A New Day Has Come

November 27th, 2009

It was already almost 4:00 when the phone rang that Friday afternoon. I was busy trying to get Calla ready for her dance class. It was a dark and cloudy day and that suited my mood just fine. I was resigned to the fact that I would have to wait until at least Monday before they told me about the baby I carried. I was trying to stay busy but the fear just kept creeping in.

When the phone rang I assumed that it would be someone else but I immediately recognized the number and my heart literally skipped a beat. The butterflies were instantly felt in my stomach and for a moment I was almost too afraid to answer. "Hello." "Hi, Is this Kristen?" "Yes" "Kristen, I'm calling with good news!"

The butterflies were gone but then the tears started. Poor Calla and Maya started to panic when they saw mommy crying. I kept telling them that I was crying because it was good news but they didn't quite understand. The phone call was relatively short. I was told that the baby did not have SMA several times because I kept saying, "Really?" I could hardly believe it. And then, just before I said good bye I asked if she knew the gender. She replied in the affirmative and asked me if I wanted to know. So, within a few minutes I was explaining to Calla and Maya that they would have another baby sister and she did not have the same disease as Georgia.

This was followed by a phone call to Mike (still at work) and then my parents. We were then off to dance. Ken Blue was out fiddling with all of the Christmas lights and decorations but I almost drove off the road when I saw the twinkling stars lit up. They hadn't been lit since Georgia's funeral. For those of you that don't know the Blues kept their star lights lit every night that Georgia was alive, well into spring. I know that I was not the only person that ended up staring at them, reminded of the compassion and hope that lives even in the face of tragedy.

November 27th was a new day. A year later it is now a happy anniversary for me. One that I look forward to right before throwing myself into holiday preparations. It's funny, I've never been a huge Celine Dion, but the lyrics in one of her songs always reminds me about learning that I would be a mother to one more child.

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun
A new day has...come

Where it was dark now there's light
Where there was pain now there's joy
Where there was weakness, I found my strength

A new day has come

Don't get me wrong. I still miss my Georgie every day. She would be almost 26 months old now. I'd love to be Christmas shopping for her. I'd love see her playing in all of the snow. I'd love to be taking her to Tiny Tots and singing songs with her. I'd love to see her in a Christmas dress, in a sled, in skates, in a snowsuit... but a new day has come and I am so grateful.

Love to you all,

Kristen