July 4th was hard. It was the last major holiday spent with Jovi. We went to the parade and she napped in Nana's arms. We went to a BBQ at Nana and Papa's. Low key. This 4th, she was missed more than ever. Where was my toddling baby at the parade with her cute arm waving? Where was my sweet girl walking around waiting for fireworks to start? She wasn't there. Holidays often remind me so much that she's gone. Just the in my face emptiness... and the in my face huge gap between Cash and Lila. I just missed her.
July 5th- I don't remember what we did. Hate that.
July 6th- Same.
July 7th- We went to a little town nearby and watched the fireworks as a family (hubby worked the 4th). Jovi wore a darling green dress and played with a baby doll for the first time that day. She had on a brown headband. She slept in my arms the entire time the fireworks went off. She was so good. Cash got his face painted like spiderman. It was such a good day.
|I love this picture of her... one of my favorites|
July 9th- Daddy went back to work out of town. Kids and I went to the beach with some friends. It wasn't a super nice day. Overcast and not very hot. Cash and Fin (our bonus guy) played in the sand with a new little friend, Molly. We went to my parents for dinner. My little brother held her for the first time since she was a newborn and then freaked out that my mom was going to make her throw up on him. We went to Walmart. My mom held her all through Walmart. A lady there held her, too (a friend of Daniel's). She was wearing a pink little Gymboree romper my sister-in-law got for her and a pink headband.
July 10th- Often, I just want to say F*CK YOU, July 10th (sorry for the language). But I do. This morning I went to work. My mother in law came to watch the kids. I dressed Jovi in a striped cotton sleeveless romper, but it was too tight on her legs. I didn't have time to dress her again so I unsnapped it and left another brown romper for my MIL to dress her in. Why didn't I get her dressed?! I went to work. I got off early so I went to the gym. Then, I even went to the store. Why didn't I just come home.... Jovi was napping when I got home. I ate lunch and woke her up. I nursed her. Played with her. Snuggled her. She got fussy so I laid her back down. Those were my last few hours with her. That was my last day with her. I wanted to go to Target to get shoes for Cash for a wedding he was going to be in that weekend. I went to wake her up and she was dead. I called 911. It's all a blur here but yet I remember every detail. I did CPR while dispatch occasionally had to yell at me to calm down. My dad was at my door. He took Jovi and handed her to the paramedic. And she was gone. My dad was out at his car for awhile. I just sat on the floor and cried. But, no tears even came. I remember feeling like I was going to throw up any minute. I can still remember that panic. A cop came in and said to get my shoes on and get in her car. The direction was nice. By this time, my dad was back and said he would drive me. Cop stayed with Cash until my mom could come get him. I called Daniel in my Dad's car. To this day, I hate that car. It reminds me of the day Jovi died. I swear I see it everywhere and it often follows me home since I live close to the fire station. We pulled into KMC and were taken in some back way. I still hate those doors. I'm glad they took me through the back way now. So I never have to walk through those doors again. No one said a word to me. Just stared. I felt like I was walking so slow. I remember what the lady looked like at the desk. We walked to her room. A firefighter said it wasn't good. I was told the mom can come in... and I stood and rubbed her head and talked to her until I was told she was gone. It wasn't until that moment I really realized our pediatrician was there. I remember exactly what the guy looked like that was bagging her. And then I just sat there and cried. Holding my lifeless baby. So many people came and visited us. Daniel finally arrived. I was "questioned" by a detective. Jovi started showing signs of death which made me feel like throwing up again and made me realize I had to get out of there. Then, we were told to go home. How the hell do you just go home? I remember thinking that was such a hard statement to swallow... Home... Home where it was no longer home. Home where my daughter died and home where my daughter no longer was... How do I just "go home"?
Time that day was insane. It seemed like it was moving so slow. Yet, so fast. How was time even still going? I remember walking out of the ER. The glass doors sliding open while I clutched the last outfit that touched my daughter's skin and the sun was shining... cars were driving. It felt surreal. How was the world still going when mine had just ended? How was the world still moving when mine had stopped. How was time continuing when all I wanted it to do was stop? We went to pick up Cash and his first question was, "Where is baby Jovi?". It was all so... surreal. I wish she was just down the road... somewhere where we could just go pick her up. And then we did. We just went home.
Jovi- I'm so sorry I didn't know. I'm so sorry I didn't know that July 10th was the last day I'd get to see you alive. I'm sorry I went to work and didn't spend every minute with you. I'm sorry you died alone in your bed. I want you to know I miss you more than words could ever say. I want you to know you were and are such a huge blessing to me. You and I had a strong connection from the minute you were born. Things with you were scary, but easy. I enjoyed every moment with you. I loved when you'd wake up in the middle of the night and we'd get time together just us. I held you every chance I got and often took naps with you. I loved carrying you in a wrap or front pack and almost always did. I loved seeing your face for the first time. I loved your sweet smile and your precious voice. I'd do anything to hear your sweet voice again or to hear your sweet giggle. I miss your fabulous chimpanzee hair. You had the best hair... I hope more than anything I get to Heaven and you are small. I hope you still have chimpanzee hair and that I can scoop you up, snuggle you and smell your sweet baby smell. I hope to see you take your first steps. I hope to see you get your first tooth. I hope to hear you say "mama" for the first time. I hope to see everything I've missed out on.... stay little for mommy, okay? I love you more than I could every say, baby. I miss more than I ever thought was possible. I love you to Heaven and back.
"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away." Revelations 21:4