The baby new to earth and sky.

Last year on the Thursday before Memorial Day weekend, I started bleeding at work. I was, of course, wearing a white skirt.

We did not know who our baby was going to be, had not felt him move, had not told very many people that we were expecting. It was scary, made even more so by the fact that we had very few people to talk to about it. Mike met me at the doctor, where they told me the baby was measuring smaller than what we had calculated. That did not seem like a good sign. Later that afternoon, I was able to get a glimpse of the little one. As the sound of his heartbeat filled the room, I closed my eyes in relief, then opened them again to watch him curled up so tight. I spent the rest of the weekend on the couch or on a chair at the pool. I am sure that people thought I was the laziest lady in the neighborhood, barely getting out of my chair, Mike waiting on me hand and foot. The bleeding got pretty scary, but it did stop eventually. Though I did not enjoy being pregnant, it was fairly smooth sailing once that was over, no real complications to speak of.

One year later, the boys at school have their buzz cuts. I can count the remaining days of school on one hand. And we are headed to the pool again. The pain and fear of this time last year have not been far from my mind over the past few days. To say that things are different this year would be a bit of an understatement. We have quite a load of stuff to haul over to the pool. Last year, once the news spread, people focused on telling us, repeatedly, about the differences we would be facing, but things are the same, too: spending time together as a family, spending time with our friends. Plus one blue-eyed boy who is generating quite a bit of excitement.

Atticus in May 2011

Boys at the pool

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