Yesterday, Noah and I rearranged his bedroom. We took down all of his Kindergarten and Preschool artwork that was pinned all over his walls. We put away the wooden letters spelling his name that, nearly six years ago, had announced his birth. After adjusting his bed and rearranging the National Geographic magazines on his nightstand, we hung up his newest poster, the Star Wars characters performing a rock concert. We finished by removing all of the clothes or shoes that were once purchased in the toddler sections of the store. He's a big kid now. Noah's shoes are nearly as big as mine and his clothes come from the same section as the big boys.
Abbi and I sorted her closet and piled up all of the shoes and clothes that are purchased in the big girls section to make space for clothes and shoes that will fit her long body. Her feet are two sizes larger than mine and, while her waist is narrow, her legs are long enough that we had to start looking in the juniors' section. We put away the special things she had collected over the years but now considers to be for little girls. Even her special stuffed bunny was tucked away into a drawer. She has organized her science and craft supplies onto her newly inherited desk. Abbi's room has transitioned from pink and cozy to a zebra stripe tween room.
They love to work in their rooms with me. My kids appreciate having something added to the wall or a nightstand scooted a little bit. They admire their space like it's a whole new room. While they admire, I haul a bag of donations and garbage to the garage. I walk past the fabric I once collected to make into receiving blankets and burp cloths. I drag their old toys past the boxes up high on the shelf full of their baby blankets.
There used to be a couple other boxes there. Baby toys, miscellaneous baby gear, even a beginning hoard of diapers/wipes/etc., and a Bumbo seat. Thing we started to tuck away a little at a time to prepare for an addition we've never had. Now, the collection is down to just a box for Abbi and a box for Noah full of their baby blankets. We've gifted away the diapers and wipes when Jake's co-worker had a baby. And finally, I took down the bright green Bumbo seat that smiled at me every time I went to my car. My friend has a baby that fills that empty seat up well.
I haven't followed through with everything my specialist recommended. I lost my motivation. I'm not saying we haven't invested in our attempts to add to our family. We've spent over $15,000 on procedures to get our bodies operating. But, I've lost my motivation. Unfortunately, I haven't lost the disappointment. I'm satisfied with our family but I always wish, maybe, we'll be surprised this time. Negative tests have passed through this house by the dozens. Sometimes, I delay taking any test because the mystery feels better than the one lonely pink line. Or sometimes, my body does it's work which mean it didn't do the work I was secretly hoping for.
I have two good babies and the best Jake there could ever be.
But, sometimes in the middle of the night I wonder:
What would it feel like to have a big stretched out belly where I had a baby growing inside? Is it the girl I feel like is missing? Would I name her Mia or Quinn? Would she have my blue eyes? What chair would I pick for us to rock her in? I just want to pick out the little things: a car seat, a stroller, binks, a diaper bag. I just want to see Jake rocking and loving her. I'd like to see Abbi try to change her. And, I'd like to listen to Noah teach her his secret ways. I'd like to take her to my grandma's house so she could kiss her. I'd like to dump her off with my parents while I sneak away for an hour alone.
But, these are the things I only wonder in the night. It's a little dark where I'm walking so I'll just turn on a few lights and wait for the sun to come up over the mountain.
