Thanksgiving Day my mother-in-law carved the turkey and handed the wishbone to my husband. We tried to break it and make a wish, but it wasn’t brittle enough. We set it aside.
After my mother-in-law and brother-in-law left, I told my husband we should wish for the same thing.
He immediately knew what I meant. I told him we both won that way.
We forgot about it for a few days until my husband picked it up from the window ledge above the sink after doing dishes. I clasped my end, knowing he’d break off the bigger piece, and he did.
Of course he couldn’t tell me what he wished for, but I know.
I chided him, “what if you thought I meant something else when I said we wish for the same thing?”
I brought up all sorts of off the wall things that it could have been before finally saying, “What if it was that your belly gets bigger.”
I know that he wished for my belly to get bigger. Later he paused the television and looked at me, “I want a baby,” he said.
Me too, honey, me too.
I haven’t written about it on this blog yet, but I’m super excited about a new project, November 30: Newborn Heart Defect Screening Awareness Day. Please check out the website to find out how you can get involved and help spread the word about screening so less parents are fighting over the wishbone, hoping for a second child while missing their first.
I’d like to thank Earth Mama, Angel Baby for their support of the awareness day, and for being there for me ever since I lost Cora.