I'm feeling better today. That's the first time I am actually able to say that in over a week. I took the boys to the playground this morning and we had a picnic. It felt so good to get out of the house.
This afternoon Evan had his 9 month well visit. Evan is a peanut, a string bean, lean & mean, tall & skinny. He is just the happiest and most content baby(as long as mama is around). My little boy has grown 2 inches in three months putting him in the 42nd percentile for height. And in true form of being lean and mean, he only gained 1 pound 2 ounces putting him in the 0 percentile. Needless to say there is a weight check in our future.
The doctor, who is one of Christopher's favorite people, wasn't concerned about the hives that broke out all over his body on Saturday(relief) and thinks it was just viral.
I used to call my mom after every doctor's appointment or well visit with Christopher. She always wanted to know what was going on with her grandson, how he was growing... Mom lived far away but she tried to be connected to what was going on. I thought about her as we left today and felt empty. I didn't have anyone to call at five o'clock in the evening. What a lonely feeling, but mourning is lonely. No one else feels the way I feel or is grieving in the exact way I am grieving. I am lonely in that aspect but also find comfort in it because I'm thankful for having a mom that wanted to be so involved with my family. She invested the time into knowing her grandson and reaped the rewards when Christopher picked up the phone and talked to her for a few minutes. I know how proud she would be of him today and I can just see her smiling down on both of my boys.
Just like the time my mom invested to reap the rewards, Christopher and I planted seeds for my mom and we hope to watch them grow into flowers.
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