the image I had in my head.  I picked it up again, all that ENVY and FEAR.

In the last four months, I have shed most of it.  Little by little, day by day, I dropped it off and left it behind.  I was getting lighter, not only losing the pounds of pregnancy (thank God for breastfeeding) but the weight of the negativity that had come back to me, dragging me down.  The thoughts that would try to hide what a blessing I had.

But, days like today remind me they are still lurking in the shadows.  My two old friends, ENVY and FEAR.  They can rear their ugly heads at the strangest times.  During the moments that can make me feel the guiltiest.  During someone else’s excitement or shining moment.  Today it was a friend’s pregnancy announcement.  When I should be happy for them, instead I am envious.  Jealous of the easy and smooth road that, in my mind, lies ahead of them and the contrast to my new life.

Maybe it’s because it reminds me of those blissful 9 months.  And the day I thought would be one of the happiest of life, that turned out to be the most conflicted.  The confusion that stole those precious hours from me and fooled me into thinking it was all gone.  The sadness I feel for not taking advantage of every one of my first moments with my little girl.  The weakness that made me question her, and myself and God.

I know that the last thing I should do now is compare.  Because that is truly what brings back these two ugly step-sisters.  Comparing my experience to theirs, my situation to theirs, my baby to theirs.  I don’t want to envy them, and I don’t want to fear the reality of my life.  Sometimes, but not most of the time, I still do.  It’s hard to admit and I wish I didn’t, but I do.

And it makes me feel guilty as a mother who loves her little girl so much.  But, what I have come to realize is that maybe this is all about a flaw in me, and not one in her.  Because every single mother has to overcome their own obstacle.  And whatever the size, to them, it feels like a mountain they can’t pass.

I have a friend that, from the outside, seems to have the perfect life.  Two healthy and typically developing children.  A job she took a leap to find.  A beautiful home and loving husband.  And not too long ago, she posted on Facebook that every night for the past two years, her daughter screamed and cried and threw a tantrum. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.  I can’t imagine how she must have felt.  Pulling your hair out doesn’t begin to cover it.  A glimpse into her world was a gift to me that day. A reminder that she has her battle (in fact everyone does), and this is mine.

The road that WE must travel is full of physical therapists and delayed timelines and doctor’s appointments.  The ENVY I have now is for babies who hold their head up one day simply because they want to.  They don’t have to work for hours to build up the strength.  The FEAR that lives inside me is for the first time someone will call my child a name.

But then again, Lila started sleeping through the night at seven weeks old.  She loves to eat and to smile

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Today was a hard day, but not every one is.  Some are much better.  In fact, most are very close to perfection.

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“Have No Envy, No Fear”

Some are reaching few are there, wandering from a heros chair, some are scared to fly so high, well this is how we have to try

Have no envy and no fear, have no envy, no fear

Brother brother we all see, your hiding out so painfully, see yourself come out to play, a lovers rain will wash away

You envy and you fear, so have no envy, no fear

When your sister turns to leave, only when she’s most in need, take away the cause of pain, by showing her were all the same.

Have no envy and no fear, have no envy and no fear

And every day we try to find, we search our hearts and our minds, the place we used to call our home, can’t be found when were alone

So have no envy, no fear, have no envy and no fear