good

This morning I’m running like a well oiled machine, breakfast, big boy dropped off at school (with his lunch, jacket, and homework), grocery store run with no meltdowns, and the rainbow baby is peacefully napping in his crib. I’m not exaggerating when I say this is the first time since Damon died that I’ve felt like I’m on top of things.

The weather has finally turned which means this thermophile is driving with the windows down and the radio up. After a loooong month of waiting we assembled the eldest’s new basketball goal and a gaggle of little boys ping ponged between the trampoline and the driveway all day yesterday. I’m riding high on feeling good for more than a few hours in a row. It’s a new good. It’s not the care-free all is right with the world good of those whose hearts are intact. It’s a good weaved through with pain and missing, those ever-present truths, but it’s good.

And the best of the good, better than the good weather, better than a peacefully sleeping baby, better than a day of simply silliness? We go the rainbow baby’s immunocompetency blood work back. His immune system is perfect. We found out last week. It’s only just now sinking it. His immune system is perfect, PERFECT. I wish I could describe the feeling in my chest. Imagine the most relieved and excited you’ve ever been, maybe it’s a little like that.

It’s a huge relief, knowing that his body can defend itself but still find myself counting the months. It’s entirely irrational but I feel like I’m waiting for the day he reaches 20 months to believe he’s going to be ok. Last night as we played in the bath I thought “You’re nine months old. Do I only have ten months left?” I resist planning things for him. I wont buy clothes for when he’s older, bigger. He’s three months from his first birthday but I refuse to plan anything. Plans are scary, life is scary, the future is scary. What if he doesn’t make it?

But for now the littlest beckons and I plan to learn to accept this new good in my life.

Until next time…