22 Weeks Pregnant

This week seems like it has lasted forever. I have been fighting a cold this entire week and sleeping through a stuffed nose has not been fun. I think it's starting to go away though :)

How Far Along: 22 weeks and 3 days!

Size of baby: About the size of a papaya

Sleep: Difficult again, but can't really blame it on pregnancy. Just having a hard time staying asleep!

Total Weight Gain: Around 10 lbs....but baby one of them!

Symptoms: A lot of back pain...already. If I'm on my feet for too long I feel awful!

Movement: Definitely! This girl likes to sleep during the day and is awake in the evenings/early morning.

Maternity Clothes: Pants, shirts, you name it. I can't fit my old clothes at all anymore.

Go-to eats: Anything with butter, salt, or cheese...yep this one has a healthy start to life ;)

Best moment of the week: Strangers notice my belly now and are quick to say congratulations. This time I can really have a smile on my face, say thank you, and mean it!

Gender: We're having a little girl!

What I wish people knew: I am just really THAT tired. I've had people comment that I shouldn't be this exhausted at this point, but I am. I think some forget that I had a baby only 4 months before I got pregnant with this girl...and my schedule really hasn't slowed down. I have been letting go of some commitments, because my body just isn't keeping up right now and I need to listen to it.

What I’m looking forward to: We have another appointment in 2 weeks. Doing the glucose test and a follow up scan. Just another step forward towards meeting our daughter!

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The Hardest Part

One year ago today I had my very last prenatal checkup. I saw both my maternal-fetal medicine specialist and my ob/gyn. My blood pressure was great. Gabriel was still there and moving. There was no indication that within 24 hours my liver would start to fail. I didn't know that April 13th, 2018 would be the last time I ever saw my baby on an ultrasound. It would be the last time I heard his heartbeat. I didn't know that the next morning a pain would begin. The next day I would meet my sweet little 2-month-old nephew. I wouldn't be able to eat because I just wasn't feeling well. I would stay up late with the pain, sipping water and waiting for it to pass. The next night would be spent in the ER, not knowing we would be meeting Gabriel face to face just 10 hours later. One year ago was the beginning of goodbye to this teeny boy. And I had no idea. Wednesday morning. It's time to get ready to leave. Except it's 3:00am. I keep waking up, worried tha

We Look Like Four

6 years ago I celebrated Mother's Day with no baby in my arms. Sam had died 2 weeks before. The year after that, I was pregnant with Mira and still had no baby to hold. The year after, Mira gave me the gift of the stomach flu. ;) The last few years have been fairly "normal" with the exception that one of my children was not there. And this year, I will celebrate with half of my children. There is nothing easy about this. One thing I grieve is I will never have all of my children in one picture. I asked the photographer to take one with Mira and Edward when they came to visit us at the hospital. I'd said, I don't care if it's crazy or no one is looking. I just want one with us as a family of 5. That's what we have. One picture of the 5 of us. One. We're a family of six, but out and about we look like four. We don't look like our hands are full with just the two. We don't know what it's like to juggle a baby carrier while chasing do

A New Way to Celebrate

"But He could have saved my boys. He could have . I'm so angry He didn't. I'm going to have to work through that with God, and I'm going to need time to do it. This isn't a quick fix, and there is no band-aid big enough to patch this damage. This cut is so deep it's going to take some major reconstructive surgery." I wrote that nearly two years ago. Two years. I wasn't wrong. There has been no quick fix. There was no band-aid. I'm still working through this with God. I still need time. I'll likely be working on this grief until it's my turn to leave this world. What I can say is the waves have settled a bit; the intensity of the grief not quite so severe. I don't talk about them as much anymore. I no longer desire to go back to the hospital and cradle their cold bodies. We're done having children....even that thought isn't as painful as it was just a year ago. Sam's birthday is April 30th. Gabriel

Kaila Mugford

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