This blog is just about my life and mostly revolves around my son, Jamie. This blog is a combination of everything, whether it may be a new recipe I tried, a good freebie I found, something funny Jamie said, or feelings I'm having about life in general. There's little rhyme or reason. I'll never win any blogging awards, but I enjoy writing about our lives and I mostly do it for my son. It's so easy to forget moments over the years. I've got all these little tidbits of our life in print and I hope that someday Jamie can enjoy them.

I called this blog Mother of Life, Mother of Loss because of my issues with pregnancy loss and the joy of finally bringing this wonderful person into the world. Truly, I feel the pains of loss, but you won't see too much of that here. I am blessed and I am, above all else, a mother of life.

After all the years of infertility and loss, Matthew and I were blessed with a surprise pregnancy. We were pregnant with twins, but unfortunately, Baby A could not stay with us. Baby B grew into a healthy and happy baby girl that we named Bella Marie. We are so blessed to have two beautiful children.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Jamie's First Heartbreak

Yesterday we went out to visit a friend. We had to stop at a gas station first. The lady at the pump next to us had an adorable little girl who looked about 3 years old in the backseat. Jamie saw her and exclaimed, "Oh Mommy, look at the pretty baby!" I smiled and took a look. She was adorable. I started to shut the van door to go pump and Jamie started yelling, "No, no." So I left it opened while I pumped so the two could see eachother.
Jamie yelled, "Mommy, Mommy!!"
"What Jamie?"
"Look at her hair!" She had almost white hair that was just a pure mass of curls. It was really pretty.
"Mommy, Mommy!!!"
"What Jamie?"
"Look she's smiling!"
"Mommy, look, she has a book!!"
I am almost finished pumping at this point and the lady next to us has finished. She gets in her car and begins driving away. Bless Jamie's little heart, he begins to yell, "No, no. Mommy she's gone, she's gone." Poor little thing. He just kept on mumbling for the first little bit of the drive away, "She's gone."

I wish I had talked to her mother. Maybe we could have set up a play date. Luckily, he seems to have gotten over her quickly.

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