Thank you, Lucy.
Thirteen months ago, we had another baby girl. Lucy Joy. She was a completely different baby than her big sister, Opal Grace. She didn’t like to sleep much or be put down or stop eating for the first six months of her life. It was so much harder the second go around, and she didn’t take it easy on us. BUT, what an unexpected joy we needed just at the right time.
Opal’s regression started in March 2020, which was a month after Lucy was born. Opal lost words, stopped looking us in the eyes, wasn’t really answering to her name anymore, and didn’t want to play with toys. It was TOUGH because it just kept getting worse until our doctor told us it may be Autism. We had a 2 1/2 year old going through a huge change that we were completely blindsided by and we had a one month old who was honestly a tough newborn. Life was ROUGH.
But what an unexpected blessing Lucy was. What an unexpected blessing Lucy is.
I don’t think her middle name being “Joy” was a coincidence whatsoever. In the midst of sorrow, confusion, and grieving, Lucy was an extra light to all of us. She adores her big sister, laughs at all of daddy’s jokes, and gives me all the cuddles and kisses!
She is an unexpected blessing now too. Sibling guilt is a real thing. I am constantly hoping and praying that her being in the car going to multiple appointments, picking sissy up and doing all the things won’t cause any lasting affects. She doesn’t get to nap at the same time every day, which leads to most days not napping unless she falls asleep in the car and sometimes she has to eat lunch a little earlier or later than usual. She doesn’t get a set schedule and that messes with me a lot because I know kids need structure.
But before I shed more tears, let me tell you that Lucy ROCKS it! She has more patience than I’ve ever had in my whole life. It makes it all worth it when she sees sissy come back in the car and has the biggest grin on her face. It makes it all worth it when we get our own lunch dates, or snack on cheerios in the car as we’re waiting for sissy to get out of therapy. Lucy’s days may not look like another one year old’s day, but they are Lucy’s normal days.
I know she can’t talk, but she never complains. She goes with me into every building and waves or smiles at every person walking by. She reads all the books in the waiting rooms. She talks to me the whole 20 minute drive on our way to pick Opal up. She is such a blessing.
I’m not saying Opal’s not a blessing, because she is a HUGE blessing too, but I don’t talk about Lucy as much. I don’t ever want her to be overlooked, so I want to give credit where credit is due today. Thank you, Lucy girl. Thank you for your patience, your grace, your light, your smile, and most of all for doing all of this for sissy. You are the Anna to Opal’s Elsa. You are the biggest light in the room. You are pure joy. You aren’t overlooked or loved any less. You are our Lucy Joy and for that we are so, SO thankful!