The holidays so are different for me now. They bring up all the memories of our life last year and of the plans I had for our future. A future that is totally different from what I could have ever imagined.
Thanksgiving is a particularly rough one for several reasons.
Last year when we found out we were pregnant with Aiden- 2 months along and having no idea I was carrying our little miracle- we were also told that he had a very special due date.
November 25, 2010- Thanksgiving Day
Thanksgiving took on a new meaning for me. I knew that Aiden probably would not arrive right on his due date but I still couldn't help but smile every time I thought about Turkey Day. The day my baby boy was scheduled to make his appearance. It was going to be perfect!
But that happy Thanksgiving was not to be.
Instead on Thanksgiving last year I was less than a month into my grief and trying desperately to hold on to my sanity. And failing........majorly.
In addition to being Aiden's due date, Thanksgiving is also the first holiday we had to make it through after losing him. I don't remember much from that day. I know my mom was here so we had food- although I wasn't really eating anything at that time. I know I probably looked a mess- I was doing good just to shower and change underwear. I know that other people were happy and celebrating all they had to be thankful for- but I couldn't.
I know that all I thought about was Aiden. How could my son be gone? How was this even possible? I want him back!!!!!
I remember many times during that first month waking up and looking out the window thinking it was all just a dream. I would feel so vividly that I was still pregnant. That Aiden was still moving. That we still had the chance to bring him home.
And then I would reach down and hold my tummy- trying to feel my little man. And reality would come crashing back down on me like a ton of bricks.
He was gone. Forever.
So Thanksgiving is a rough day. This year it fell on the 24th which meant I had both yesterday and today {Aiden's due date} to think about how different life should be. I made it through yesterday without any tears although even the smallest things {like folding laundry last night} brought my mind right to Aiden. I remember so well last year washing and folding all his little clothes and the precious "baby things" basket I used to hold his laundry.
This morning is different.
As I type this and Baby Jack kicks away in my tummy I am a mess of tears. I have so much to be thankful for but there is always a huge {ginormous} piece of me that is forever missing, forever tugging at my heart, forever leaving me incomplete.
My Aiden.
I'm forever thankful that he's a part of me and forever sad that we had to say goodbye to him way too soon.
I guess for me the holidays will always be difficult mix of sweet and bitter, happy and sad.
I pray that you all have peace as you remember and give thanks for the precious little miracle babies that fill your hearts today and always.........
I'd love to hear from you! 
