Archives for January 2012

Daddy and I did something last night that we haven’t done in a LONG time.  We went out on a “date!”

I know, after almost 15 years of marriage, it wouldn’t seem like that big of a deal, but we haven’t been able to have a real nighttime date in years.  We have had a few quick dinner dates, but we always felt a rush to get home to check on Hannah with the nurses.   I just never really felt comfortable leaving for long periods of time.

So my inlaws took Abby and Ethan for the night, and Daddy and I were going to do something fun and not worry about what time we came home.   We decided to take advantage of living in Vegas and head out to the strip, have dinner, and do whatever else we came up with!

Problem #1.  We are so used to having to eat early because of the kids, we left the house at 5 pm and headed out.   That mean, a normal-with-kids 5:30 pm nice dinner.   Our first clue that we were old is that there were not a lot of other people in the restaurant at Mandalay Bay!

Problem #2.  We didn’t have a plan.   So since we started out with such an early dinner, we were done and ready for action at 7:15 pm.   We were thinking about catching a comedy show or hanging out in a bar and listen to music.

Problem #3.  Nightlife entertainment, even just live music in bars, didn’t seem to start until 9 pm or so.  We were WAY too early.   We walked around Mandalay Bar, Luxor, and a couple of other hotels on that side of the strip and people watched.

We looked at what movies were playing, and we just didn’t find something we both wanted to see.  So we headed home.   Yep, our “stay out as late as you want” date ended at 9:30 pm.   We crawled into bed, watched some TV, and Daddy was asleep by 10:30 pm (me later).

But it was wonderful waking up in the morning with no kids fighting with each other!

Even though we are a bit rusty and these date nights, we are definitely going to do it again, but we are going to plan things out better.  Especially a normal ‘date night’ dinner time!

Just hope we can stay up late enough to do it!

I received a CD recently of pictures that were taken at Hannah’s first birthday party in Texas.

It was so exciting seeing these new pictures of Hannah, as I had never seen them before.  Also, the friend who took them is an amazing photographer so they really were just beautiful (like the one on the left).  She really captured some of Hannah’s adorable mannerisms she had at that age, some that had slipped from my memory but are now back in my heart.

I realized that now that there are only a finite number of pictures and videos of Hannah out there.  There will never be another new picture taken, another video captured…Every picture and video of Hannah that will ever be taken has already been taken.

Makes me sad.   I feel like I’m on a mission to find every single picture or video ever taken of her.  I want to be able to have every one that is out there.  I know it isn’t realistic.

Sometimes memories fade.  They disappear without us even realizing it.    I have very few pics of me when I was younger, and I miss that now because I really don’t remember a lot of the little things we did in my family or friends growing up.

Maybe that is why I have taken hundreds of pics since we brought Ethan home.   I don’t want my kids to forget any of the little things we did while they were young.  They will have amazing stories to tell their children and grandchildren some day because their memories will be rekindled by these pictures.

My heart hurts because I can’t take anymore pics of one of my favorite subjects.    I can only look through the pictures to see that adorable smile, the curls in her hair, the little birthmark on her leg.  I took closeup pictures of her hands and face a couple of days before she passed because I wanted to be able to remember everything I could about her.

But pictures and videos will never fill the void I feel by not having her with me.  Cuddling me.  Smiling at me.  Her huge grin when I sang “You Are My Sunshine” to her.  Her smell, her touch, her warmth, her fingers…It is so bittersweet to look at the pictures and videos because they make me so happy to be able to see her again.  Yet after I see the pics and videos, I get very sad because they are only pics and videos.

They aren’t her.  I want her.

 

I have my moments during the days where I catch myself daydreaming about Hannah, depression moments wishing she was still here, or even just a smile on my face when I see a picture or something.  Even though I still feel lost and loss in my life, I don’t spend my days dwelling in grief.

The nights are where I have more problems.  Before Hannah passed and when my sleep schedule was so crazy, I would use melatonin to fall asleep after my ‘night shifts.’   However, after she passed, melatonin didn’t seem to work anymore, so I started taking over-the-counter sleeping aids, which still take a couple of hours to kick in.

It is hard to admit this, but every night when its quiet and I try to go to sleep, I have Hannah on my mind.  Whether it starts with a good memory or how I am missing her and wishing she was back, for some reason I always end up thinking about that last night she was with us.  Those last few hours.  Those last few moments.  And the aftermath that night after she passed.

To say that this experience is ‘haunting’ me is a harsh term to use.  I mean, let’s face it.  To say Hannah passed away “peacefully” is really not a totally factual statement.  Because the hours before, during, and the hours after were a nightmare for me.

I have a problem because I keep replaying the entire night in my head.   Replaying the important comments that were said by various people that night.  Replaying how Hannah looked at various times of the evening as her body was finally shutting down.  Replaying everything that happened once she passed away and the agonizing experience after the hospice people came to pick Hannah up.

Hardest of all, is replaying her last few moments…her look, her eyes, her hands, her smell, and her hair…the last moments she was Hannah.   And then realizing Hannah was gone, as I still held her in my arms.   I just can’t get them out of my mind.

Just thinking about it now is bringing tears to my eyes.  But the thing is, there is nothing that I would have or could have done different to have changed the outcome.  I have no regrets about how we handled Hannah’s condition once we realized that we were going to lose her back in mid-October.    There is nothing that I would have changed about that last night she was with is…having my husband, my kids, our favorite nurse, and my inlaw family there was the best possible group to be there, loving on her until she was gone.

Yet when I am alone in my thoughts at night, I still can’t help to think if there was something I missed, something I should have seen a few months earlier that could have given us something to give her more time with us.   Was there something differently I should have done that night she passed?

During the day, in my sane mind, I do feel we did the best we could with what we had available.  It is the nighttime when I am tired but my mind is still cranking that these thoughts come.  So I take the over-the-counter sleep stuff so I can fall asleep because otherwise I would be thinking all night long, and I know it is not healthy.

But another problem is the thoughts don’t always leave when I fall asleep.  I have had a number of dreams about various situations that I know if were deciphered by a dream therapist would all come back to dealing with Hannah’s loss and the other losses that have occurred recently for me.

Maybe that is why I love looking at pictures and videos of her.  Seeing her smile, her laugh, her absolute love … it gives me a chance to remember the good times because there were a LOT of good times up until a few months ago.

I hope that in time, these other thoughts will start to diminish.    They will, right?

 

I just looked at the calendar.   January 4th.  Hannah passed away one month ago, December 4th.

Has it only been a month?   Has it been a month already?   I know that contradicts itself, but in some ways it seems like she hasn’t been gone for an entire month and in other ways it feels like she has been gone longer.

I miss her so much.  So, so much.

I would give anything for just one more moment with her…

After we had to put down Molly, our 14-year-old Beagle, a few months ago, I had decided that it was going to be a long while before we got another dog.   We still had our old man, our 14-year-old cairn terrier, Kenny (Chesney), and our 4-year-old cat, Snowball.

And then I lost Hannah, and I was devastated…

Saturday morning, new years eve, I was sitting outside in the backyard by myself.   My own little pity party.

I missed Hannah terribly still.  I miss her unconditional love, her snuggling, her energy.  It is physically painful how much I long to have her in my arms again.   I know, I know.  I can never get that back.    But that doesn’t change the fact that I yearn so intensely for her still.

I was replaying a conversation I heard from Ethan and Abby quite a few times since Molly was put down, about how they wanted to get a puppy.   Even Daddy was enthusiastic about it, but I had put my foot down and said “no.”

Then I thought about it…maybe this is what I need?    A puppy will obviously never replace Hannah, but it would be fantastic to have that youthful playfulness around again.  Kenny is not a cuddly dog anymore and set in his ways, and I would love to have a puppy to cuddle with, who will lick my face out of excitement, and just have that thrill when he sees us.

I told Daddy that I had changed my mind, and immediately he pulled up the animal shelter website and started his search for puppies.   Obviously, he had been doing this a number of times before because it was less than a minute before he had the list up.   We looked small dogs under a year old.

I looked down the list of a dozen or so puppies, but none of them really clicked with me until I saw a picture of the last one.   It said he was a 7-month-old chihuahua, but his face didn’t look chihuahua so we knew he had to be a mix.  He was picked up by animal control on Christmas Eve.  The look in his face was just precious, so cute!   So we packed up the kids and Kenny into the car, and we decided to go meet this little pup.   We took Kenny with us because any new dog we got would have to pass the “Kenny” inspection and get along with him.

We met with the volunteer, and she brought out this little guy…who wasn’t as little as I expected!   I was expecting this little chihuahua, and this dog was about the same size as Kenny!   And skinny, so so skinny!   Immediately, he went to Kenny (who ignored him), and then I sat down on the ground to meet him.  Without any hesitation, he crawled right into my lap and sat there while Ethan and Abby were letting him sniff them.  Kenny came by a couple of times, but he had no care about this puppy.

We played in the pen with him and Kenny for about 20 minutes.   We were all hooked on this little guy.   He was sweet, approachable, and just wanted to be loved.  We were sold.   Because he hadn’t been fixed yet (a rule for dogs over 6 months to be adopted), they had to keep him until the day after new years when he would have his surgery and then we could pick him up.

It was good that we had to wait two days because it gave us time to get the house ready and really make sure this is what we wanted.  Which we definitely did!

We brought him home Monday night, and he was still a bit groggy from his surgery.  Our plan was to crate him, but he hated being in the crate (obviously) and I was scared that he was going to choke himself with the dog cone collar he has to wear for the next week so he doesn’t eat at his stitches.  He had a really rough night sleeping in the kitchen that first night because he wanted to be with everyone else, but tonight he did so much better when I put him in there to go to sleep for the night.

He is so lovable, so sweet.   His favorite place to relax is cuddled right in my lap.   Just what I needed.   I know it will never replace the longing I feel for Hannah, but having this adorable little distraction running around this house is new and is fun.

And yes, we chose the name “Mickey”….not that any of you are probably surprised about that!

I was never, ever into tattoos.  Never.  It just was not my thing.  Four years ago, if you asked me if I would ever get a tattoo, the answer would be “never.”

Never say never…On December 12th, 2011, the day after Hannah’s funeral, I got a tattoo.

I remember soon after Grey passed away, his mom got this beautiful tattoo on her leg for Grey.   It was then that I thought, “what an amazing way to keep him close to her!”   It was bright, it was beautiful, and it was designed into something that was what reminded her of her sweet boy.

The idea for me doing this first came about six months ago.   Well, actually it was a bit earlier than that, but that was when I first mentioned it to Daddy.  I had no idea what I wanted to do for the tattoo, but I knew that I wanted to have some kind of permanence of Hannah with me always.

It wasn’t until Hannah was placed into hospice and we started working on the Little Miss Hannah Foundation that it came to me.   Even though my initial idea for a logo wasn’t a sun, one thing led to another, and then it led me to one of Hannah’s favorite songs at the end of her life, “You are my sunshine.”  She loved when I sang that song…she would smile so big!

The day after the funeral, a dear friend, Abby, and I were at lunch, and I told her how I was thinking about getting a tattoo.  Not knowing that she had a few of her own already, she said “Let’s do it now!”   I didn’t even hesitate.   I said “Yes!”

So Abby, my friend Heather, and I found a tattoo place, and I showed the artist a picture of the sun graphic that I had found.   As I was doing the paperwork, I knew it needed a bit more.   I asked him if he could have the sun turn into a heart on its inside.   He came up with the design, and it was just perfect.  Perfect, perfect, perfect.

I got it on my left inside wrist.  Even though it hurt like crazy at times, I knew that was the place I wanted it.  It was the easiest part of my body that could cross my heart so I could connect the heart on my wrist to the heart in my body.

My friend got a similar tattoo for Hannah, the same sun with an adorable little lady bug inside because Hannah was our little ladybug.

I love it.  I’m going to get it touched up in a few weeks because the color isn’t as vivid as I had hoped, but the design is just perfect.   I have my little sunshine, my sweet Hannah who has forever captured my heart, permanently attached to me.

After I got this tattoo, Heather asked her friend to redesign the Little Miss Hannah Foundation logo to match my tattoo.   It represents everything I feel about Hannah and what she brought to this world – sunshine, love, and brightness.    And it represents what I hope we can bring to other families with kids who have terminal rare diseases, those who will have to go through a similar journey that we went through.

When Abby, Heather, and I got back to the house after getting the tattoo, Abby was so excited to tell Daddy.  She thought I was so cool for getting a tattoo and that she got to watch me get it.

Daddy wasn’t surprised at all…but he did say with a big grin, “This is the only one you plan to get, right?”

Never say never… right?