Camden's first funeral

I have to share how impressed I have been today with Camden and his first funeral visitation. We've talked lots about death and Heaven, because that's where Grace is. So we decided to let him lead with what he was comfortable with at the viewing. He decided he wanted to see her. Afterwards he came and asked if I wanted to. I said no thanks. Does she look different? (Grace did). He said no. I reminded him it was just her body and her soul was in Heaven with Grace. He said he knew and that God gave her a new body. He did think it was odd she still had her glasses on. 

Afterwards we went to dinner and then headed to the hotel. As we were driving he asked me if it hurt to pull skin off. I though maybe be had a scab or something. I said little pieces of dead skin didn't hurt. I wasn't sure what he meant. So he changed the subject and we talked some about whether she would stay there tonight and tomorrow. I explained we would bury her tomorrow and of course then he wanted to know why we bury people. I told him i wasn't sure. I thought there were different reasons different people did it and I didn't know  for sure. and then he said he hoped it didn't hurt grandma. I was confused by now. I asked him if she had a sore on her. He said no. I was very confused. He asked if she still had her bones. Yes. Did she still have her blood? No. She must have a hole in her. What???? "I hope it didn't hurt when her soul left her body to go to Heaven". Oh! That's what all the tearing skin meant. I told him no.She didn't feel it.  What an amazing thought to have!! Then he asked if you need wings to get to Heaven. I told him I didn't think so. That I think Angels come and carry you to heaven and you get your wings when you get your new body. "That sounds cool!"

Such a smart, curious, sweet boy. Love him so much! 

Happy Heavenly Birthday Angel Grace

9 years ago today I officially started my most difficult, most rewarding, and most loved job ever. Motherhood.  Grace came into our lives after a week long stay at the hospital, 3 weeks early, at 7 pounds 11 ounces. She had the biggest cheeks anyone has ever seen!  She was perfect. All we had hoped and dreamed for.  I was broken into motherhood quickly as she was a colicky baby and Keven worked over nights. The next 2 years, 5 months and 2 weeks were the most wonderful, most difficult, most loved filled and most heartbreaking years ever. In between doctor appointments, therapies, medical trials, hospital stays and FSMA/MDA events she smiled, laughed, traveled the US and Graced the lives of everyone she met. 

From before we met her I knew I wanted to be a mom. And a mom several times over. 3 or 4 sounded perfect in my mind. Never dreamt making that dream come true would be such a long, bumpy, winding road. So after SMA we knew personally we had to try other routes. We were blessed through IVF with Camden. When we knew it was time again we decided adoption. We spent 2 years, and said YES to 10 different children. Time to try something different.  On to egg donor.  We had a successful transfer Fall 2012, only to miscarry at 6 weeks.  Winter 2013, failed transfer attempt number 2.

So here I am, 9 years to the day of starting this, my favorite job. Blessed to be mom to 2 of the most wonderful, beautiful children on Heaven and Earth. I am so thankful that Grace ushered me into this position. I am so happy to still be in this position, even though it's a bit empty without her here.  And although I never would have or could have imagined the last 9 years they way they were, and that motherhood would be such a wonderful and painful adventure, I wouldn't trade March 3, 2004 for ANYTHING! I love you Grace Dyan Coggin from now until forever. Happy 9th Birthday!                      

The more he grows...the more I miss her...

        I don't even know if that's possible. To miss her more. Hard to think it.  But it sure feels like it. As he gets older I miss her more and more.
         I miss that she didn't get to do all the things he's getting to do. I know she wouldn't have been able to do the exact same things, but her own versions of them.  She didn't get to go to school. Didn't get to play sports.  Go to Disney World. Go to Morgan's Wonderland. Pick out cool new furniture and wall hangings for her room.  She didn't get to meet all our new friends and her little cousins. I miss that I'm not learning how to do little girl's hair or buy her pretty Christmas dresses. Although if she were like me she probably wouldn't want to wear them anyways.
         I miss that when he's riding his bike she's not chasing him in her power chair. I miss that when he's playing baseball she's not cheering him on.  And that he doesn't get to cheer her on at what she chose to do.  At the park there is no sibling to run around and play with. There's nobody to tease and torment him like I did my little brother. No sister to have friends that he can have crushes on. She can't read him a bedtime story and help tuck him in. I know she wouldn't have wanted to do that every night, but I think they would have been close.  I wonder if he ever thinks of things like that. About the sister that isn't there...
        I miss that I teach students and am surrounded by those the same age as her and she should be in 3rd grade. First year of STAAR testing.  She was easy going, she probably wouldn't even care or worry about it. Which is the way I would want it. (Camden's a little more tightly wound, so it will probably be a different story). She should be coming to school with us. Enjoying class, friends, field trips and birthday parties.  We should be doing homework, science projects and performances.
        No, I don't really think I can miss her more than I already do. And I am thankful for the time with her. And thankful to have her dad and her brother. But sometimes that hole in my heart, that will never heal, feels so much bigger. Like it'll just swallow up my whole heart. That it hurts to breathe. And I miss her more...