I don’t want every entry in my blog to be super emotional, statistics, or otherwise depressing, so I decided to sprinkle in some fun celebratory entries, too. This is one of those posts; a sort of quick happy post about Kaden’s grandma and great grandma coming to visit this past weekend.
My family and I don’t live in the same state.
I moved to Oklahoma to be with my husband in 2011, leaving behind my family in California.
I know, I know, “You left California for Oklahoma?!?”
Yes. Yes I did. California is way too expensive and my husband’s degree and certifications would not be recognized by the state of California, whereas mine would transfer to Oklahoma without a problem.
So me moving felt like the obvious choice. (Yes, my husband and I were in a long distance relationship. No, neither of us were in the military. I’ll probably do an entry about how we met at a later date since everyone always asks.)
On the day my son was born, my husband had to make the awful call to my mother, who was 1,300 miles away, and tell her the terrifying news. I have no clue what exactly he said because I was being wheeled away to my emergency c-section, or maybe I was already under and they were operating by then. Either way, I wasn’t there, so I don’t know exactly how my husband broke the news to my mom that her daughter was having her baby 11 weeks early (though I’ve asked my husband to be a guest author on my blog and write out our son’s birth story from his perspective, because it was equally traumatic for him, but in an entirely different way).
Point being, my mom caught a flight the next day to come be by my side and meet her grandson. Kaden was so tiny and fragile during that week she was here, and my mom never got to hold him. This time, I could hardly pry my son from my mother’s arms, and it made my heart so happy.
He was like a different baby all together!
It’s hard being so far from my family, especially in times like our stay in the NICU.
While my mom was in Oklahoma the first time, we spent every day at Kaden’s bedside, just staring at him. My mom understood, and she was okay with that. During some of the darkest moments in the hospital after my mom went back to California, all I wanted was her by my side.
Anyone who is separated from family (for whatever reason) I’m sure can relate in this aspect. It’s hard to be away from your family. Yes, technology is wonderful. We can text, call, video chat, and keep in constant contact over the phone or computer, but that can’t replace a reassuring hand on the arm or a hug.
I don’t mean to say that my husband’s family hasn’t been great, because they have. I adore each and every member of his family as if they were my own, but there’s just no replacing your mom.
Seeing my mom with my son was bittersweet.
On one hand, it was wonderful to see her face light up when she just looked at him. On the other hand, it reminded me that he won’t get to go to grandma’s house for the afternoon, just because.
Still, I am so happy my mom was able to fly out and spend the weekend with us.
In a little over two weeks, Kaden and I will be taking our first flight together to visit the rest of our family in California (and this momma is very nervous about that flight, let me tell you). I can’t wait to see them reunited. I’m sure she is going to spoil the heck out of him!