It’s been nearly six weeks since we brought our son home from the hospital with us. I’ve wanted to post a hundred times about it, but I have been in a daze that we had finally made it. We made it through the pregnancy and the birth and we got to take him home … all of these hoped for things became true. And he is perfection.
Six Fridays ago, we walked in the front door of our little house, greeted our excited doggy, sat the car seat on the ottoman, and looked at each other. “What are we supposed to do now?” I asked my husband, honestly uncertain about what was next.
What now? After figuring our way through infertility, after bearing the terrible weight of loss, after fighting through a high-risk pregnancy, after pushing through ten days of prodromal labor (ugh), and finally after 20 hours of labor that ended in a c-section … and here we are with the prize. What now?
“I guess we just get to know this guy,” my husband said (or some variation of that).
I’ve learned now that this is a common response to bringing baby home. Several friends said they had the same moment walking through the door. Normalcy. Wait … normalcy!?! We are finally having some ‘normal’ moments in all of this!
Of course there are some less commonly shared moments, there are some moments tinged with our longing for his brother and sister to be here too, tinged with our grief that he will not get to know them, tinged with our sheer amazement that this baby came from a frozen embryo. While the word journey often gets overused to describe life experiences - this has truly been a journey.
I was hesitant during our pregnancy to call this a ‘rainbow baby.’ I recognize that the colloquial term for describing a child that comes after loss has been picking up momentum in society. That the term rainbow is a gentle and acceptable way to explain that someone came before this baby … and that this one was conceived after the loss to bring happiness again.
I struggled with this term. For one, we always intended to have Lochlan. He was partially conceived before the loss, frozen and suspended in time, conceived as part of a trio and put on hold. We always intended to have him with them.
Also, if he is a rainbow, does that mean they are the storm? Does that mean that they are less real, or that the pain of their loss is erasable? These swirling thoughts kept me from using the term to describe him during the pregnancy. Instead I stumbled around different ways to describe him in relation to the twins.
But I’m using rainbow now freely and openly when introducing our son. Since bringing him home the term has taken on a new depth for me. Lochlan is a baby born after loss. Whether I want that reality or not, his presence here has made the twins absence more real. That hurts. It is a forceful truth and I’m not sure really sunk in until now. But also ... he IS renewed joy. He is laughter in our house and he ushers in hope in ways I didn’t think was possible again. The dichotomy is enough to make the rainbow metaphor stick for me.
They were not the storm … a storm swooped in and took them away, dark clouds have brewed over the skies, and the ground is still damp. But there is a rainbow appearing, a reminder of hope and connection. He is on one side and they are on the other. That’s how I see it now. I can finally see the rainbow.
Getting to “know this guy” has actually been the easy part. We’ve been pinching ourselves over the last couple weeks because it turns out we had the easiest kid ever! He rarely cries and when he does its less than 30 seconds to say, “give me that milk!” He is super aware and curious of his surroundings, eats like a champ, and sleeps in 4-7 hour stretches already! Hopefully I’m not jinxing myself by putting this out there, but honestly guys, this is one of the most mellow and lovable babies I have ever known. And I’ve known a lot of babies.
Perhaps that is part of our gift, part of our rainbow package, a little white flag from God saying, “I know it’s been extremely hard and painful getting here, so here enjoy this SUPER EASY BABY.”
We would’ve enjoyed him any way he turned out because he was so very wanted. But man, this kid rocks!
I hope to write more about motherhood on Loss & Life. I hope to keep sharing with you all about what this life can look like and connecting with various readers about their own experiences. Since this little blog has started to have a small (very small) public following, I probably won’t share many face shots of our little guy … but here is just one, because this is the smile that can melt away pain.
Hello everyone: Our son is here! I am working on a longer post about bringing our sweet baby home but wanted to let anyone checkin know, our darling Lochlan was born June 6th at 10:29pm. He is completely healthy and we are enthralled with him. After a difficult pregnancy, a hard and long labor, and finally an emergency c-section we were blessed with a big, beautiful boy. All 8lbs 15oz and 21inches of him were more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. The first four weeks home have been sort of surreal - complete with incredible joy, waves of grief, and newborn normalcy. I hope to update later this week with a fuller picture of what bringing a rainbow home has been like for us ... until then here is the moment I met the love of my life:
Hi, I'm Tiffany. I believe in the power of stories to connect us to each other. I write about life after loss and all the love, longing, and learning that comes from it. Grief is big, love is bigger. My newest stories are about motherhood (after both infertility and loss). In my experience, love doesn't get bigger than motherhood.
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