I miss my girl.

The foundation and the run have been a good distraction from the pain, but when I step back, and realize why I am busy, why we are starting this, my heart just sinks.

Her blanket doesn't smell like her anymore. There is a closet full of clothes with tags on them that she never got a chance to wear. Her sling is hanging in the coat closet, and hasn't been used in over 3 months. There was a little dust on it, and it made my heart break a little more.
I hate that it has been 3 months since she has been in our home. I hate that her bottles are getting pushed further and further back in the cupboard. I hate that the shelves that use to be hers for medical supplies, now shelve bread, and glass vases from all the flower deliveries, and odds and ends.
Want me to be honest? I just want her back. Everyday is just a struggle. If Kate were not here to pull the covers off me every morning, I would still be in bed. I find myself trying to find ways to keep her alive in our home. I want to talk about her. I want her to be talked about. I want her to still have a place in this family, and play a part.
I am not looking forward to the holidays. I secretly want to just hibernate until February. Last year we were preparing to move into our new house, a house that had room for another baby. I was 8.5 months pregnant. I remember thinking how next year I could not believe we would have a baby crawling and maybe walking around, and a 3 year old on Christmas morning. I was so worried about when Ruby was going to arrive. I was worried if it was too close to Christmas that no one would come to her birthday parties in the years to come. We were worried about tax returns, and insurance. Seriously? It makes me sick to my stomach that I was worried about those kinds of things.
I remember turning into a crazy lady about finishing Ruby's room. I was waddling through the mall, during the busy Christmas rush, looking for the perfect curtains, and shade of pink for her lamp shapes. I wanted it to be done and perfect before she arrived. Looking back now, I know that if I had not done that, her room would have never been finished after she was born. I am so thankful every time I go into her room. It was a perfect nursery for her. I loved rocking her in there, and nursing her, and putting her into beautiful girly outfits. Her room is a little piece of heaven. I feel so peaceful in there.
I miss Ruby. I miss her everyday. I miss her smell, her blue eyes, her smile, and her giggle. I miss holding her, and brushing her hair, and changing her diaper. I miss having two happy girls in my home, and two happy girls that need their mother's attention. Instead of planning a huge event, all I really want to be doing is making baby food, cleaning bottles, singing silly songs, and loving on my girls.
For now, I have the next best thing. I have Kate who needs me more than ever. And I have a great cause to put my extra energy into.
I found this in my photobooth. Forgot all about these pictures. I am inhaling her. I am so glad I did that. Every part of pictures with Ruby are so meaningful now.
I see a tired mom from being up all night. How lucky I was. I remember putting those jammies on her, and they were a little too small, but looked to cute on her.
In her left hand she is holding onto her PICC line. Little stinker always did that. Her right arm is on my shoulder. Makes me cry to think of that little hand just resting on my skin. I also see bright yellow stain on her right arm. Her vitamins were that color, and she had thrown up that morning. The flower on the table? Those are from a trip that Kate and Ruby and I had taken to Lowes together. I see the excersaucer I had gone out to buy just a week before. She went in it twice.