In the Beginning – Part Twelve
In case there was any doubt, I enjoy writing, not techno-geeking and I have no patience when the computer doesn’t do what I ask.
Hey BlogMaster Uncle Bill, wanna get on that? Everyone else, aren’t Aidan’s cutie cheeks worth all that white space? [Done and done. Love–Uncle Blogmaster Bill]
Update Week 8 by Me:
Before Aidan was born I was super organized and had my announcements addressed and thank-you cards stamped. I’ve realized now that the amount of people who have rallied for us in many ways has far surpassed my little pack of ten cards. I also realize that when Aidan comes home, I will be something less than organized. The updates I send my sister on Aidan are forwarded many times over. It amazes me to think how many people are pulling for Aidan and supporting Garreth, Liam, and me. These messages are sent to most of the fifty states, eastern Canada, Ireland, Great Britain, and India. So I’m starting my thank you process now.
Thank-you for your emails, cards, words of encouragement, delivered dinners, meals out on the town (I know the best place for fish+chips in Portland and the best frozen yogurt in Boston), phone cards, money, visiting in the hospital, snuggling Aidan, taking care of Liam, trashy magazines (you know, People and Us), housing, baby gifts, music, chocolate, and prayers. If you’ve ever watched an Oprah show on the kindness of strangers, it’s all true and we’re experiencing it. Our family and friends have been so generous, and many people we don’t know as well. Wonderful things have happened during this stressful time. I was kidnapped by my YaYaSisterhood sisters for a slumber party, rescued from a snowstorm by my husband and sister, serenaded by 200 fellow singers and the list goes on. Thinking about all the blessings we’ve received has made me grateful for many things, like having friends that don’t hesitate to jump in and help out even though we haven’t been in touch for awhile, being part of an amazing church community and having a rock solid marriage. Please know that each of you, even those of you so far down on the forwarding list that I don’t know you, are making a huge difference in our lives right now just by your prayers and concerns. So please consider this a huge heartfelt thank-you.
We’re finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and are hoping Aidan will be home within a month or so. (This cracks me up that the first few days in the hospital felt like a torturous eternity then all of a sudden weeks turning into months was just not a big deal.) He’s being transferred back to Maine this week and they will begin the teaching process so we know how to take care of him. It will be a very different homecoming then we expected, but joyful none the less.(Looking back I realize that I thought I was expected to be joyful. In truth, I was terrified, overwhelmed, and grieving, and feeling guilty for feeling that way, all conveniently stuffed behind a joyful facade.) We’re preparing for our lives to be different than we expected and no one really know what Aidan’s future development looks like. It looks like he’ll be coming home with an undiagnosed muscle disease.(Even that ended up being too specific. There’s no muscle disease to speak of.) He’s cute though, very cute, and you gotta love his spiky hair. I do hope that Aidan has somehow changed all of your lives for the better because you all have certainly changed ours. Thank-you!!
*This is the story of Aidan’s first few months. It starts here. My present day thoughts are in bold.