Wednesday, August 14, 2013

My Favorite Photo: 3rd Month

Dear Conrad,

I have two photos for you this time.



The first one is of you and Jeff. It was taken just before we went back to Columbia after the Thanksgiving festivities. He still loves holding you and playing with you, and as you've gotten older he's become less afraid that he's going to break you. You guys look so sweet together. I hope he continues to be a part of your life, because he's a fantastic role model.

The second one is with you and your mustache pacifier. It was a Christmas present from Aunt Ginny. It was my absolute favorite pacifier because it made you look like a tiny little gentleman. Plus, mustaches are cool.

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Something I Hope I Never Deal With

Dear Conrad,

When you're older, you're going to become more aware of what kind of evils are in the world. Someday you'll learn about Jonesboro and Columbine ... and now Newtown.

It was hard not to look away from the television while things were breaking (and a lot of it was bad information for the first few hours.) Many people cared more about the newest update than about the grieving community, which is just our nature I suppose. In the time that followed, everyone screamed at each other over whether or not we should have guns. We were mad - more mad than usual. And we should have been angry, because the deaths of 20 innocent children is something worth being angry for, but we were angry at the wrong things. Angry at our neighbors who owned guns. Angry at our neighbors who didn't own guns. That kind of anger doesn't fix anything.

We hugged our babies extra tight that night and in the nights that followed. Christmas was a little over a week away, and it felt like we had been robbed of the joy of the season. It was hard to think about your own celebrations when the television kept reminding you that there were families who would be having funerals instead of having Christmas dinner.

What bothers me most is that we will never truly know why Adam Lanza did what he did. What possessed him to go to the school and wreak such havoc on his community? Sometimes I hope that, when I die, I gain the answers to these unanswerable questions.

Other times I'm sure I don't really want to know the answers at all.

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The Holiday Hustle and Bustle

Dear Conrad,

Christmas is such a busy time, so the time between your second and third month of life is like one big blur.

Taking care of you was really difficult during this time because suddenly my back revolted against me. When I would bend over to pick you up (and especially when I bent over to put you in your cradle) I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't cry out in pain. It was awful ... like being in labor all over again, but the pain was constant instead of wave-like.

You were a such a serious newborn. The few times we had seen Ryker he was all smiles (when he wasn't crying) which made you look extra-surly, but you started giving us little grins from time to time by this point.

We gave you the unfortunate-but-hilarious nickname of "Toots McGee" around this time. You were pretty gassy to begin with, but particularly when you'd stretch you'd pass gas loudly. That'll probably clear up ... eventually.

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