Happy Mother's Day Renee!
As part of Renee's Mother's Day celebration, she asked that Landry's Daddy sit in as a guest blogger. Kind of silly - there is NO WAY I will be able to do what she does on a daily basis, and get all my thoughts here for the entire world to see, but I will give it a try anyway.
Make no bones about it. The day Sophie died was the worse day of my life. I have tried to think of ways I could have changed that day. Men are supposed to protect their wives and daughters, and I had failed to do either. I have fought with a million different emotions since then.
Renee and I had a good marriage up until then. Not a great marriage, but a good marriage. We were both independent - me so more than her - because we had both lived by ourselves for several years. For those of you who know us, we are both very head-strong. We had plenty of challenges during that first year. Heck, we were both just really getting to know each other, and we were bringing a new life into the world. All those things probably caused more stress than they should have, but we worked through all of the challenges we faced.
After Sophie died, we were lucky enough to have love and support from so many people. Friends from church were the first there to help us deal with our grief. Immediately after we found out that Sophie died, I called Father Tom. He did not hesitate - he just said he would be there within the hour. I don't know if I ever thanked him for his support, so Tom I would like to say thank you so much!
Whether it was Renee's GNO friends and my friends from the neighborhood, who stayed up all night with us after Sophie died, Rhonda, who left her 4 kids at home to be with us, Smitty and Lindsey who came in from Florida, friends of mine from work who drove in from Nashville, my sister who came down and the rest of Renee's family who made sure they were here for us, there was no shortage of love or support. Somewhere along the way, the friends that Renee and I had in separate lives, came to be Mike and Renee's friends. That was a big step in our marriage - after a year we were finally being a couple, rather than having separate worlds together. Believe me, this is a stretch to find some goodness that came out of the tragedy of losing Sophie, but it was something.
Renee's dad, Smitty, sat down with us the day before the funeral. He said that we had a tough road ahead of us - 50% of all marriages that suffer a tragedy like ours end in divorce within a year. Wow. Here I was still numb from losing our daughter, and a man I barely knew was telling me that I had an even tougher fight ahead of me. Thanks a lot.
But you know, he was right. Renee and I had more than our share of fights and tears and frustration over the following months. It would have been very easy to throw in the towel and start over - alone - again. Whether it was things that Renee needed that I couldn't seem to give, or vice-versa, we were not getting closer after we lost Sophie. But I always remembered the challenge that Smitty had given us to work through our emotions and issues, rather than let them rip us apart.
Time moved on, and Renee and I felt we were in good shape, and ready to try again. Even though I was against counseling (why are marriage counselors always divorced), it gave us an epiphany, and made us realize that we were so right for each other, we just began to relax and enjoy each other and our marriage.
So we tried for another baby. And tried. And tried and tried and tried - all to no avail. We were laying in bed one night and Renee said "You know - maybe we need a break. I have always wanted to go back to Vietnam. Do you think you could get time off work?" Thanks to a VERY understanding boss, we were off to Vietnam for what Renee called her "trip of a lifetime."
When we got back, we found out the great news - Renee was pregnant with Landry the whole time we were in Vietnam. Great job, Mike. Take your pregnant wife who was full of new vaccines on a 24 hour flight to a third world country. Smart. So we had 9 months of worry, fear, nervousness and wonderful anticipation.
Then the second greatest day of my life happened. Landry Elaine Mader was born, perfectly healthy and perfectly happy. She has been such a joy. To see her smile at me when I walk in a room after being out of town for a couple of days absolutely melts my heart. I love her so very much.
Oh, the greatest day of my life? That's easy. The day I married Renee was the greatest day of my life, and each day is better than the last in some small way. Renee, you are the best wife a man could hope for. Even better than that, you are the best mother I know. Thank you for putting up with my temper, my lack of patience, my need to be right all the time, and even my shoes left on the floor. I cannot imagine this life or the next without you. Happy Mother's day - for the second time.
Love,
Mike