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“On October 15, at 7:00 pm in all time zones, families around the United States will light candles in memory all of the precious babies that have been lost during pregnancy or in infancy. Too many families grieve in silence, sometimes never coming to terms with their loss.
If you or someone you know has suffered a miscarriage, stillbirth or infant loss due to SIDS, prematurity or other cause, we hope you will join us in this national tribute to create awareness of these tragic infant deaths and provide support to those that are suffering. “
Jeremy’s due date is today. It hurts more than I thought it would. I always thought I would deliver early after having Johnathan at 38 weeks, so I didn’t think I would feel sentimental about this date at all. But I am pretty sore. I finished this painting I’ve been working on, to express and help work out the duality of the living baby inside me, and the spirit of the one that left too soon.
Ben is dealing with it in his own way, and is getting pretty good at playing that Eric Clapton song. I just hope that his blisters finish healing soon.

Phantom Kicks, acrylic on canvas, September 2007, Shae Lynette Cecka
Oh boy, here we go. So we accepted an offer on the house today and should be closing our chapter here by the end of the month! We are trying to get into this charming little home in Gilbert, Arizona. Johnathan and I are going to head out a week early and take our dear sweet time crawling down south so we can visit with everyone along the way. Ben is going to load up the truck on that last day and shoot right through, stopping only for gas and coffee I’m sure. Send a travel safety prayer our way!
Also, Ben and I celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary today! We spent it at the hospital looking at the ultrasound for our third baby! Nadeje measures only a little under half an inch, and is almost 7 weeks along. (s)he has a heartbeat, and is expected to arrive March 22, 2008.
So strange, the sonographer took one look at me and said, “seven weeks.” When he pulled the image up on the screen he said, “Oh, maybe a little earlier. I’m going to guess about 6 weeks, 4 days.” He joked that he was “way off” when the measurements proved to be one day’s difference.
Showing only a dark circle with a tiny white spot in it, Johnathan walked out of the hospital with the photo facing outward. “This is my baby,” he told people we walked by. He is a very proud big brother.
Nadeje, our little one’s in-utero name, is Czech for hope, something we must hold on to after the tragic events that occurred this spring. We will always love and miss Jeremy and this child in no way replaces him or our sadness, but it will add some love and joy to our home.
So much excitement my head is spinning.
Desert ho!
Please. Touch them today. Make them laugh. It is pure magic. I hope that I am able to lose some sanity. For the sake of memory and sanity. I have to. They lead to each other in the end.
Everything I see around me is contextualized through Jeremy. I can’t help it. It just is. We saw Polyphonic Spree a last week. “It’s the sun, and it makes me smile.” Rather, I interpreted it as, “It’s the Son, and it makes me smile.” I’m not physically moved by external events. Ever. Except that night I was. I think Shae noticed, but she doesn’t mind when I open up.
Socrates criticized the written word for the loss of rhetorical tradition. I’d criticize that for the loss in cognitive emotion. I guess Socrates should have conferred with Freud more.
Everything happens so fast. Life. Death. Life and death. It’s almost funny because of the absurdity of it all. But life and death is no laughing matter. Is it a crying matter? I’m not sure yet. This blog is on the brink of extinction though.
I’m screaming inside so hard that I can’t speak on the outside. And it doesn’t matter. The words that I need use shouldn’t be published. Let’s see if I can put them out in a simple list… angry, frustrated, confused, sad, pissed, incensed, depressed, overloaded, minimized, contained, trivialized, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive, expletive…
Now that I’ve been judging at tournaments for a short amount of time, I feel that it is only fair to myself and those that I comment on to divulge some personal feeling of the sport. When I joined collegiate forensics (speech and debate), I had no idea what I was really getting myself into. Really. After my first tournament I was hooked though (hey, quarterfinalist in debate helped). In the past two years I’ve never been on such a fast-track of shifting ideas, but as always there is a price.
After my last tournament as a competitor I was so relieved that I wouldn’t have to look at anymore ballots that criticized my speaking and performance. I realize that the goal is to become better, but I think it just wore on me. I also realize that I have lots to learn, but because of the move, I decided that I needed to learn the other side of this game: judging. I must say that it wasn’t what I expected either. Just like when I first forced myself into Public Speaking 101, I also purposefully positioned myself to become a critic, at least for a short while. What I wanted to learn from it was how to have a certain power and wield it responsibly. For those of you reading that haven’t participated or observed a forensics tournament, the judges really do hold an air of authority that is recognized by the vast majority of the competitors. Undeservingly I undertook the challenge, and it has been an awesome learning experience. Once again, the debate community has impacted my outlook on life. Still, now that I don’t carry the nervous tension of someone who is going to deliver 30 speeches over the weekend, I carry the burden of explaining to talented peers that their performance wasn’t as good as the others. That was the challenge that I didn’t expect.
And for the record (and the point of this entire post): Everyone who has stood in front of me to speak this season has deserved my 1.
[tags]forensics, speech and debate, debate[/tags]