Lost in Transition

The best way out is always through.

Baby Emmalin
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I recently took some newborn photos of a friend's baby. I was actually at work when she went into labor, so I was able to run upstairs to Labor & Delivery to watch her being born. Amazing. Life is truly a miracle.





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National Cathedral
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We went to services this morning at the National Cathedral with our friend John. His prep school friends from out of town were singing, so he wanted to catch up with them. I've lived in MD for most of my life, but had never been to the Cathedral. It was impressive. Definitely reminded me of the time I spent in France & the old majestic buildings of Europe. Hymns, candles, tolling church bells, gargoyles, a sarcophagus...quite the reverence that Pete and I don't get to experience at our church. We go to a Presbyterian church, but we love the tradition of the Episcopalians. After the service, they offered prayers for healing, so we went and asked for whatever healing needs to happen for us to have a baby. It was nice.



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IMAX 3D
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We went to the Air & Space Museum in D.C. with the kids. Here they are with Nene at an IMAX 3D movie.



Rainy day
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I love the rain, the trees, the green...


Gadget
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Loving this strawberry huller:



I put these out later with chocolate fondue. To. Die. For.

Nurses' Night/4th of July BBQ at our place.
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I had some of my nurse friends over for "Nurses' Night." This is turning into a tradition with a group of us who graduated together/started working at HCGH together. I love having people over. I love the cooking, baking, and putting out of hors d'oeuvres-ing. We had plenty of wine. We hung stringed lights under the top deck, so it was a really magical feeling. We lit a couple of Tiki lights, and it was a great atmosphere. It was hotter than hell and there were bugs out, but it was still really nice. A good 4th of July BBQ. After the BBQ'ing, we drank more wine, and laughed/vented/shared stories throughout. We ended the evening with some chocolate fondue, with strawberries, pineapple, pound cake, rice krispie treats, and bananas. A successful evening, a good memory. We are definitely each others' support/therapy. I love my RN friends.

The girls. And Pete.


Photo wall project
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I've been seeing these on design blogs and Pinterest...I wanted to try it. Black & white prints, black frames. We got the frames cheap from IKEA. Really easy, and I love it.


Family snapshots.
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We're at my sister Joy's house to watch my niece and nephew get baptized. Tonight, the sky turned dark & grey, the wind started blowing through the trees, and the thunder started rolling in. My kind of night. I took advantage of it by taking my dinner plate onto the screened-in porch. One by one, the rest of the family joined me.

Pete and Abby:



It was so relaxing, lounging outside, surrounded by relaxed family. Each of us had an iPhone out, playing Words With Friends or just farting around on the Internet, but we were still together. 20 years ago, we'd be sitting around a Scrabble board. This isn't as intimate but it was still a nice evening. My niece Abby borrowed my iPhone and amused herself by taking some self-portraits.
Abby and I:



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Hurt versus pain.
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At my sister's house for the kids' baptisms. She had a lunch at the house after the service, and a baby showed up. A toddler. It made my heart freeze. The baby was 20 months old...a full 7 months older than Emma would have been. But the essence of post-infancy was there, the same way Emma would have been...walking, exploring, making noises but not quite talking yet...it was an arrow to my heart. And here is where we feel her loss. Envying a pregnant belly, longing for the day when I hold that tiny, pink, perfect body close to me, wanting...that hurts. But this, this LOSS, is painful. It really is like she is missing. She would have been doing those exact same things. She would have played with this little boy. I could barely look at him. I prayed the parents didn't ask us what I'm asked almost daily in interactions with patients: "do you have any kids?" A benign and completely natural question. I would have burst into tears for no apparent reason.

This song is about 9/11, but it's about the loss experienced after death. Great song.


Weekend Getaway
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I'm posting pictures in a separate post...here's the quickie version of our weekend in Charlottesville, VA. It was amazing. I want to go back.


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