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What are we burying?

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I have a habit of doing what I think far too many of us do these days. I bury things. When I have things come up in my life that I wish weren’t there, or feel things I wish I weren’t feeling, it’s my instinct to just push them away. Pretend they’re not there. Because…maybe if I just ignore them, they will go away. And even though we all know that is the worst thing to do, we’ve all done it at some point. Probably more than we admit.

Well, I’m not going to do that now. I’m putting it out there, because I know I’m not the only one feeling this way. And I’m most definitely not the only one burying something.

My belly is round. So round. And getting rounder each day. I feel my second baby move inside me – he or she kicks, stretches, and loves to poke into this one spot on the right side of my ribs. “Bitty”, as we call him or her, loves to have a dance party as I try to go to sleep. I know these little things about him or her, and those little things I absolutely love.
But at the same time, I’m scared.

Yup. I said it.
I’m scared.
Yes, pregnancy is an incredible blessing, and I am eternally thankful for the life growing inside of me. But I’m going to put it out there and say what I think many expecting moms are feeling, yet can’t bring themselves to say to others.
I. Am. Terrified.

Not of the diapers. Not of labor. Not of the spit up. Or any of that. I’ve done that before. I can change the dirtiest of diapers with my eyes closed. 2016-01-26_0025

I’m scared of being able to love another child as much as I love my son Emmett.
Of having the energy to be a mom to two.
Of losing my special relationship with my first.
Of being “good enough” to be a mom to two, while running my own business, being a wife, and saving time to just be me.
Of change.

I know I will love this baby. I already do love this baby. But the unknown…the unknown is scary.

But I suppose that’s ok, right? Scary is ok. What kind of a person would I be – or any of us be – if we couldn’t admit to fear from time to time?2016-01-26_0022

Emmett helping us with Bitty’s room. The little guy just loves to help right now. 

As I sit and write this, and the words escape my head and move themselves onto the screen in front of me, I already feel myself healing, and feeling calmer about the future. I suppose that’s the bigger lesson here, right? Keeping things in, burying them, pretending they don’t exist really makes things 100x harder. I’ve had these feelings for months, and now, after just writing for a bit, I find myself breathing a little easier. This big ‘ol belly of mine feels a little bit lighter.

Last week, I took Emmett out for a special “Mama-Emmett” day. We went to Chick-Fil-A, the indoor playground, and even checked out a couple of preschools. (HOW is my child old enough for preschool already??) It was the perfect day. Bedtime came, and over the monitor, out of nowhere, Emmett said, “Mama, thank you for taking me to the playground today and to preschools.” I teared up instantly, and then it hit me…

There’s no such thing as the perfect person.
There’s no such thing as the perfect parent.
But there is such thing as the perfect parent for your child.
In that moment, I knew. He’s my child for a reason. I am the perfect parent for him. No one could possibly know him or love him like my husband and I do. We are the best thing for him. We were made for each other.
And it’s time I had faith that we will be the same for Bitty. It’s time I trust our journey as a family.2016-01-26_0024Our day together – waiting in the car for preschool to open and climbing at the indoor playground.

The weeks are passing quickly. And before we know it, he or she will be here. I have said for the past months that “I know it will all be wonderful. I know it will all be great.” But I said it with a sense of hesitation inside. Spilling these words, admitting my feelings, now I can honestly say I know it will be the most incredible thing. It’s amazing how making myself a little bit vulnerable and admitting to my fear has made it dissipate already.

What’s your “thing”? What are you burying? What are you afraid to admit, even to yourself?

I challenge you to open up. Make yourself vulnerable. We live in a world of filtered social media posts and comparisons to one another, so let’s do it. Let’s remove the filters. 2016-01-26_0023

My world, real & unfiltered. Toys all over. Emmett in mismatched socks watching morning cartoons. And perfect even in its chaos. 

Let’s get honest. Because if you can’t admit to a struggle, you won’t be able to claim the success of overcoming it.


And I leave you with this… because when E takes my phone and wants to do some selfies, this is what I see later on my phone. I dare you not to smile at that face 🙂

And because sometimes music says it better than anything…

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up, so nothing’s left untouched

Flaws, Bastille

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  1. Cathy Marie says:

    Tot. Remember when you first had E? How scary it was? Everything was new and unknown. Remember when you couldn’t get E to sleep at night? How stressful it was. It was new and unknown. Remember when you cried because he wouldn’t stay a baby forever and would grow to become more independent? The new and the unknown are always a little scary. But each time you not only made it through, but you all thrived on all of the amazing things that used to sound so scary. I remember feeling that way when I just had your brother. But then your sister came along and it wasn’t at all as I had dreamed up in my head. You don’t have a storage limit on the amount of love in your heart that has to be measured out to each child (and your husband). As your family grows, so does your heart and so does the love. Each child holds a special place in your heart and you have a unique relationship with each one. One is not any better than the enhances your life. You know how protective your brother is. Now E will get to have his own special relationship with his new sibling and HE will be the protective big brother. How awesome is that? Just sit back and enjoy the ride. They grow up so fast. Love you, mama tot.

  2. Rachel Kemble says:

    What a beautiful letter to both of your children!

  3. Jennifer Lyon says:

    This is such a beautiful post Katie-it made me cry! And as emmets grandmother and of course a mother of two children I know exactly what you’re going through. I think it is perfectly OK to mourn the loss of having time with your only child. And of course things will never be the same! But giving little Emmett the gift of a sibling is a wonderful thing to do.
    I myself have been worrying a bit about how I will handle being a grandmother to two grandchildren instead of one! I am so used to being Emmetts playmate when he is over it will be quite an adjustment- and yet I know that having another grandchild will be such an exciting wonderful new adventure for the whole family!

  4. Sarah Morgan Boccolucci says:

    Thank you for openning yourself up like this. You don’t split your love, it just grows to meet your needs.

  5. Kristina Rael Rice says:

    Emmett will be a fantastic big bro and you’ll always be an amazing mom!

  6. Ally Wright Triolo says:

    I feel the exact same way. Love how real you are here… Thanks for sharing!

  7. Kayla Feldman Scott says:

    Wow, this is such an amazing post… I love it!

  8. Katie Lynn Reinke Mathis says:

    Thanks for sharing!! I totally get where your coming from. The moment we found out we were having twins was the scariest day of my life!! How could I love 2 babies, care for two babies and still be there for Evan. I did a lot of soul searching and reaching out to other Moms of multiples. Don’t be afraid to ask for help! It will all take time to get used to, but it’s so worth it!! E is going to be a great big brother! Thanks for being real!

  9. Ashley Kidder says:

    Love the “day in the life of” style photos here! Great post.

  10. Alan Lyon says:

    I don’t have children. I do have and older sister, and your babies grandfather is my older brother. And I have the most also younger sister you can imagine. E is getting a gift of a younger sibling, and E gets bity. How totally awesome is this. I can not imagine my world with out my siblings. And losing our oldest brother, still makes me cry. Thanks for sharing.

  11. Monet says:

    This is so beautiful. I’m expecting my second baby, and I feel the same way. Your words made me cry!!

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