Easter Weekend…Have a Good One!

 

Photo copyright of Number 9 Photography

IĀ  Photo copyright of Number 9 Photography

Easter weekend is finally here, and I’m pretty excited to see this little guy crack his first Easter eggs (cascarones)…and run around and such. I didn’t realize how much I missed the real excitement of Easter until I became a mom. Now, I understand how fun it was for my mom to dress us up, build Easter baskets, take bunny photos and dye eggs.

I took this photo last year right before Antonio’s first birthday, so this year will be the first Easter where he understands the holiday. I’ve got a shopping bag full of Easter basket bits to put together. We’ll be coloring the rest of the eggs tonight, and on Sunday, we’ll be visiting my sister for her Easter sacraments ceremony. I’ll say that Antonio has a full Easter experience ahead of him. Happy Easter, everyone…here’s hoping there’s a chocolate bunny in your future!

Finding time with the second pregnancy

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When I first started the idea of a baby blog, it was during a 4am feeding, and Antonio was just 3 months old.

I would learn things about other moms and newborns through blogs mostly on my iPad while Antonio slept in my arms. Things were nice and calm…and easy.

Here we are almost two years later planning Antonio’s second birthday, and I’m 19 weeks pregnant with our second child. Time has flown by, but mostly it’s that quiet time that’s gone away.

I don’t have a pregnancy book that I fill in every week with my thoughts and cravings. I’m not taking monthly bump snapshots, and I have yet to make it to the maternity store.

I feel like this second baby is already falling victim to his/her birth order. Antonio is becoming a little boy just as this new person is becoming our next baby. I wish I had more time to prepare and plan, but that’s just not in the cards.

With first trimester morning sickness and less free time to write, I barely think about posts…much less have desktop time to craft them.

For now, I’m going to try mobile posting. If this new baby is going to move around at 4am…then maybe that’s the magic hour, and my phone will have to be my new pen.

Social Media and a Parent’s Death

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Last month, I experienced the most heart-breaking moment of my life…my mom died. I was with her from her last conversation to her last breath.

A post on Bluebird Kisses prompted me to finally post about it, since the topic of social media and death has started a debate on ‘sharing’ too much.

The man behind the controversy is Scott Simon, a NPR radio personality, who started tweeting from his mother’s hospital bedside. His tweets shared intimate moments of cradling his mother, holding her hand, her heart rate dropping and when she died. Just reading the few comments below you can see the tug of war between support and criticism.

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During my mother’s last days, I wrestled with using the word “death” in a tweet or status update. I was feeling so many emotions that I felt were insensitive to share. I didn’t want to invite sympathy or distraction, so i stayed away from posting. That being said, I appreciated Simon’s posts.

Simon gave a voice to the experience that I didn’t want to share. I didn’t want to break people’s hearts by telling my story, especially those who have not lost a parent. Simon made me feel connected and calm, because I knew he shared my pain.

In the days following my mother’s death, my family found comfort in memorial Facebook posts friends and family put in their status updates. My mother didn’t want a funeral, and she chose to be cremated, so in a way, online posts served the purpose of a funeral and obituary. It never even occurred to us to place an obit in her hometown newspaper.

We filtered through family photos, and posted them onto her Facebook page for people to download as keepsakes. Having her life in pictures helped me grieve and relatives were grateful to have photos with her tagged to their profile.

In the next few months, we’ll have to cancel her email and Facebook account, but for now, it’s nice to see her face online everyday. It’s like a bit of her is still here. It’s not insulting or disgraceful to share if sharing helps you cope.

So I say, Simon, handle your grief for you, and let others have their opinions for themselves. Something about being able to share this experience makes it real. I’m glad that Simon’s sharing prompted me to post.