During my lunch break today, I sat in our teeny tiny break room eating my Cup of Noodles, reading an Oprah magazine. I read this article about a woman who wrote down everything she ate during her second pregnancy and why she chose to eat it, more importantly, who affected that decision. She would write about eating dinner with her best friend after she found out she was pregnant but too worried to celebrate due to prior miscarriages. However, her best friend said they could celebrate again in 3 months. She talked about making the peanut butter cookies she has never liked that her great aunt made every year at Christmas time that everyone but her enjoyed. She ate it anyway because it made her think of her great aunt. Her reasoning for writing this all down was because she felt by eating and writing down things it would help her baby in some way…impart some wisdom on her child. This woman symbolically recorded events that she experienced during her pregnancy so she could share them with her children later on. She also felt that family just doesn’t include those related by blood, it includes friends too.
Being in the military being away from your family, you begin to rely heavily on your friends in every situation. Well, it got me thinking about those that helped me through the countless times Matt and I experienced trying to conceive. There were many friends that were right beside us either in person or over the phone and helped us celebrate in the end. Thank you so much to all of you. There are 3 ladies that pop into my mind that helped me in so many ways that I can spend a lifetime trying to repay them. They are 3 of the best-est friends any girl could ask for.
When we moved to Germany we had already been taking Clomid for almost 2 years. The doctors said we should continue with the Clomid but it just didn’t work. Matt was gone so much to the field that we decided we would just take a break and try again later. My friend Liz was there for all of the ups and downs of those last few months of Clomid, the mood swings, the hot flashes (I often stepped out on the balcony with Mickey, her dog, to take a break) and the heart breaks after the tests were negative. She was my life saver when it came to staying positive. I am pretty positive person but every time I saw a negative test, I would feel more defeat. I remember in particular a ride to Friedberg to get mail or meet the boys for lunch or just to get out of the house talking about “when” not “if” I were to get pregnant what we would do. I don’t recall what we actually talked about but I do remember the hope I felt radiating from her, she believed with her heart of hearts it would happen. By just being with her, she once again renewed my hope that maybe, just maybe, someday I would be pregnant.
Liz & I at Heidelberg Castle 2005
Fast forward about a year and a half, Liz had moved and I missed her so much. However, a “new” round of friends came into my life. Katie and Mariah became my deployment buddies and I bonded with them quickly. You have to when you have no one but each other in a foreign country with no husbands! Mariah was mainly back in the states, but spent those first few months together. Mariah just had Chloe who I immediately attached myself too. I was there throughout most of the long labor, I was there for the delivery, and I was the first non-parent to hold her. She was so tiny in my arms. Staring at her and the miracle that she was, I once again had a renewed hope that someday it would be one of my own that I would hold that same way. Ironically, about 20 months later, she would be the second call (after Matt of course) I made on my way back from the doctor sharing with her the delightful news I had waited years to here. She was there with me when I had every fear in the book, she kept me calm, and dealt with my drama queen moments when I obsessed over every little symptom. We spent a lot of time together my first trimester, she helped me in so many ways. Now we make sure we get together as often as possible. Even though Chloe and Gracie are 2 years apart, I hope that at some point in time our girls will be as close as Mariah and I!
Mariah, Chloe, Me, & Gracie in San Antonio 2008
Katie was convinced I was pregnant when we were in Paris. I wanted nothing but hamburgers. Morning, noon, and night, nothing but hamburgers. At the Eifel Tower, I am sure I made a comment about being hungry…probably wanting a hamburger. The night we arrived, we ate in our hotel and I paid a pretty Euro for a crappy hamburger but at that time it tasted so good. Well, her instinct was right, 3 weeks later I found out I was pregnant. She was one of the few people I told right away. When I did tell her, she simply said I knew it. Of course she was ecstatic…she knew the whole story. She threw me a great baby shower even from miles and miles away. There were many talks over the 9 months of pregnancy about all the stuff I was going through. Even though she has yet to meet Miss Gracie, I know she loves her and we miss Miss Katie so much!
Katie & I in Paris
There are many other people that aren’t considered relatives in the technical sense that helped me along the way, the Butzbach clan and those of you at Ft. Lewis. Thanks again for all the love, the listening, and encouragement I needed from all of you. You all had a part in molding me in becoming the mother I am and make me thankful for all the ways you have touch my life. You all will always be part of my family…
One of the greatest gifts God ever gave me, Grace Anna

