Tomorrow Always Comes

Yesterday was long. I cried so hard my eyes hurt by the end of the day and I had some strange dreams. I dreamt I was in a church choir (which is ludicrous to begin with as my singing abilities are laughable at best) and I criticized something or other that elicited a harsh reaction. I decided to leave and never return. Later in the dream my arm was bit by an alligator. I wonder what this says about the terms God and I have been on most of this Lenten season (not just yesterday). Pregnancy dreams are totally bizarre. I haven’t prayed for everything to be okay. I know that’s a given. I just keep praying for Peace.

I took a lot of hot baths because I just couldn’t get warm. I cried and cried some more. I stared at the 3D ultrasound picture to see if I could tell by looking at our daughters face. And Ina May took a back seat on my bedside table and I read and read and read about Downs Syndrome. I know this is premature. We by no means know what’s going on with Ms. Baby Bell at this point. We really won’t know for sure for another four months when we meet her. Everything could be totally normal.

We opted out of a blood test for DS early on in my pregnancy. I felt that worrying for 9 months would be a worthless pursuit. Besides, we weren’t in a high risk category. We did opt for the ultrasound because we wanted to know the sex of the baby. I never thought this would give us uncertainty and something to worry about. If our boat takes a detour I worry about what kind of parents we’ll be. I worry about how this would impact Owen as a big brother. I worry about things that we would have no way of planning for even if we knew for sure Little Girl had DS. An amnio is off the table for us personally as it poses a slight risk of miscarriage. So we wait.

This morning I read an article called Welcome to Holland by Emily Perl Kingsley, who wrote a book Roadmap to Holland. The essay is beautiful. In the back of my mind we are still on a plane to Italy. But if we get off the plane and are surprised to find ourselves in Holland, Holland will be beautiful too.

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6 responses to “Tomorrow Always Comes

  1. danaleimbach

    Wonderful article!! It was so great to hear your voice. Enjoy the park. So wish we were there right now. Yes Mame. Holland will be beautiful too. Sending more love to You, Don, Owen and Little Bell Pepper than my heart can contain. Always, Mom

  2. Morgan,

    As I read your blog post, I began to feel the different worries you have. I know I cannot feel the exact feelings you are having, but after losing our baby I kind of understand.

    I am 100% sure that the two of you would be wonderful parents to little girl no matter what may come. You guys are wonderful with Owen and the same will show with little girl. Owen will make a wonderful big brother. Everything will work out in the end.

    ((((((((HUGS))))))))

    Jess

  3. Laura Long

    Morgan-
    You, Don, Owen and Baby Girl are in my thoughts.
    (((hugs)))

  4. timewellspent

    She is already perfect and blessed, whether she has the standard set of chromosomes or something unique.

    And Holland is really, really lovely!

  5. rvamama

    thanks, you lovely ladies you. speaking of perfect, i thought this blog entry on the word/idea was wonderful: http://www.kellehampton.com/2010/03/post-of-many-colors.html
    her photography is wonderful too. and what beautiful girls! perfect.

  6. Thanks for the blog site Morgan. Absolutely beautiful!!!

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