Weekend review: a wedding and an almost sleepover

I haven't been blogging as often as usual, and for very good reason - I feel like my head is going to explode. So many things are happening all at once, and I can't keep up.  This weekend was a mix of great and horrible, and I find myself wishing for a perfectly boring life.

Friday = great!  We went to a firefighter's wedding and had a blast.  We danced until I was ready to throw up, basically.  Tim got so sweaty that people kept asking me if he was ok.  That's a sign of a good time, right?  Plus, we got to take this gem:

The "awkward prom" pose.  Notice Tim's beard?  That's the official signal that a firefighter is on vacation.

It was also one of the guys' birthdays, so we went out after the wedding and didn't get home until a little after 2 a.m.  I can't remember the last time I did that.  I'm actually pretty sure we were in our hotel room before then on our own wedding night.

Also, HAWKS WIN HAWKS WIN HAWKS WIN!!! We may or may not have been watching the game on another guy's phone part of the night and the DJ may or may not have been giving everyone updates on the game between songs. We may or may not have all danced to the Hawks theme song. And there may or may not have been celebration shots.   Game 7 is today.  I'm a little anxious.

A weird coincidence happened when I got my hair done for the wedding.  The woman doing my hair asked if I had any kids.  I told her I had two boys, but they passed away in January.  She said she was so sorry, and that was so sad.  There were a couple minutes of silence, and then, "I had a stillborn a little over 20 years ago."

Yikes.

So we got to talking about her baby boy and my baby boys, and it was just nice to talk to someone who totally understands what I'm going through. I feel like when I share my story with people, it opens them up to share their stories with me.  There are more baby loss parents out there than people know.  It's such a taboo subject that people just don't talk about it to strangers, which is why I think so many people omit their lost babies when they are asked how many kids they have.  But I feel like I can't deny that I have sons, and if that makes things awkward... then so what.  But many times, I've found that the complete stranger I tell also has had a similar situation happen to them.

Saturday = horrible. Mom got admitted to the hospital for a fever of 105 degrees.  They had my niece for the weekend, so Tim and I headed to the hospital just down the street from us to pick her up.  I didn't want her to have to sit in the ER with my parents.

So we watched Despicable Me 2, which she adorably knows all the words to.  We made cards for my mom, and for the first time ever I talked to my niece about Conner and Ben.  I didn't know what my brother told her about them, and I was waiting for him to tell me.  He never did.  So, carefully, I said, "should we put Conner and Benjamin's names on the cards, too?"  and she said "Yes!  Benjamin looks like Uncle Tim, right? So I'll put his name by Uncle Tim's name."

So cute.

Eva painted this picture of Miranda a week ago and was so excited to see it up in our dining room

The two of us were *this* close to falling asleep (Tim was sleeping on the couch downstairs so Eva could snuggle up with  me).  The phone rang, and it was my dad coming to get Eva.  Blast.  The girls sleepover would have to wait for another day.

I pulled one of Conner and Benjamin's swaddle blankets that my mom and I bought before we even knew they were boys.  I gave it to my dad to give to her.  I figured she would want something to hold in the hospital. It's the first time (and will probably be the only time) I've ever given something of Ben and Conner's away. But I think my mom needs it more than I do right now.

Tim is back to work today after having about 5 weeks off.  I hate it.  I was getting used to having him home every night.  This totally blows. Tomorrow is baseline.  I'm having issues with my clinic, so this should be interesting to see how it goes.

GO HAWKS!