Happy 6th Birthday

I am EXHAUSTED. Today is turning out to be harder than I thought it would. I've had a headache the past two days, thought it was because I went for a longer-than-usual run that wore me out. Last night, I couldn't fall asleep and eventually found myself crying, missing my girl and being sad that she wasn't here for her birthday. When I stopped, I realized my headache had gone away and a weight had lifted. I didn't sleep well, woke up several times and kept having trouble going back to sleep.

Today is dragging by. I didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to face this day, this day of her without her. For the first time, I posted a message to her on my Facebook page. I've avoided it because I know some of my "friends" aren't aware of what happened and I didn't want to answer questions. This year, I figured either they could ask or they probably wouldn't and I could use the support. But every time another message is posted, it makes me sad again. Sad that all these people are wishing happy birthday to my "angel" or "in heaven" as in, she will never be any older.

Last night I was thinking I planned two parties for her. One was at the house, and was supposed to be outdoors. It rained that day and we ended up mostly inside and trapped on the patio. The other was at one of those bounce house places. She was only two and it was expensive but she absolutely loved it.

I told my daughter last night that her sister's birthday is today and asked if we should get balloons and cupcakes. She seemed excited. Then today my husband told me that she was awake when he got home around midnight from work. She asked him about the birthday, told him she misses her sister (not entirely true because she never really knew her) and eventually went back to sleep. She hasn't said anything yet today. Honestly, I'm dreading having to talk about it.

The plan for tonight is to have dinner with our former nanny and her husband, have some cupcakes, and send my girl some balloons. And now I'm dreading even that. Why celebrate someone who isn't here? I keep telling myself a birthday is for celebrating that she came into my life. Today it's so hard to separate that from her having left it.

The past 3 years, we celebrated with friends whose daughter was my daughter's best friend. They moved away 6 months ago, so that's not an option. Another friend who was so supportive lost her own son a year ago and obviously isn't around in the same way. I miss both of them.

I can't figure out why this year is hard, but as another angel's mommy said, some years are just harder and there isn't necessary any reason why. Tomorrow is a full day, I have to go out of town for work, then am leaving the children with a new sitter so I can do a mom's night in at another mom's house. Right now even all of that seems too much. I didn't think I'd come to this again, when just getting up and starting the day would be hard. I keep telling myself that tomorrow will be better even though I really don't know. This weekend was planned as a regular series of days but it turns out it might not be.

In past years, I wrote something about my daughter to remember her and want to do the same. I have no idea if these are repeats, so forgive me if they are. I have only 2.5 years (little less) worth of memories so I'm bound to run out eventually.

When my daughter was a baby, my husband would dance while carrying her to the bathroom and sing "We're going to the spa, we're going to the spa." Neither her brother nor sister got the same dance or song. We had a landscape crew that would come mow the lawn and trim all the bushes. My husband would tell her "the guys" were coming, so she always called them "the guys." It sounded so funny coming from a 2 year old. While she loved animals, she was mean to plants and would roam around our big backyard ripping flowers off various plants. She did the same at other people's houses. She had balloon radar, and once on a trip to visit my family, she spotted (or sensed) a giant red balloon from at least a mile away while heading to a shopping center.

Happy Birthday to my big girl. If you were here, I would give you the 6 red balloons your daddy bought, sing to you, and have the best party ever.

Birthday Countdown Again

Tomorrow my daughter would have been 6 years old. It was an age I was really looking forward to. The end of the preschooler years and the start of being a big girl. This year is different, this year I have her younger sister not only aware but also asking questions. I told her that her sister's birthday is this week and asked if she'd like to get cupcakes and balloons. She was very excited about that, and asked if she'd get to see her sister. When I told her no, she asked if we could at least call her. And again, I said no, that there aren't phones where her sister is.

Our former nanny said maybe we should just use the actual word "dead" with her. My husband didn't like that. Apparently the nanny told her that her sister is with God and Jesus, because a couple of months after they started daycare, my daughter blurted that out. Not being Christian, this wasn't exactly what I would have told her. So I'm slowly introducing my own thoughts. Telling her that her sister died honestly doesn't seem to me like it would help, because she has no understanding of that word, she doesn't know anyone who was here and now isn't. So ugh, I don't know what to tell her, but fortunately the questions usually trickle out.

Tomorrow will be a whole other challenge. I want to celebrate my daughter, and share that with my other children. But I don't want to confuse her sister, or be sad. I promised my daughter I'd never mourn the day she came into my life, only that she left it. It's impossible to look at pictures of her, videos, think about her birthday and not want to burst into tears. I don't even have a specific thought anymore when I see those things, don't necessarily remember the events when the pictures were taken. I am simply overcome with sadness. And maybe because I don't cry often, when I do now, it feels like an enormous weight.

So tomorrow. Tomorrow I will go buy cupcakes and balloons to share with my children and friends. Tomorrow I will remember the day my girl came into this world and made me a mommy. Tomorrow I will eat a cupcake and send her balloons and miss her. Tomorrow I will celebrate her birthday.