Once upon a time, I got knocked up. By my husband, in a quasi-planned fashion. I feel like the term “knocked-up” implies a certain level of unwanted accidental-ness, so I had to throw in those qualifiers.
We shared our pregnancy with friends and family through the “Meet Baby Dub” blog. And then the due date rolled around, and Baby Dub was late. And then Baby Dub was born without a heartbeat, was resuscitated, and gave us the three best days of our lives before passing away in our arms.
So I’ve continued to share Baby Dub here. Anticipation has turned to sorrow has turned to hope and hopefully soon, anticipation yet again. We all knew Baby Dub would change the world.
And so, this blog continues. I may tell several people about this or nobody at all. But whoever reads it, I hope they find hope, inspiration, appreciation for the present. If there’s anything I want taken away from our experience, it is that life is too short to not appreciate the people in it. And maybe that parenthood is the greatest responsibility and the most precious gift in life.
So that’s two things I want you to take away from this.
I get two things.