One week

Today is the first of many anniversaries of our little baby's death. It doesn't seem like its already been a week. Is that good because time isn't crawling by? Or bad because it still seems like it JUST happened? I'm not sure, but yesterday was a lot more difficult than today.

We have received lots of cards, flowers, gifts, meals, and words of wisdom over this last week. Today alone I found 8 cards in the mail box, one which included a check from a group of friends in Arkansas to help meet any needs that we might have, I'm not sure about hospital bills yet but Disney World might be a more immediate need... Another revealed that a donation was being made to St. Jude in Norah's honor. On my porch was another box from FTD with the cutest flowering trio inside, complete with a pot set (it didn't say it who it was from, so fess up). I also received a call that meals were going to be brought to my house for most of the next two weeks. Which is wonderful since I've already failed at Wal-mart. I'm not sure if it was planned for us to get all of these things today, but it was perfect timing! Thanks all!

I have gotten lots of calls (and emails and blog comments), some with words of wisdom and some who just listen to me babble (some with both, all are GREAT). Here are just a couple that I have taken to heart:

"You may want to plan everything, but you CAN'T plan your grief."-Brooke (So true, and I know now that I am wasting my time if I try)

"You are not suppose to be okay, what happened to you is NOT okay"- Sara (very simple, but it reminds me that melting down is normal in this abnormal situation).