Friday, December 3, 2010

For my next baby...

Let me start with saying no I am not pregnant again. I am however starting to try to conceive my next baby. In November we officially started to get pregnant. Now let me warn you that with this blog I will probably make references to my girly bodily functions as well as all the emotional crap I'm going to have to deal with.

I felt it neccesary to start a new blog for my next child. I would like for each to have their own "journal" about the journey I had while pregnant with them. I had created one for Brinley which can be read HERE. Even though she will never get to read that blog I enjoyed sharing her pregnancy with my family and friends and had hoped to have a momento for her when she was older. So with that I continue.....

With no luck for the month of November since I have currently started my second period since giving birth to Brinley we will try again this month. The scary thing is if I get pregnant this month I will be pregnant during the same time of year I was with Brinley. So I'm sure a lot of it will feel very Déjà vu-ish for me. I would also run the chance of having this baby on the same day as Brinley. Wouldn't that be something?

As for how I came up with the title...the next baby would be considered my Rainbow baby, definition below.

Rainbow babies: In some circles, babies born to families after the loss of a child are referred to as "Rainbow Babies." The idea is that the baby is like a rainbow after a storm. "Rainbow Babies" is the understanding that the beauty of a rainbow does not negate the ravages of the storm. When a rainbow appears, it doesn't mean the storm never happened or that the family is not still dealing with its aftermath. What it means is that something beautiful and full of light has appeared in the midst of the darkness and clouds. Storm clouds may still hover but the rainbow provides a counterbalance of color, energy and hope.

So I started doing a search for the term rainbow and found a poem. The poem is about the Kingfisher bird but I think it fits with my situation perfectly and I love it.

The Kingfisher by William Henry Davies
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
That’s green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.

Welcome to my rainbow baby blog!


Jaime said...

I wish you luck and lots of sticky baby dust! ;)