Time the great healer

So it has now been months, half a year even, since I updated the blog. The last time was a very sad time and took so much from me that I couldn't bring myself to put pen to paper, or as in this case, fingers to key board. Much has happened good and sad but still the New Year came and went and here we are, PM (Play Mate = husband), little man ( = our adorable son) and me and we are all very well and happy.
So just to summarize... after the miscarriage in August we got through the rest of the summer, taking day visits out and giving the little man as many opportunities as possible. We went to family parties (camping in the pouring rain, hmmmmm, not to be recommended) camped in friends back gardens (definitely to be recommended as the weather was heat wave gorgeous) and then getting back into the term time routines of baby and toddler groups, music groups and meeting with friends. All plodding along just giving ourselves time to 'heal'. Just when you think you are emotionally back on an even keel and email from a close friend tells us of her miscarriage, the emotions all come flooding back and your heart goes out to her and her family. Hard though is was to tell her about our recent similar experience it became a very healing process. We compared information, feelings and 'notes'. It helped us both and I certainly felt emotionally stronger.
We managed to get away for a week to Centre Parcs for a holiday and had a great time. The little man flourished in the swimming pool but was less keen on the cycling but it was winter!
Over these months he didn't have much in the way of verbal communication finding that pointing and with a 'uhuhuh' sound was enough for him. So began the teaching of some basic sign language to help with communication. He learnt to sign 'please', 'thank you' and 'more'. Once these were well established then he started to talk!
Then Christmas was upon us and we were dashing the breadth of England to visit relatives in Devon and West Sussex and then New Year was there, waiting to welcome us all in to 2010. It was in January that PM and I were chatting and realised that 5 months had pasted and that all things considered we were OK and able to look forward. We talked about all the good and sad things that had happened over 2009 (mainly good, how lucky we have been) and what we would like to aim towards in 2010. As we went into the details of the miscarriage and what the future holds we realised that time truly is a great healer. The sadness is there and will always be but it makes PM and me stronger and better able to face further upset in the years to come. We are able to talk and share our feelings, essential to keep our relationship healthy and after everything we still have so many laughs...not just smirks or little giggles but huge great belly-laughs. I know now, that however bad things may get, I just need to make sure I self prescribe a lengthy dose of time and let the healing process begin.
Here's to 2010.