You know how I usually start these metaphysical posts out with, "I have been thinking long and hard about posting this"? Well, that's usually because of a privacy issue, or because I'm afraid you'll think I'm a nutcase, but who of us, to some degree isn't a nutcase? But I digress. Today's post is over a decade in the making, and I didn't even know it until yesterday, thanks to my Mom!
My daughter is somewhat of a miracle child, anyway. I think I may have told you this story before, but I was not supposed to have an easy time having children. I had a lot of female problems. My boys proved that not to be true. I went off birth control twice in my life, and got pregnant twice, pretty uneventful and very blessed! I then tried to get pregnant with my daughter, and I do mean with my daughter.
I don't know if you all know, but there are people out there that believe that you can affect the sex of your baby. Well, I don't know if that is true or not, because I tried for months and never got pregnant. We then found out that Tom's Dad was dying of lung cancer and no longer felt right about trying to get pregnant while his Dad was losing the battle of his life.
Just a few months after Wolf died, we found out that Anne, Tom's Mom had liver cancer. It was the most nightmarish thing any of us could imagine. She passed away just 43 short days later. During this time, we had also lost Tom's Uncle Pete, so we had traveled to Santa Fe for a funeral as well. So, we were left with two grieving step parents, and holes in our hearts the size of Texas.
A couple of weeks after Annes funeral, I was still sick with grief when Tom insisted that bed spins were not part of grief and that I go to the doctor. I had not been able to eat since before the funeral, and was losing weight and looked horrific. Much to my surprise, my grief was actually morning sickness that was not to go away for the next nine months! I have never been so happy/sad in my life! Really, happy/sad was the only way to describe it for a few days. The circle of life was very evident with this pregnancy and this baby was not letting me forget it!
Although it was my most difficult pregnancy, it was a constant reminder that things were okay. Which is maybe what I needed. With the boys, I was always wondering. Is everything okay in there? Why are they so quiet? I knew right away it was a girl, since it was so different, and the ultrasound confirmed it. The entire family was ecstatic, it was exactly what we all needed, especially her big brothers.
It was really a shame that her parents could not agree on a name though. It wasn't that we were disagreeing, we just couldn't come up with a name we both really liked. We knew the middle name was Anne; all of our kids had family names for middle names. Again, this was much different than the boys, and it was getting close to my due date...
It was the night before they were to induce her (unbeknown to me) , and I was at aquacize class when her name, Isabella Anne came to me. I was just lazily floating around in the pool when I heard it, for all of these years I have teased that she named herself because I had never even heard that name before. As a matter of fact, I didn't even really like it, I just knew that that was her name.
My next tough job was to convince my husband, which was no easy task. He thought I was out of my mind. Luckily one of the cute delivery nurses liked it, and it sort of grew on him quickly, because as I said, I had a doctor's appointment the next day, and he had decided to induce her. The rest is history.
That's right, the rest is history. Because yesterday, my Mom was doing some genealogy work and found out that my Great Great Grandmothers name is Mary Isabella Anderson Kretzinger. As you all know Isabella is not a common German name. Spanish or even Italian, maybe. To find out almost eleven years later almost blew my mind!
So, thank you Great Great Grandma Mary for help with naming our miracle girl, now I can give you your due credit. Oh, yeah, a pretty important part of this story is that one year later, my uterus had to be removed because it was literally falling apart. The doc said he's not sure how it could've held a baby just a short year ago. We really do mean blessed.
Another thing I'm curious about, is that my Grandma, who is gone now, felt that she passed me my "gift". Is it possible that this Grandma passed her, her "gift"? Have I, er, my Mom, found the next generation of nutcases, so to speak-ha?!? (If I can't make fun of myself and my Oddities, then there is no hope for me I figure, please no one take offense at this, it's just me havin' a little fun.) Happy Labor Day!
Thank you so much Mom for finding this little treasure trove of information out. The genealogy work that you are doing will answer many more questions than this one I'm sure! Information on your distant relatives=priceless!