Club Med 2011

After SEVERAL attempts to load the movie I made of our trip, I thought I would at least add some cute pics since the movie file appears to be too big.

The BIG MOVE!

What a chaotic and busy few weeks the month of May has been. Unplanned tumult caused a substantial backslide in our packing and a permanent halt to my ability when it came to packing. As of the first of the month, all of the packing, nearly packing our entire house, was done by my amazing husband and our two adorable toddlers. Being restricted on what I could lift, Scott took the entire job on and never once complained.

EVERY night from our close date on, he would work all day and then come home, bathe and put our girls to bed, and then pack and head to the new house, unpack and come home around 10ish each night. He'd then wake up the following morning and do it all over again, never once saying anything but, "We do what we have to do." Each night I sung his praises to him and expressed my sincere appreciation, but I wished there was more I could do. (Scott HATES to move, mainly because he hates to pack and unpack! He took a great deal of arm twisting to get him to move in the first place.)

Our girls were off to Emmy and Sabba's for the night before the move. We went home, packed up the last few items, did a few drives over and unpacked a bit and went to bed for our last night at Pleasant Street.

A movie with a new ending-the one we never wanted.

We, well I, originally created this movie to announce to our family and friends that we were expecting our third child this December. Shockingly to us, as well as our doctors, things took an unexpected and extremely unfortunate turn this weekend. We had only told 4 people we were expecting a baby, not even Jenna and Maya, for fear that something like this could, but of course would NEVER happen. And then it did.

As I was laying on the bed in the emergency room on Sunday, in total shock, faced with the fact that we had lost the pregnancy so few even knew existed, I made a decision I never imagined I would. I told. I told family members, I told friends, I told Jenna's teacher, I told our Rabbis, I told. As incredibly upsetting as this all is, the one positive that I have found comforting is the love and support we have received from our incredibly caring community of friends and family. People have sent flowers, fruit, brought meals, called, emailed, texted-they've been there. My parents dropped everything from Sunday on so they could be here for us and for our girls. It is because of them, that Jenna and Maya know of virtually nothing that has happened except that "Mommy had a Ba-boom that had to be taken out by the doctor yesterday." They have done anything and everything for us, similar to what we did and would do for all of our children.

Yesterday, I had the surgery to "complete" the fetal demise as it was so eerily termed. While getting prepped, the nurse asked me what I did for work; my response was "I stay home with our two other children." I then rephrased that I stayed home with our two daughters. I think though, that that was and is how I felt. This pregnancy was our baby. We lost our baby.

Friends say that our lives will never be the same having lost a child, I hope in some way that to be true. I don't want to dwell on the sadness for too long, but do want to not forget the one we wanted so badly to add to our family and how incredibly heartbroken we are that it was not able to progress. We are currently looking for ways to honor our little one's memory for ourselves, our extended family and to be able to share with Jenna and Maya when they are older. Life has been SO incredibly good to us, as individuals, as a couple and later a family. We celebrate 5 years of marriage in a few weeks, the best years of my life. Having the duo of our perfect little ladies to heal for makes a world of difference and looking forward to continuing to build our family, in time, is an exceptionally strong incentive as well.

Passover 2011

Easter Sunday for the Farbers

With the world closed on Easter, we were left to do what else-PACK? But before we did so, the girls and I played outside... Jenna brings her babies outside because "they are too young to be left alone in the house" and Maya has opted for wearing a tutu all the time!

April Snaps

Some precious moments...

This isn't the BLUE house?

Today Jenna, Maya and I had the best morning-Jenna and I began packing and throwing away junk in the house while Maya blissfully napped. We got to meet Brooke Karen, our newest love- at only 6 days old (the girls were heard talking all the way home about "Matt Matt's baby sister," "Brooke has SO much dark hair and is SO cute," "She was so little.") And then we got in the car, and it all went downhill!

Traffic, traffic traffic...AHHH! Thank goodness the girls were happy to talk about Brooke and lunch and all sorts of random topics. As we sat in standstill traffic, I realized I had a missed call. Well, wouldn't you know it was our wonderful realtor, he had a couple in the area who wanted to see our house in 15 minutes! All that flashed in my head was, laundry, toys, valuables, NO! I called back and told him, we'd be home in 30 minutes, which was generous, just be safe. He told me they'd arrive around then.

Well, wouldn't you know, the prospectives must have been stalking us and waiting for us to arrive home!? Because, we got in the house, I hastily gathered the toys, emptied the trash cans and with bags of dirty diapers in hand, the doorbell rang!! I answered the door huffing and puffing and apologized to the couple carrying an infant carrier with a little girl inside. (PHEW, they get it!) The realtor toured the oddly matched duo and their sleeping daughter around our house as Maya politely tossed chicken, cantaloupe and cheese to the side of her placemat and Jenna had me racing around like a dog chasing my tail getting her food from all over the kitchen-she MUST be going through a growth spurt!

They get upstairs, the last piece of their tour and the girls finally quiet down and are eating. And then, it happens!!!!! "Oh, this isn't the 4 bedroom, this must be the wrong house. Yeah, this is number _____, what number did we want to see again? There were 4 houses for sale on this street. Yeah, this is the wrong one, it isn't blue." Are you freakin' kidding me? You didn't notice our obviously tan house was not the BLUE one you were looking for until now? I wanted to throw up!

As they graciously walked out the door and proceeded to dillydally outside our house for the next 40 minutes, trying to determine where this foolish BLUE house was, I called our realtor to vent. He validated my concerns about the conversation and said that he had gotten an odd message following their visit about where this damn blue house was...

All I could think as I heard them come to this irritating revelation and then heard our realtor confirm what I had eavesdropped on was, have you ever heard of paint? Hell, I'll even buy you the blue paint-royal, sky, neon, whatever shade!!!!! And so we wait...