5 years ago life changed. On April 13, 2010 my Dad was killed instantly in a head on collision. It’s been 5 years, but I can still tell you every detail of that day (I even remember what I had for breakfast and lunch…but don’t ask me what I ate last week.) and I still remember that horrible conversation with two detectives as they confirmed our worst fears. The reason my Dad hadn’t shown up to meet me at the library and lunch was because he had died hours before. I talked to him less than an hour before the crash- we were supposed to meet at the library and have lunch, like we did every Tuesday with (at the time) my two youngest kids who were 5 and 2. Our worry about where he could be was quickly replaced with sorrow as we learned what had happened that morning. The rest of that year is nothing but a blur, I can’t tell you much of what happened; except for the fact that the losses didn’t end there; in June, I lost another friend, in August, my Husband’s boss and wife were killed in a motorcycle accident and in December a friend passed away in her sleep at the young age of 38. It was a horrible year.
Each year after that, April was a month I wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out of. Because 3 days before my Dad died, was his birthday (April 10).
And then in the summer of 2013 as we came home from a camping trip and were getting all 3 kids ready for school in a few weeks (my youngest was going to start Kindergarten and I was going to take my CPT exam and start training clients while kids were at school), we got a huge surprise and found out I was pregnant. That pregnancy was anything but normal. To make a long story very short after 4 home tests, I went to my OB who confirmed the pregnancy with a urine test and scheduled an ultrasound the following week. At that ultrasound, there was nothing there but an empty amniotic sac. I chose to let my body miscarry on it’s own instead of having a D&C and a few weeks later I believed I had miscarried (bleeding and cramping for about a week) and thought it was over. I went in a few weeks after that to make sure the miscarriage was complete only to find out I never miscarried and was almost 12 weeks pregnant. And my due date: April 2014
My csection was scheduled for April 15, but Emma had different plans and was born April 8, 2014. A reason to celebrate in April instead of dreading it. Next week we celebrate Emma’s 1st birthday and also remember my Dad on the 5 year anniversary of his passing. I miss him more than words can express, but I’m so thankful for a reason to smile again.
So, let’s do this April. I’m ready to make this a fantastic month.