For his birthday I wanted to do something. I took the kids to my parent's house and just had a nice day together. My sister and her fiance came, and one of my aunts made a surprise visit as well. Dan decided to stay home, he felt like getting something done and wanted to keep busy. So he did laundry, dishes, vacuumed, cleaned out the playroom and a bunch of other stuff.
In honor of Tyler's birthday I wanted to post some pictures of his life. So I decided to do a pic for each month he lived. 32 months.
The night I went to the hospital for induction. Tyler was induced the day after his due date since he was measuring big and he was stubborn. He hadn't even dropped yet. I was so huge! Everyone I saw asked me if I was having twins.
Yesterday I was a total emotional mess, but today I end this day with renewed hope of continuing on and being ok. Talking to other parents who are many years out from their loss, they say you never move on or get over the loss of a child, you just learn to live with the pain. "Ok" takes on a new meaning. It doesn't mean we are truly ok, because living without Tyler will never be ok. It just means we are not on verge of a breakdown and haven't been a crying mess all day. That is our new "ok".