It's a Sister Thing

Last night, I lay awake in bed, thinking about my sister. She had called earlier in the evening to discuss her first prenatal visit, and the conversation left my mind racing for hours.

Marian and I were pregnant with our first children together, and now, once again, we find ourselves pregnant at the same time. Eliza is only two months older than her cousin Robert, and it has been so amazing to share the experience of pregnancy, birth, and motherhood with my sister. So, when Marian announced a few weeks ago that she was pregnant again, we were thrilled.

However, at yesterday's appointment, the doctor discovered a pretty serious complication. The ultrasound showed a strong heartbeat, but also revealed a blood clot next to the placenta. Due to other health concerns/complications, this condition could be potentially fatal for the baby and it certainly puts Marian at risk as well. As my sister went over the facts of the situation, I immediately became upset and worried. Conversely, she was calm and at peace with everything.  Of course she is going to do whatever is necessary to help prevent an unfavorable outcome, but she also realizes she cannot obsess over something she cannot change. All I do is obsess over these kinds of things.

My sister is different, though, and it amazes me. When I had my first miscarriage, I called her immediately because I knew she would understand better than nearly anyone how I was feeling and what I was going through. Her miscarriage taught her so much about herself and her journey towards motherhood, and in return, she helped me immensely. She encouraged me to maintain a positive outlook and assured me I would become pregnant again. A few months and another miscarriage later, here we are, pregnant with twins.

I want to be the "strong" sister who gives the wonderful advice and has a calming presence, but I am pretty sure I will always be the little sister who constantly freaks out and worries about everything; it's who I am.  I've called her twice today, and I am sure I will call another time or two before going to bed. I'm sending positivity, love, and encouragement. Additionally, I am saying a multitude of prayers throughout the day.

Again, I am reminded that every baby is an immense blessing. I also am reminded that despite any difficulties I may have faced this pregnancy, I am incredibly blessed. Yeah, I lay in bed all day and watch Netflix and do puzzles. Life is so hard.

So, if you wouldn't mind sending loving energy and prayers my sister's way, I would greatly appreciate it.

And to end on a positive note (and to illustrate how every baby is a beautiful blessing), here is a picture of Becca's dear baby Ruby (Becca is not my sister, but I certainly love her like one).

Isn't this idea wonderful? And isn't Ruby the cutest thing ever?

Happy first birthday, Ruby!