One Day at a Time..

Picking up the pieces isn't easy. It is an inevitable process that has to start sometime. Just a week after hearing the heartbreaking news about our second baby, we find ourselves at somewhat of a standstill. It's hard to get yourself back to feeling that life is normal again. Having the hospital part behind us helps. I am sore, and constantly reminded of the physical and emotional pain, but I am ready to move forward.

Looking to the future, knowing there is hope that we wont have to experience this pain again, is promising. I am sad for those couples that have gone through more pain then we have. I can't imagine going through this experience enough times to count on two hands. But I do know that as long as there is hope, we will keep trying.

We are lucky to have such a good relationship and marriage, wonderful friends and a loving family to cling to. It really is so comforting when you are supported and loved. Eric is an amazing husband to me in times like this. He is so caring and loving, always wanting a kiss. He is stronger then I will ever be, but sensitive at the same time. I am so glad to be married to such a wonderful man.

I am anxious to be healed, to get the thumbs up from the doctor and to get life back to normal. To get to the gym, loose 10 pounds (being pregnant twice in 7 months, going through 2 surgeries and being on limited activity is anything but helpful to the figure) and to just enjoy the last months of our first year of marriage. We have plans to enjoy each other, enjoy what we have left of being newlyweds and just take one day at a time.

Hopefully one day soon we will find ourselves expecting a little Murray muffin #3, and this time, welcome the cute baby into the world and into our lives. We can't wait for that.