<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794</id><updated>2012-02-12T20:35:34.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one.</title><subtitle type='html'>Just journaling this exprience</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/557134618266066881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=557134618266066881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/557134618266066881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/557134618266066881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-day-never-gets-easier.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3695945373073454505</id><published>2010-02-13T18:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:19:05.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lucas is 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437871391367937682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/S3czOCi-vpI/AAAAAAAAANs/OaU5icFmQOQ/s400/lucas+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what a beautiful baby...&lt;br /&gt;i want to see him ... play&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;love him&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday aiden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3695945373073454505?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3695945373073454505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3695945373073454505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3695945373073454505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3695945373073454505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucas-is-2.html' title='lucas is 2'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/S3czOCi-vpI/AAAAAAAAANs/OaU5icFmQOQ/s72-c/lucas+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-930450182744129480</id><published>2010-02-02T02:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:37:31.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cant sleep</title><content type='html'>trying to explain feelings like these to someone is bullshit&lt;br /&gt;two years now and the second i fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;i feel it&lt;br /&gt;i hear the door shut&lt;br /&gt;hear the wheels of the babys hopspital bed wheel away&lt;br /&gt;wanting to run and grab him&lt;br /&gt;feeling his breath on my face...&lt;br /&gt;my tears..&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i want to just run...run away from this day&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone&lt;br /&gt;its ground hog day&lt;br /&gt;and aidens day&lt;br /&gt;the lump returns..&lt;br /&gt;the hurt in my heart is here&lt;br /&gt;i long to hear him laugh and still makes my whole body ache that i am not the one holding him when he cries..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday aiden&lt;br /&gt;aiden william&lt;br /&gt;lucas aiden&lt;br /&gt;you are missed.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-930450182744129480?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/930450182744129480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/S2dx6T14vHI/AAAAAAAAANk/69uPqkXPKJE/s1600-h/2009_December%2520013%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433436722018434162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/S2dx6T14vHI/AAAAAAAAANk/69uPqkXPKJE/s400/2009_December%2520013%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3316049176490785212?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3316049176490785212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3316049176490785212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3316049176490785212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3316049176490785212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/S2dx6T14vHI/AAAAAAAAANk/69uPqkXPKJE/s72-c/2009_December%2520013%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4833788884649799974</id><published>2010-02-01T19:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:14:48.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>still ...&lt;br /&gt;still today i am bothered&lt;br /&gt;by memories of the hospital&lt;br /&gt;still ..&lt;br /&gt;today the feelings flood back&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts&lt;br /&gt;but happy birthday aiden william&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4833788884649799974?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4833788884649799974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4833788884649799974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4833788884649799974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4833788884649799974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5446150112044834945</id><published>2010-01-27T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:58:08.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feb 2</title><content type='html'>lucas is turning 2&lt;br /&gt;feb second&lt;br /&gt;the dads had mentioned me coming for his party&lt;br /&gt;i am fine with it..until it gets closer&lt;br /&gt;then i tense up&lt;br /&gt;i am sure the hellos and goodbyes will get easier with time&lt;br /&gt;but saying goodbye is soooooooooo hard&lt;br /&gt;he is a cutie tho..his laugh&lt;br /&gt;i hear it when i look at his photos&lt;br /&gt;i miss him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5446150112044834945?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5446150112044834945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=5446150112044834945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5446150112044834945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5446150112044834945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/feb-2.html' title='feb 2'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-587260837707805470</id><published>2009-12-27T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:48:27.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SzcC_VBIJ4I/AAAAAAAAANc/Al_T4MB-FHY/s1600-h/2009_December_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419803963560568706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SzcC_VBIJ4I/AAAAAAAAANc/Al_T4MB-FHY/s400/2009_December_009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is lucas&lt;br /&gt;aiden&lt;br /&gt;just gorgeous!!!&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-587260837707805470?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/587260837707805470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=587260837707805470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/587260837707805470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/587260837707805470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='christmas 2009'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SzcC_VBIJ4I/AAAAAAAAANc/Al_T4MB-FHY/s72-c/2009_December_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5192036118106417200</id><published>2009-10-12T10:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:55:44.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDLjSkbCI/AAAAAAAAANU/CQPThfdavOE/s1600-h/october+12+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391727044623363106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDLjSkbCI/AAAAAAAAANU/CQPThfdavOE/s400/october+12+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDLKlpg8I/AAAAAAAAANM/DFnAREd87zQ/s1600-h/october+12+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391727037992502210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDLKlpg8I/AAAAAAAAANM/DFnAREd87zQ/s400/october+12+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDKiZ8NwI/AAAAAAAAANE/hK_5ulUAM58/s1600-h/october+12+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391727027205977858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDKiZ8NwI/AAAAAAAAANE/hK_5ulUAM58/s400/october+12+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDKN-rTzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kG42Izsc6CQ/s1600-h/october+12+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391727021722914610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDKN-rTzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kG42Izsc6CQ/s400/october+12+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDJ11xzhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2xu6Mqi9UAs/s1600-h/october+12+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391727015243140626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDJ11xzhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2xu6Mqi9UAs/s400/october+12+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did it...i went to see lucas aiden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot tell you what an amazing child he is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his dads..they just adore hime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no words today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5192036118106417200?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5192036118106417200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=5192036118106417200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5192036118106417200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5192036118106417200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='finally....'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/StNDLjSkbCI/AAAAAAAAANU/CQPThfdavOE/s72-c/october+12+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-2035929773372493573</id><published>2009-06-30T17:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:23:59.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well....yeah</title><content type='html'>not even sure if anyone reads this anymore&lt;br /&gt;i want to see him so bad&lt;br /&gt;the dads emails are short and vague&lt;br /&gt;i try not to think about it&lt;br /&gt;about him&lt;br /&gt;but it is sort of impossible&lt;br /&gt;i think of how nice and caring they were&lt;br /&gt;how much they called me&lt;br /&gt;hoe much they wanted to see how i was&lt;br /&gt;and how good it felt...&lt;br /&gt;how good i felt about the situation...&lt;br /&gt;something good out of something bad...&lt;br /&gt;and then the calls started dwindling&lt;br /&gt;so did the emails and now i have to ask for pictures&lt;br /&gt;i never felt so used&lt;br /&gt;and believe me..&lt;br /&gt;being honest,&lt;br /&gt;i have been used...&lt;br /&gt;but they got what they wanted&lt;br /&gt;and so did i&lt;br /&gt;i geuss&lt;br /&gt;a good family for him&lt;br /&gt;i just pray that they tell him that i do love him&lt;br /&gt;and that i think of him every day&lt;br /&gt;that i gave him to his family cause i love him&lt;br /&gt;i am scared for him&lt;br /&gt;to know that i gave him up&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing is that i want to see him&lt;br /&gt;i want the dads to call me and ask me how i fucking am&lt;br /&gt;to say thank you, send me a card on mothers day..or at least an email&lt;br /&gt;and some say well, you know what you did, this was your decision and it was and&lt;br /&gt;i chose to do this&lt;br /&gt;i chose them...for one&lt;br /&gt;because they were gay and I know ALOT of people WOULD NOT give a gay couple a child...&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would be making a family...i did...i gave them their family..&lt;br /&gt;i got a basket of carnations, a thank you,  a scar, a sadness that will never leave my soul&lt;br /&gt;and they got a life, a family..happiness that some will never know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-2035929773372493573?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2035929773372493573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=2035929773372493573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2035929773372493573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2035929773372493573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/06/wellyeah.html' title='well....yeah'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1437395098544377458</id><published>2009-04-19T05:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:17:36.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/Serr86IsOXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GTQO3_8lWDQ/s1600-h/2009_02_21%2520Villages%2520011%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/Serr8w1xjII/AAAAAAAAAMk/ci0BEJOJ--M/s1600-h/2009_02_21%2520Villages%2520012%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326328938454158466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/Serr8w1xjII/AAAAAAAAAMk/ci0BEJOJ--M/s400/2009_02_21%2520Villages%2520012%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how did i do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1437395098544377458?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1437395098544377458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=1437395098544377458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1437395098544377458'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqptnDx0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Xxcg7osmiSY/s1600-h/2009_April+001+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqhZwmN0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/crR_MaJCDhE/s1600-h/2009_April+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324990362750957378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqhZwmN0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/crR_MaJCDhE/s400/2009_April+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqhGses9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/PKA-eKeGcts/s1600-h/2009_April+001+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324990357633414098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqhGses9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/PKA-eKeGcts/s400/2009_April+001+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqg7CoVmI/AAAAAAAAAME/p1Z6dlquJCM/s1600-h/2009_April+001+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324990354505094754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqg7CoVmI/AAAAAAAAAME/p1Z6dlquJCM/s400/2009_April+001+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqgrmiomI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3OyoIUNmGe0/s1600-h/2009_April+001+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324990350360748642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqgrmiomI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3OyoIUNmGe0/s400/2009_April+001+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqgokUbwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9JpM4iNDSxw/s1600-h/2009_April+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy easter aiden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is starting to look more like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and is totally gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at these &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me have so much regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of feeling happy ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sick to my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why did i ever let him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7170482896545700317?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7170482896545700317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7170482896545700317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7170482896545700317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7170482896545700317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-aidenlucas-aiden.html' title='happy easter aiden....lucas aiden'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SeYqhZwmN0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/crR_MaJCDhE/s72-c/2009_April+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4349228505882905180</id><published>2009-04-12T10:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:34:47.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where am i?</title><content type='html'>well...its easter and i have no heard from the dads since his birthday&lt;br /&gt;i know the phone and email work both ways&lt;br /&gt;but you would think&lt;br /&gt;like wow she gave us our family&lt;br /&gt;she gave us lucas&lt;br /&gt;she gave us a piece of herself&lt;br /&gt;i mean, that day is so fresh  in my mind, i get choked up thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;i still remember having to leave that room&lt;br /&gt;wanting to run back as the elevator doors closed&lt;br /&gt;and i want to blame everyone&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my husband&lt;br /&gt;cause i know he came from something so bad&lt;br /&gt;but he is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;that i had to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no i am not ok anymore&lt;br /&gt;just cause i dont talk about it&lt;br /&gt;or blog about it&lt;br /&gt;i am not&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i ever will&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that&lt;br /&gt;i rarely get anything from them&lt;br /&gt;a picture here and there....&lt;br /&gt;i get a meet me half way in a hotel you probably cant afford&lt;br /&gt;not come see where your baby is going to live and grow into a man&lt;br /&gt;not come meet his family&lt;br /&gt;or see how he is loved&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;i have felt like an outsider since i got the flowers with a card in it&lt;br /&gt;"thanks will never be enough"&lt;br /&gt;i feel left out&lt;br /&gt;i feel like they were so in my ass for so many months while i was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;now nothing&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;i chose you&lt;br /&gt;i chose you because not many people would and i thought you would just love him to peices and i am sure you are&lt;br /&gt;i am just real mad&lt;br /&gt;mad at the way i thought things would go and they arent&lt;br /&gt;i dont know him&lt;br /&gt;and i am sure as hell he doesnt know me&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much every day&lt;br /&gt;and instead of getting better&lt;br /&gt;its getting worse&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;i am just getting better at hiding it&lt;br /&gt;all the people that were around me for so long, are gone&lt;br /&gt;not only did i choose a wonderful family for aiden,&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be a part of me...an extended family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fucking easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4349228505882905180?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4349228505882905180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4349228505882905180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4349228505882905180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4349228505882905180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-am-i.html' title='where am i?'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6386485473817883975</id><published>2009-04-06T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:44:30.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know what the hell..........</title><content type='html'>i know you must all be wondering what the hell has happened to me&lt;br /&gt;but i have no news&lt;br /&gt;cause i have not emailed him&lt;br /&gt;not thought...thats a lie&lt;br /&gt;i think of him everyday&lt;br /&gt;but i havent gotten any news since his birthday&lt;br /&gt;and we just couldnt get it together for a visit&lt;br /&gt;and well&lt;br /&gt;in that time&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that i am not ready&lt;br /&gt;for any of it&lt;br /&gt;in one way i want more than anything to see him&lt;br /&gt;hold him&lt;br /&gt;smell him&lt;br /&gt;and in another&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what end of the spectrum to travel&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have went to depressed..to hating everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;i really havent hear from anyone family memeber since my sons birthday&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;i just am better off alone like this&lt;br /&gt;no one to aggrevate&lt;br /&gt;i want to see aiden&lt;br /&gt;and i am scared&lt;br /&gt;too scared to do it&lt;br /&gt;i have been a coward a lot of my life&lt;br /&gt;why stop now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6386485473817883975?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7511911382853963815</id><published>2009-02-21T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:32:47.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no visit</title><content type='html'>well...i tried to get the first birthday pics on here...but for some reason i cant&lt;br /&gt;so you will have to wait&lt;br /&gt;but as for all the emails and comments about my visit&lt;br /&gt;it didnt happen&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was ready&lt;br /&gt;that first morning&lt;br /&gt;i was ready&lt;br /&gt;packed, presents....canceled&lt;br /&gt;and then i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling fine....excited and the night before&lt;br /&gt;a mess&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt do it&lt;br /&gt;i know that i need to&lt;br /&gt;for me and for him&lt;br /&gt;i am just not doing to well right now&lt;br /&gt;the last month has been horrible for me for some reason&lt;br /&gt;anxiety attacks are coming out of theblue&lt;br /&gt;and the week of his birthday....&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;it took a lot for me to go through everyday with a smile&lt;br /&gt;i am getting better and getting back to me&lt;br /&gt;jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7511911382853963815?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7511911382853963815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7511911382853963815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7511911382853963815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7511911382853963815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-visit.html' title='no visit'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4841076979404171493</id><published>2009-01-17T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:59:47.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>so i know you are all waiting to hear what happened&lt;br /&gt;and well&lt;br /&gt;you will have to wait another week&lt;br /&gt;rick got sick and joe was gonna bring lucas by himself, but&lt;br /&gt;with the weather and everything we decided to wait til next week&lt;br /&gt;so we can all be together&lt;br /&gt;so...i look forward to next week&lt;br /&gt;ill keep you posted&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all your kind words&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4841076979404171493?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4841076979404171493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4841076979404171493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4841076979404171493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4841076979404171493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/01/well.html' title='well'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-2354618256901813891</id><published>2009-01-04T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:12:24.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it is coming!</title><content type='html'>so the day is finally arriving!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am going to meet lucas&lt;br /&gt;i knew aiden....&lt;br /&gt;i am now going to meet lucas&lt;br /&gt;i geuss if i put it that way, i can deal with it better&lt;br /&gt;and i try to convince myself that he was never mine in a way&lt;br /&gt;that i am meeting joe and ricks son&lt;br /&gt;friends of mine&lt;br /&gt;that dont work!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am a mess right now&lt;br /&gt;i am sure that some of my family thinks this is a mistake&lt;br /&gt;but i dont give a shit&lt;br /&gt;this is something i want&lt;br /&gt;that i think we both need in the long run!&lt;br /&gt;i am dreaming of him again&lt;br /&gt;those horrible nightmares of him screaming for me in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;and now some nights...it is present time&lt;br /&gt;and when i leave the visit&lt;br /&gt;he is crying with his arms out for me&lt;br /&gt;i pray to god that something in him remembers my voice&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that joe and rick will give me some time with him&lt;br /&gt;to walk and talk to him&lt;br /&gt;just to play with him&lt;br /&gt;if lucas is ok with that&lt;br /&gt;i am a wreck people&lt;br /&gt;nervous&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;jan 17th&lt;br /&gt;that is the day&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-2354618256901813891?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2354618256901813891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=2354618256901813891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2354618256901813891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2354618256901813891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-coming.html' title='it is coming!'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4224667617186127421</id><published>2008-12-28T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:52:10.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lucas aiden....first christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SVegW4NowcI/AAAAAAAAALY/-y5gYmbTy9M/s1600-h/2008_December+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SVegW4NowcI/AAAAAAAAALY/-y5gYmbTy9M/s320/2008_December+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869002649715138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SVegWkK7O0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/stTM95FSvls/s1600-h/2008_December+021%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SVegWkK7O0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/stTM95FSvls/s320/2008_December+021%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284868997269633858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SVegWChfjpI/AAAAAAAAALI/q1OkhxlKpGA/s1600-h/2008_December+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SVegWChfjpI/AAAAAAAAALI/q1OkhxlKpGA/s320/2008_December+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284868988237483666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought id share...&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas lucas...&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4224667617186127421?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4224667617186127421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4224667617186127421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4224667617186127421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4224667617186127421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucas-aidenfirst-christmas.html' title='lucas aiden....first christmas'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SVegW4NowcI/AAAAAAAAALY/-y5gYmbTy9M/s72-c/2008_December+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-8167299896802679949</id><published>2008-12-27T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:07:40.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my newbies...</title><content type='html'>well..&lt;br /&gt;what a pleasant surprise today&lt;br /&gt;i checked my email and have new comments&lt;br /&gt;thank you is all i can say&lt;br /&gt;i dont even think, really, when i write these&lt;br /&gt;they just come out&lt;br /&gt;like my fingers are just moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you my new readers&lt;br /&gt;your words mean a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to stay positive during christmas&lt;br /&gt;tried to think of him laughing and opening gifts or eating the paper&lt;br /&gt;watching my nephew who is only a little older, i think a month or so...&lt;br /&gt;i thought of him&lt;br /&gt;i thought of aiden&lt;br /&gt;i thought of joe and rick laughing with him&lt;br /&gt;and how thankful they must be to have a "family" this year&lt;br /&gt;and while my heart and body ached this year&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of their happines made the pain a little less harsh&lt;br /&gt;i think my illness, the flu, or whatever i had could have been due to the gut wrenching crying i did on chrismas eve&lt;br /&gt;after the kids went to bed, i wrapped and built and then just stared at the tree lights....blurred by tears...&lt;br /&gt;but i was ok&lt;br /&gt;i am ok&lt;br /&gt;these next few weeks are going to be really hard for me&lt;br /&gt;i am anitcipating the visit i am going to have with him&lt;br /&gt;jan 17th&lt;br /&gt;i am going to see him&lt;br /&gt;to hold him again&lt;br /&gt;and again, have to give him back&lt;br /&gt;i am sure the visits will get easier as the years pass....but please&lt;br /&gt;say a little prayer for me&lt;br /&gt;that in the month to come...that i hold it together&lt;br /&gt;i am sure i will&lt;br /&gt;on the outside&lt;br /&gt;but i am scared, nervous, excited....&lt;br /&gt;and really mixed up...&lt;br /&gt;just keep me in your thoughts...please&lt;br /&gt;i am not backing out of this visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-8167299896802679949?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8167299896802679949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=8167299896802679949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8167299896802679949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8167299896802679949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-my-newbies.html' title='to my newbies...'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-8270001947123349697</id><published>2008-12-22T19:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:08:04.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flashbacks</title><content type='html'>so...&lt;br /&gt;i just thought i would blog this&lt;br /&gt;last week, i had some female problems and was rushed into magee er&lt;br /&gt;everything is fine,&lt;br /&gt;but it didnt even dawn on me until leaving the building&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt been there since i left aiden...&lt;br /&gt;and it came rushing over me like a huge wave of emotion&lt;br /&gt;that feeling&lt;br /&gt;of stepping off of that elevator&lt;br /&gt;with my legs weak&lt;br /&gt;tears flowing uncontrolably and the nurse in the elevator holding me&lt;br /&gt;i loved her&lt;br /&gt;she sat with me every night there..&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt a nurse...she was the blood pressure lady&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;but she stayed to walk me out&lt;br /&gt;asking me if i was sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lump returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in the lobby...&lt;br /&gt;looking at the big windows&lt;br /&gt;and i never wanted out of one place so much in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-8270001947123349697?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8270001947123349697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=8270001947123349697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8270001947123349697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8270001947123349697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/12/flashbacks.html' title='flashbacks'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3280271397674770341</id><published>2008-11-29T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:47:47.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you were here</title><content type='html'>the day is slowly appraoching&lt;br /&gt;the day fo aidens birth&lt;br /&gt;and on feb 2&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i am going to do&lt;br /&gt;i think i will save money and shop&lt;br /&gt;and clean&lt;br /&gt;and i dont fucking know&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded again last night of him&lt;br /&gt;going through christmas pictures,&lt;br /&gt;my pregnant belly&lt;br /&gt;i thought no one would see&lt;br /&gt;and some really probably didnt...&lt;br /&gt;cause they are too caught up in them selves to notice&lt;br /&gt;but i looked&lt;br /&gt;and i remember how i just wanted it to be over&lt;br /&gt;and now i long for him to be back in there&lt;br /&gt;feeling him kick&lt;br /&gt;and holding my belly&lt;br /&gt;i rearranged my closet&lt;br /&gt;and there it was&lt;br /&gt;the box&lt;br /&gt;do you know that i can still smell him on that hat&lt;br /&gt;looking at that pacifier&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell to the floor last night&lt;br /&gt;holding that blanket to my face&lt;br /&gt;i actually held the cloth that i wiped my mascarad tears with&lt;br /&gt;i hate that box and i would like to have someone that is close to me&lt;br /&gt;keep it for me&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot have it in my house anymore&lt;br /&gt;i sat and looked at all the pictures from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;and i felt the room closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;i lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;i can feel me heart beating&lt;br /&gt;and i am numb&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even know me&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what i am doing&lt;br /&gt;do i just get rid of everything&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could get rid of all this shit in my head&lt;br /&gt;all of it&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;i wish he was here&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3280271397674770341?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3280271397674770341/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1301552007439021103</id><published>2008-11-26T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:23:23.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy first thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>happy thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;aiden&lt;br /&gt;lucas aiden&lt;br /&gt;happy first thanksgiving....&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;and i am missing my own as they spend the day with their dad&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;always.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;rick and joe,&lt;br /&gt;please hug him for me&lt;br /&gt;give him an extra kiss and hug&lt;br /&gt;tell him i love him&lt;br /&gt;and gobble gobble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thanksgiving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1301552007439021103?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1301552007439021103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=1301552007439021103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1301552007439021103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1301552007439021103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-first-thanksgiving.html' title='happy first thanksgiving'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3484547884670806961</id><published>2008-11-18T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:17:08.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know</title><content type='html'>i am not sure where i am going with this...&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking a lot of aiden today...&lt;br /&gt;i sent the dads an email&lt;br /&gt;i want to see him&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to do it before the first birthday...&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can handle letting him go again on the same day just one year later&lt;br /&gt;and in that same thought...&lt;br /&gt;i am fearing groundhog day&lt;br /&gt;yep that is the day he was born&lt;br /&gt;so anyway&lt;br /&gt;i am scared&lt;br /&gt;and i am getting these sick feelings when i think of seeing him&lt;br /&gt;like actually painful stomach pains&lt;br /&gt;and i am scared&lt;br /&gt;but it is something i have to do for myself&lt;br /&gt;i have been crying a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;thinking of him alot more than i did&lt;br /&gt;wishing i had seen him throughout this year&lt;br /&gt;why am i always regretting?&lt;br /&gt;i am such a what if i did this type of person&lt;br /&gt;and it drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going crazy lately....&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what is wrong with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3484547884670806961?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3484547884670806961/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1043758633062549377</id><published>2008-11-09T13:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:42:38.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>his little voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctNrVUDZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k9qRdip_8U8/s1600-h/aiden+halloween+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266728002226752914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctNrVUDZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k9qRdip_8U8/s320/aiden+halloween+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these are the latest...aiden's first halloween....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctNdqrK9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/uCfa1_S03vo/s1600-h/aiden+halloween+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266727998558251986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctNdqrK9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/uCfa1_S03vo/s320/aiden+halloween+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my favorite.....soooooooooooo cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctNa5w9XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/feO6CcE0Xlo/s1600-h/aiden+halloween+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266727997816239474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctNa5w9XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/feO6CcE0Xlo/s320/aiden+halloween+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctM67Q3tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t72q1vvFTIU/s1600-h/aiden+halloween+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266727989232590546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctM67Q3tI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t72q1vvFTIU/s320/aiden+halloween+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctMo25UrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OVO8fcaksNY/s1600-h/aiden...halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266727984382431922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctMo25UrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OVO8fcaksNY/s320/aiden...halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love when i can blog happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finally got to talk to rick and joe on the phone and as i was talking to rick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could hear him in the background...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yelling, happy...playing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i said is that lucas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah...here...do you want to talk to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i said yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for three seconds...my whole world stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it felt like an hour went by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart beating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i flashed back to that moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i could smell him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i hear...him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said hello lucas.....i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then this warm feeling, of happines and sadness and tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just sat on my kitchen floor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was talking to him, hearing him laugh...they said he was clapping and my head was spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i felt like i couldnt breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i heard him giggle again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they laugh with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt want to hang up the phone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just wanted to hear him breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he is so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well i geuss that makes me happy also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday is hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i n moments like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moments that i sit and think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made this family complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made them happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i did something monumental...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is sooooooo happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is with his family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a family that loves him...completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some days are hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and others are ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and days like this are a mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am happy to hear from them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and horribly heart broken that he is not with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know if i will ever be ok with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the wound is healing.......SLOWLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love his parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love that i am the only mother he will ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"birthmother"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mother none the less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1043758633062549377?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SRctNrVUDZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k9qRdip_8U8/s72-c/aiden+halloween+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1667924733941227123</id><published>2008-10-25T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:23:31.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SQMdqi2nVyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6ofd8ckyauU/s1600-h/2008_10_10%2520Lucas%2520024%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081406446458658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SQMdqi2nVyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6ofd8ckyauU/s320/2008_10_10%2520Lucas%2520024%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SQMdXruqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/RFoBwF2fzBU/s1600-h/2008_10_10%2520Lucas%2520011%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081082411509746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SQMdXruqZ_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/RFoBwF2fzBU/s320/2008_10_10%2520Lucas%2520011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these are the newest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how cute is he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1667924733941227123?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1667924733941227123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=1667924733941227123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1667924733941227123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1667924733941227123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-pics.html' title='new pics'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SQMdqi2nVyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6ofd8ckyauU/s72-c/2008_10_10%2520Lucas%2520024%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5917956333606327058</id><published>2008-10-24T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:04:15.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>please</title><content type='html'>recently&lt;br /&gt;i have been doing a lot of thinking&lt;br /&gt;thinking of why&lt;br /&gt;thinking of why i did this....&lt;br /&gt;why i dont think about him&lt;br /&gt;why i block him out&lt;br /&gt;and when i let him in&lt;br /&gt;i ache&lt;br /&gt;why no one knows about this beautiful baby&lt;br /&gt;why do i hate myself so much&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why why&lt;br /&gt;i could go on and on&lt;br /&gt;i put myself out here&lt;br /&gt;vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;all my thoughts and fears and feelings....&lt;br /&gt;all for the hope that someone may try to understand how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i get mixed emotions from people&lt;br /&gt;lots of hate&lt;br /&gt;lots of "what kind of person are you...&lt;br /&gt;you are no mother...&lt;br /&gt;what kind of mother...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i need to vent&lt;br /&gt;and here i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a good mother&lt;br /&gt;i may not have tons of money and my kids may not have tons of vacations, and trips to the mall and i may yell alot&lt;br /&gt;but i am here&lt;br /&gt;my lap and my heart and my ears and arms are always open for them&lt;br /&gt;we talk about everything&lt;br /&gt;any questions they have&lt;br /&gt;i answer honestly&lt;br /&gt;we play and laugh&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes we all fight and cry&lt;br /&gt;but i love them&lt;br /&gt;and the love they have for me is overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A BAD MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;i am not a bad mother because i gave aiden away&lt;br /&gt;i loved him enough to know that alot of people would have never loved him like i do&lt;br /&gt;i loved him enough to give him to two parents that longed for a child and may have thought they were never gonna have one...&lt;br /&gt;he made them a family&lt;br /&gt;he has a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i say these things because i am trying to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that today i am wreck&lt;br /&gt;i want him here crawling on my floor&lt;br /&gt;crying for me&lt;br /&gt;i want to be going crazy with laundry and kids and caos&lt;br /&gt;(not that i am not already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i geuss i just want to be alright&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO BE OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want everyone to leave me the fuck alone&lt;br /&gt;and realize that your words hurt me&lt;br /&gt;that i hurt everyday because i dont have him&lt;br /&gt;and all you are doing is making it worse&lt;br /&gt;do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anonymous commenter&lt;br /&gt;i am hurting&lt;br /&gt;and i am crying again and i hate you&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot wait for the day when i find out who it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you that cruel of a person to bring up feelings like this&lt;br /&gt;i know what i did&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;we all know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him every single fucking day of my life&lt;br /&gt;i regret so much&lt;br /&gt;everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;and i cant do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]please&lt;br /&gt;i am begging you&lt;br /&gt;please leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;please let me move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5917956333606327058?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5917956333606327058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=5917956333606327058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5917956333606327058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5917956333606327058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/please.html' title='please'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4414194981232212270</id><published>2008-10-23T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:38:57.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>i had him brought to my attention today&lt;br /&gt;my little ground hog day baby&lt;br /&gt;i felt it again&lt;br /&gt;his breath&lt;br /&gt;my tears&lt;br /&gt;the pain&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it could still be so fresh&lt;br /&gt;i ache for him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4414194981232212270?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4414194981232212270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4414194981232212270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4414194981232212270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4414194981232212270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-8444870770674697060</id><published>2008-10-23T10:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:40:21.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aiden</title><content type='html'>   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=10298061&amp;path=2008/06/16&amp;mycolor=0xF7E9D7&amp;mycolor2=0xFCE6C9&amp;mycolor3=0xFFFFFF&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=96" width="265" height="110" name="myflashfetish" align="middle"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" style="visibility:visible;width:265px;height:110px;" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-8444870770674697060?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8444870770674697060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=8444870770674697060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8444870770674697060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8444870770674697060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/aiden.html' title='aiden'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-737969063474248820</id><published>2008-10-15T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:29:55.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eight months ago.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SPXheW8DDqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/itKmp4HTA_4/s1600-h/aiden+sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257356051694685858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SPXheW8DDqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/itKmp4HTA_4/s320/aiden+sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here he is&lt;br /&gt;eight months old&lt;br /&gt;as much as i dont want to think about him anymore&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are filled with him&lt;br /&gt;i have been waking up with that lump in my throat lately&lt;br /&gt;and having to hold back&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont&lt;br /&gt;look at his little feet&lt;br /&gt;i want to see him&lt;br /&gt;to touch him&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of the pain of having to leave him again is so overwhelming, that i am scared i am never going to want to see him...&lt;br /&gt;i loved him enough to give him this wonderful life he has&lt;br /&gt;at least that's what i keep telling myself&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;sigh..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-737969063474248820?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/737969063474248820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=737969063474248820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/737969063474248820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/737969063474248820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/10/eight-months-ago.html' title='eight months ago.......'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SPXheW8DDqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/itKmp4HTA_4/s72-c/aiden+sitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-149319553028845700</id><published>2008-08-28T17:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:24:22.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby goes to aruba!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SLcXYvUoNGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eEUcdzk8erc/s1600-h/aiden+and+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239682405256148066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SLcXYvUoNGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eEUcdzk8erc/s320/aiden+and+monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SLcXZCqA_wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vyADUl1VcWQ/s1600-h/luc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239682410446126850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SLcXZCqA_wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vyADUl1VcWQ/s320/luc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sweet.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SLcW8qIdsTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DRnwYAYKfoU/s1600-h/aiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239681922826613042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SLcW8qIdsTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DRnwYAYKfoU/s320/aiden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how cute is he....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;breaks my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and melts it all at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has so much love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-149319553028845700?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SLcXYvUoNGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eEUcdzk8erc/s72-c/aiden+and+monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-9060345198909711322</id><published>2008-08-25T14:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:25:28.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanted to say........</title><content type='html'>i miss him......&lt;br /&gt;i smelled him last night&lt;br /&gt;in my dream&lt;br /&gt;i miss him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-9060345198909711322?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9060345198909711322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=9060345198909711322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/9060345198909711322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/9060345198909711322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-wanted-to-say.html' title='i just wanted to say........'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5146302884179588849</id><published>2008-08-14T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:27:02.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no i didnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i have not updated in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying to stay away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of site out of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish it worked that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i did not go see aiden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was sick to my stomach for the weeks before and now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just feel like i have let him down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i have many others in my life time and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just couldnt bring myself to touch him again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to go through that pain again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;selfish?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah probably&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think of him more now than ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering if he is clapping, sitting, crawling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering if he is wants my arms to hold him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first hand that touched his...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it rips me apart daily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5146302884179588849?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5146302884179588849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=5146302884179588849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5146302884179588849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5146302884179588849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-i-didnt.html' title='no i didnt'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6564455969597140282</id><published>2008-07-15T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:57:18.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lucas aiden got baptized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AcNm7Zs3ZtWL3w&amp;amp;emid=sharview&amp;amp;linkid=link2"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AcNm7Zs3ZtWL3w&amp;amp;emid=sharview&amp;amp;linkid=link2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiden &lt;br /&gt;got baptized&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6564455969597140282?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6564455969597140282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6564455969597140282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6564455969597140282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6564455969597140282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/07/lucas-aiden-got-baptized.html' title='lucas aiden got baptized'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4450969572816743521</id><published>2008-06-17T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:47:06.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>almost 5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SFha38p8ieI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Y8lpRENitI/s1600-h/2008_06_17%20Lucas%20019[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213016485902715362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SFha38p8ieI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Y8lpRENitI/s320/2008_06_17%2520Lucas%2520019%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is an updated picture of aiden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he is growing so fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i look so forward to my visit in july&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4450969572816743521?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4450969572816743521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4450969572816743521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4450969572816743521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4450969572816743521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-5-months.html' title='almost 5 months'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SFha38p8ieI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Y8lpRENitI/s72-c/2008_06_17%2520Lucas%2520019%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6755912311313038926</id><published>2008-06-13T13:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:42:18.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>get it out</title><content type='html'>so apparently&lt;br /&gt;you all dont like to hear the truth&lt;br /&gt;the feelings i have&lt;br /&gt;then dont come here&lt;br /&gt;dont read this page&lt;br /&gt;cause it feels like i am at a stand still&lt;br /&gt;i will talk about it&lt;br /&gt;type about it&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to move on&lt;br /&gt;in my alone time&lt;br /&gt;all i do is think of him&lt;br /&gt;and i think of josh&lt;br /&gt;how he must feel&lt;br /&gt;he has no idea about aiden...&lt;br /&gt;about how i feel&lt;br /&gt;but i feel the same of him&lt;br /&gt;i just never ever talked about it&lt;br /&gt;no one does&lt;br /&gt;it just happened&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he ever wants to be here&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;with his brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i dont talk to him about it&lt;br /&gt;brushed under the rug&lt;br /&gt;the way most of my problems throughout my life, from as long as i can remember&lt;br /&gt;have been taken care of&lt;br /&gt;not talked about&lt;br /&gt;i dont want him to be like that&lt;br /&gt;to not talk&lt;br /&gt;talk&lt;br /&gt;type&lt;br /&gt;write&lt;br /&gt;just get it out&lt;br /&gt;i just have so much regret&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to let go&lt;br /&gt;of it all&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;just babbling now&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;dont mind me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6755912311313038926?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6755912311313038926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6755912311313038926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6755912311313038926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6755912311313038926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-it-out.html' title='get it out'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3990459735436273490</id><published>2008-06-06T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:49:03.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>remember this</title><content type='html'>after therapy last night...&lt;br /&gt;and this rough week i have had...&lt;br /&gt;i just want to crawl into a whole and sleep....&lt;br /&gt;just sleep&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to eat&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be awake...&lt;br /&gt;i would love 24 hours of darkness....&lt;br /&gt;talking to her last night made me not only realize that i was wrong to give him away&lt;br /&gt;but now i will never have him back&lt;br /&gt;i will get my visits&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to press on&lt;br /&gt;HOW&lt;br /&gt;can someone tell me how to do this&lt;br /&gt;i am much better with direction or and instructional pamphlet&lt;br /&gt;my hands are shaking and i have tears streaming&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS&lt;br /&gt;it is such a helpless feeling....so fucking helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....and one side note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are going to comment on my blogs&lt;br /&gt;i welcome you good and bad...&lt;br /&gt;but put your fucking name on it...&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;birth&lt;br /&gt;not you know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle it is ok to comment on here...&lt;br /&gt;mom you too&lt;br /&gt;just let me know that it is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired of getting all these comments about how i need to be ok for my kids...&lt;br /&gt;do you think for one second they see me cry or hurt or any of it.....they dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving this go for a while...enjoy the HOT weather and my space from all of you....&lt;br /&gt;just leave this alone&lt;br /&gt;this has been turned into something that it should not be&lt;br /&gt;remember when reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY BLOG&lt;br /&gt;WHERE I WRITE IT DOWN AND LET IT GO&lt;br /&gt;WHERE I AM ABLE TO FEEL&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3990459735436273490?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3990459735436273490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3990459735436273490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3990459735436273490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3990459735436273490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-this.html' title='remember this'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-9057124881076826692</id><published>2008-06-04T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:12:28.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes....it still hurts</title><content type='html'>i have been doing everything in my power to not come to this page&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it, sometimes,  that this page even exists&lt;br /&gt;or that i had to have one&lt;br /&gt;or that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate every day that he is not with me&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;for letting others influence any of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and i hate&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;i cannot make this ok&lt;br /&gt;i cannot get him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;can i have him back now&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;i m his mother&lt;br /&gt;i made a horrible decision&lt;br /&gt;i can barely look at myself in the mirror anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not getting better&lt;br /&gt;it is the same&lt;br /&gt;if not worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of site out of mind&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;neither is the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one understands it&lt;br /&gt;and no one EVER will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop pretending to care&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to get close to me&lt;br /&gt;to use this situation to try to bond with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired of everyone using this baby&lt;br /&gt;this adopotion to get to me&lt;br /&gt;i dont like me anymore&lt;br /&gt;how can a mother give up her son&lt;br /&gt;the race card is old&lt;br /&gt;i hate that i even began to think i understood that reason&lt;br /&gt;because he is black....he couldnt be loved&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that i gave into the concept of no one else could love him&lt;br /&gt;accept him&lt;br /&gt;well fuck you&lt;br /&gt;fuck all of you that couldnt&lt;br /&gt;i love him&lt;br /&gt;i could have loved him enough for everyone that didnt&lt;br /&gt;and what&lt;br /&gt;he would have been looked at differently in school&lt;br /&gt;what school&lt;br /&gt;harvard&lt;br /&gt;yale&lt;br /&gt;not woodland hills&lt;br /&gt;not anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so mad at myself for listening to all of you&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;for letting myself make a life changing decision&lt;br /&gt;one that i will never be able to make right&lt;br /&gt;this is a loss like no other&lt;br /&gt;i wish for one fucking second that one of you could feel the hollowness that i endure daily&lt;br /&gt;and people have the balls to ask whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a son that i miss more than you could ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;he is with two men that dont even care if i am here or not&lt;br /&gt;they sure did talk a good game&lt;br /&gt;i gave him a name that he will never know&lt;br /&gt;a name he will never be called&lt;br /&gt;he will never call for me&lt;br /&gt;mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to answer all your questions and  concerns....&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;it still fucking hurts&lt;br /&gt;the more time that passes, the bigger the ache becomes&lt;br /&gt;and there is no amount of therapy&lt;br /&gt;or medicine&lt;br /&gt;that is going to take that away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;i want him back&lt;br /&gt;everyday i regret&lt;br /&gt;i hate it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-9057124881076826692?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9057124881076826692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=9057124881076826692' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/9057124881076826692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/9057124881076826692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesit-still-hurts.html' title='yes....it still hurts'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-2322913318397406157</id><published>2008-05-23T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:25:45.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update</title><content type='html'>havent talked much to the dads in a while&lt;br /&gt;i rarely talk to rick&lt;br /&gt;joe calls every now and again to see how i am doing&lt;br /&gt;but it seems, now that they have all the legal stuff&lt;br /&gt;and medical bills paid for .....&lt;br /&gt;contact is minimal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i geuss that is the way this thing goes&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that they call at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont&lt;br /&gt;i dont call at all&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid of hearing him&lt;br /&gt;or just feeling like i am interrupting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to see him july 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i am ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like not knowing anything&lt;br /&gt;and everything&lt;br /&gt;not feeding him&lt;br /&gt;or comforting him&lt;br /&gt;like after doctors appointments withshots&lt;br /&gt;or holding him just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being the one he cries for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;i hide it a lot more now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aches so much sometimes, i just dont know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;i thought writing would help, but they edit the shit out of that....&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out something they want, not what i wrote, or what i felt&lt;br /&gt;so i get pissed at that too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him everyday&lt;br /&gt;i can still feel his breath in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;see his little hand holding mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i geuss i will always miss him...&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-2322913318397406157?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2322913318397406157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=2322913318397406157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2322913318397406157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2322913318397406157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-update.html' title='just an update'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3321951504146905645</id><published>2008-05-12T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:03:10.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case.....</title><content type='html'>JUST IN CASE NO ONE READ DEBS BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://debbyperry.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-jenn.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Jenn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today , the day before Mother's Day... I want to take a moment to reflect on an intense experience I was a part of this year. It is an extra special day for me to observe and an intense recognition for one person in my life and it is important to me to take the time to do so.Happy Mother's Day to my incredible friend Jenn.I think of you everyday but today and tomorrow especially as we celebrate: yes I did say celebrate. All that you have brought to this world, all you have brought to another family's life, all the difficult choices made that I know you still struggle with today. I embrace it with you because I know... I know... that the struggle can be overwhelming and dark.When there is nothing left to do but embrace it.. I will grasp it with both arms and squeeze with you.I know today is special for you in a way much different from tomorrow's celebration. I smile with you remembering what a special time it was to be invited to share. For Aiden, for you. :) Have a beautiful and happy day. I am proud of the person you are, have always been and are becoming. Each day chisels out a new piece of my oldest and dearest friend. For being simply my friend I thank you. For being so real , the world thanks you.Love ,d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my true blue friend...&lt;br /&gt;she called me saturday&lt;br /&gt;the only one&lt;br /&gt;saturday was Birthmoms Day&lt;br /&gt;little meaning to most...&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;just made me think of him ...&lt;br /&gt;i cry still&lt;br /&gt;i struggle daily&lt;br /&gt;saturday was hard......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love debs words and i am typing this through tears&lt;br /&gt;thank you debby&lt;br /&gt;because without her, i dont know how i would be getting through most of the minutes of the day&lt;br /&gt;even though sometimes i fall of the earth for a few days, i know when i come back...&lt;br /&gt;she is there&lt;br /&gt;waiting for an update&lt;br /&gt;ready to hold on to me if i am ready to collapse&lt;br /&gt;and always a funny word or two to make me laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ya deb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3321951504146905645?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3321951504146905645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3321951504146905645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3321951504146905645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3321951504146905645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case.....'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6241426424798181811</id><published>2008-05-12T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:51:07.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 moths old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SChK7VQBHBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vbE77ntdOsQ/s1600-h/aiden+pic+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199488152976301074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SChK7VQBHBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vbE77ntdOsQ/s320/aiden+pic+new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the newest picture of him...&lt;br /&gt;he looks so old....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the whole birth mothers day ...nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mothers day....ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i heard nothing from the dads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should have figured as much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are busy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6241426424798181811?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6241426424798181811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6241426424798181811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6241426424798181811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6241426424798181811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-moths-old.html' title='3 moths old'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SChK7VQBHBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vbE77ntdOsQ/s72-c/aiden+pic+new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7265896196588069677</id><published>2008-05-05T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:47:30.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much new</title><content type='html'>i submitted my article last week&lt;br /&gt;for the adoption web site&lt;br /&gt;and also the newsletter they mail out to birthmoms and women that are pregnant looking for families to adopt..but arent sure...&lt;br /&gt;i am proud of the piece i wrote...&lt;br /&gt;i was terribly nervous to submitt it...&lt;br /&gt;i took it from this web site and elaborated on it&lt;br /&gt;my true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;putting myself out there...&lt;br /&gt;even with this blog..i get a lot of responses good and bad....&lt;br /&gt;so i am anxious to see what is to come&lt;br /&gt;i am very proud of it and will let you all know when it is published...&lt;br /&gt;i am actually getting paid for this..&lt;br /&gt;it is monthly&lt;br /&gt;my own column...&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a title yet&lt;br /&gt;they want me to come up with one quickly&lt;br /&gt;anywho...&lt;br /&gt;mky next post will be about "Birthmoms Day"&lt;br /&gt;it is saturday&lt;br /&gt;the day before mothers day&lt;br /&gt;it is actually celebrated ....&lt;br /&gt;we shall see what happens&lt;br /&gt;what kind of mood i am in...etfc&lt;br /&gt;i want to say one thing&lt;br /&gt;i dont publish all of the comments that get sent to me on this web site...&lt;br /&gt;only the ones i want ..you all can see&lt;br /&gt;but i want to thank all of you that keep checking back&lt;br /&gt;all of you that comment ....the good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;it lets me know, sort of with out having to say it...all of you are in my corner...&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER WHAT&lt;br /&gt;love you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7265896196588069677?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7265896196588069677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7265896196588069677' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7265896196588069677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7265896196588069677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-much-new.html' title='nothing much new'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7508778566845301087</id><published>2008-04-28T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:30:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>almost three months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SBZq-d2F57I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7XiEDELL0MA/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456841614387122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SBZq-d2F57I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7XiEDELL0MA/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so this is the latest..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think we are finally done with all the legal hoopla...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even though i am totally disgusted with the process....why i had to be involved with any of the "after" paper work  is beyond me...but i did and i did it with no complaint to them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate that most of the people invloved think that i am stupid...that i dont know my rights in all of this...or think that i do not know how to communicate like a human...or should i say an adult....an educated adult&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i geuss that is the role that i played&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poor white girl got knocked up by some looser and left for ......DUMB?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well....ill jump through whatever hoops i gotta ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not going to risk my relationship with him ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiden...lucas....with his daddy.....april....almost three months old...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7508778566845301087?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7508778566845301087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7508778566845301087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7508778566845301087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7508778566845301087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-three-months-old.html' title='almost three months old'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SBZq-d2F57I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7XiEDELL0MA/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3720653740837881600</id><published>2008-04-12T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:02:02.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SAD4igdnO0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Olj6mywhwsc/s1600-h/aiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188420042444192578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SAD4igdnO0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Olj6mywhwsc/s320/aiden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thinking of aiden today&lt;br /&gt;i talked to dads yesterday on the phone&lt;br /&gt;their words touched me&lt;br /&gt;joe told me&lt;br /&gt;we lay lucas down everynight on the blanket that you wrapped him in at the hospital and tell him of his mother...&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful boy&lt;br /&gt;what beautiful people they truly are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3720653740837881600?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3720653740837881600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3720653740837881600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3720653740837881600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3720653740837881600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/04/words.html' title='words....'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/SAD4igdnO0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Olj6mywhwsc/s72-c/aiden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5241349600040867801</id><published>2008-04-05T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:12:18.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet little aiden..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R_f4ydO3mTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPvWi4-8BYs/s1600-h/aiden+april+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185887041664555314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R_f4ydO3mTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPvWi4-8BYs/s400/aiden+april+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at this little sweet face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the innocence of being a baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is so frakin cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was thinking of him alot today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind of emotional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am wondering what will become of this...this relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"birth"mother and son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is going to become of my relationship with his fathers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who know i geuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only time can tell.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5241349600040867801?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5241349600040867801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=5241349600040867801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5241349600040867801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5241349600040867801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-little-aiden.html' title='sweet little aiden..........'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R_f4ydO3mTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPvWi4-8BYs/s72-c/aiden+april+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-8943074449616313512</id><published>2008-04-02T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:24:55.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>train wreck</title><content type='html'>i have come to realize this pain is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;and the tears can resurface at any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning....&lt;br /&gt;lily was getting into the truck to go to school&lt;br /&gt;and just the way she turned around to look at me&lt;br /&gt;she said&lt;br /&gt;"mom, i really love you"&lt;br /&gt;and then gave me a little smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shut the door and broke down&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty&lt;br /&gt;like i have missed alot of time with them these past few months&lt;br /&gt;because of the time i have spent sulking&lt;br /&gt;crying&lt;br /&gt;i feel so selfish&lt;br /&gt;and then i feel so guilty for being selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a train wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent shed a tear in weeks&lt;br /&gt;and today&lt;br /&gt;like a flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her little face&lt;br /&gt;his little face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-8943074449616313512?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8943074449616313512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=8943074449616313512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8943074449616313512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8943074449616313512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/04/train-wreck.html' title='train wreck'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3950405081173142748</id><published>2008-04-01T07:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:27:52.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R_Ib1NO3mSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_dLLJSy0Wc8/s1600-h/aidens+first+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184236721955903778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R_Ib1NO3mSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_dLLJSy0Wc8/s200/aidens+first+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...how cute is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiden's first smile picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he weighs 13 pounds now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got good report from doctors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looks happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3950405081173142748?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3950405081173142748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3950405081173142748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3950405081173142748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3950405081173142748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/04/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R_Ib1NO3mSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_dLLJSy0Wc8/s72-c/aidens+first+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3721270106669022595</id><published>2008-03-29T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:59:49.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-5X_9O3mPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QG-Sci4uu84/s1600-h/aiden+easter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176977430321394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-5X_9O3mPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QG-Sci4uu84/s200/aiden+easter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-5YANO3mQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZLFDxtSftU8/s1600-h/aiden+and+dads.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176981725288706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-5YANO3mQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZLFDxtSftU8/s200/aiden+and+dads.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-5YAdO3mRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wAJlxPuSqV4/s1600-h/aiden+adn+cousins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183176986020256018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-5YAdO3mRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wAJlxPuSqV4/s200/aiden+adn+cousins.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is the updated photos of aiden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he enjoyed his easter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot wait to see a picture of him smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mixed emotions today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only get emails when i ask for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked them for easter pics of him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...so no complaints i geuss...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is beautiful and it is still heart wrenching to see him somewhere else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am jealous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am jealous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am soooo fucking jealous of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they get to see his first smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his first easter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts...but the pain is alot more dull now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get a lump in my throat everytime i see him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i suppose that is going to happen forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont talk about him anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to talk about him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3721270106669022595?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-5X_9O3mPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QG-Sci4uu84/s72-c/aiden+easter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-8303058256078864889</id><published>2008-03-25T10:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:06:01.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know.....</title><content type='html'>i bet you are all wondering what happened..&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying to avoid this page&lt;br /&gt;trying to avoid everything about it&lt;br /&gt;i had a hard weekend..&lt;br /&gt;easter&lt;br /&gt;his first easter&lt;br /&gt;seeing logan, my nephew often reminds me of him...&lt;br /&gt;all their "first's" are the same&lt;br /&gt;so ...&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i havent heard how aidens was..&lt;br /&gt;i dont hear from them much&lt;br /&gt;and i geuss that is where i am now&lt;br /&gt;pissed&lt;br /&gt;that while i was preggers&lt;br /&gt;well..i heard from the dads all the time..&lt;br /&gt;emails&lt;br /&gt;phone calls&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;it is almost like they got what they wanted and see ya&lt;br /&gt;they send me pictures when i ask&lt;br /&gt;but it just sucks&lt;br /&gt;i never expected anything in return..nothing&lt;br /&gt;i knew what i was doing&lt;br /&gt;but come on&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to explain this without sounding like a spoiled brat&lt;br /&gt;i gave them their family&lt;br /&gt;a life&lt;br /&gt;my son&lt;br /&gt;and well, i would just expect alittle more...&lt;br /&gt;a little more communication&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;some sense that i am appreciated&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if this is coming out right&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they still talk about me&lt;br /&gt;if they still tell him about me&lt;br /&gt;i just dont wanna be faded out&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to hurt anyones feelings...&lt;br /&gt;i hate this whole thing&lt;br /&gt;i wish ALL the feelings would go away.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-8303058256078864889?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8303058256078864889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=8303058256078864889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8303058256078864889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8303058256078864889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know.html' title='i dont know.....'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7244107657034178826</id><published>2008-03-20T07:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:45:57.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-JNTdO3mOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/La0Hb_EITTE/s1600-h/aiden+st+pattys+day.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179787518089337058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-JNTdO3mOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/La0Hb_EITTE/s200/aiden+st+pattys+day.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-JNCtO3mNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oQHNOUei1tg/s1600-h/aiden+3-20.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179787230326528210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-JNCtO3mNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oQHNOUei1tg/s200/aiden+3-20.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the neweset pictures of aiden.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is getting big...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love that they tried the hat on a ludwig head..........lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7244107657034178826?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7244107657034178826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7244107657034178826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7244107657034178826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7244107657034178826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest.html' title='the latest'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R-JNTdO3mOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/La0Hb_EITTE/s72-c/aiden+st+pattys+day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-2365894076200758257</id><published>2008-03-17T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:06:13.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good times are a comin...i can feel it</title><content type='html'>i havent heard from the dads in a while&lt;br /&gt;i geuss working and taking care of aiden ...well i know how being with the kiddos can be&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying not to think of him&lt;br /&gt;focusing on my kids&lt;br /&gt;my house ....&lt;br /&gt;today i actually stripped the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;scrubbed&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i began the excercise routine&lt;br /&gt;i havent ran since last hmmmmmmmmmmmm..... august?&lt;br /&gt;ahem&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;i woke up completely miserable sunday&lt;br /&gt;decided that sunday was the day&lt;br /&gt;found out that i could run the track at good old woody high&lt;br /&gt;off i went&lt;br /&gt;no kids&lt;br /&gt;jareds ipod thingy ( yeah....i dont even have one....mp4.mp3   ...   whatever)&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;so i start off walking..thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;it started to snow&lt;br /&gt;lightly&lt;br /&gt;i was alone there&lt;br /&gt;and i started to run&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;and then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;out of no where&lt;br /&gt;the tears&lt;br /&gt;do you know how hard it is to cry and run after having a baby&lt;br /&gt;being fat&lt;br /&gt;not being able to breathe and for some reason&lt;br /&gt;i could not for the life of me control the tears....&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you...i havent even walked for how long&lt;br /&gt;i ran&lt;br /&gt;i got pissed cause everything started to hurt&lt;br /&gt;and usually i would just quit&lt;br /&gt;i ran&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;the pain i felt in my legs....&lt;br /&gt;it was good pain&lt;br /&gt;my lungs hurt&lt;br /&gt;and after i couldnt run anymore&lt;br /&gt;i screamed&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;i layed in the middle of the soccer field&lt;br /&gt;and let it out&lt;br /&gt;crying&lt;br /&gt;hope no one was trying to come onto the track&lt;br /&gt;..who the hell is this freakish,big ass woman laying and screaming&lt;br /&gt;..anyway&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;that was me&lt;br /&gt;my new outlet&lt;br /&gt;fuck being unhealthy..well i havent started changing any foods or anything...&lt;br /&gt;come on people..one step at a time right&lt;br /&gt;and if this means that i get alone time with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;with no kids&lt;br /&gt;no dj&lt;br /&gt;well, folks..&lt;br /&gt;i may be down to my abercrombie weight in no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way...&lt;br /&gt;i did 2 miles&lt;br /&gt;i cannot walk today&lt;br /&gt;but i did&lt;br /&gt;put collin in the stroller and walked&lt;br /&gt;can anyone say&lt;br /&gt;shin splints&lt;br /&gt; and i feel like someone broke my ribs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a good day&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-2365894076200758257?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2365894076200758257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=2365894076200758257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2365894076200758257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2365894076200758257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-times-are-comini-can-feel-it.html' title='good times are a comin...i can feel it'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-71869109714608457</id><published>2008-03-14T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:15:08.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>i am back&lt;br /&gt;i know how everyone worries and well..&lt;br /&gt;i hooked up the old dinosaur computer&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i am doing a lot better&lt;br /&gt;or not&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i just know that i am not dwelling&lt;br /&gt;that is the first step on my list&lt;br /&gt;not too dwell&lt;br /&gt;i am taking my time in the morning&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;when all else fails.........breathe&lt;br /&gt;then i go about the day&lt;br /&gt;i have come to terms with the fact that i am never going to get over these feelings&lt;br /&gt;i have to learn how to cope with the hurt&lt;br /&gt;wether it be blogs&lt;br /&gt;talking&lt;br /&gt;therapy&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;i just need to realize i have no control over this one&lt;br /&gt;i cannot hide it&lt;br /&gt;i cannot just put it aside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-71869109714608457?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/71869109714608457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=71869109714608457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/71869109714608457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/71869109714608457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1390360763567821637</id><published>2008-03-11T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:15:18.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update</title><content type='html'>so, i just wanted to let everyone know...&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna take some time off&lt;br /&gt;i am forced...&lt;br /&gt;soemthing is wrong with the computer...&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOOOO....&lt;br /&gt;it is good though&lt;br /&gt;i need to spend time with my laundry and dust bunnies...&lt;br /&gt;i actually got the whole attic cleaned and dusted and sheets washed today.......&lt;br /&gt;~no mom....NOT THE CLOSET...no on can see that..lmao&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i got an update from the dads&lt;br /&gt;lucas is doing well&lt;br /&gt;he is now over 11lbs&lt;br /&gt;got his first shots&lt;br /&gt;and dad is on his way back to work&lt;br /&gt;paternity leave is over...&lt;br /&gt;maybe now he can get a little tiny speck of what i feel day to day&lt;br /&gt;dj and i talked alot this week about him...for the first time&lt;br /&gt;it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling a little better tooo...&lt;br /&gt;still missing him&lt;br /&gt;still wishing i could put that box away..&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;not time&lt;br /&gt;its coming though...&lt;br /&gt;there is more laughter than tears&lt;br /&gt;and a lot less laundry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1390360763567821637?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1390360763567821637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>new picture of aiden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R9UvTrcp9BI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9ONzLlXjlYI/s1600-h/aiden+3-8-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176095361859187730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R9UvTrcp9BI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9ONzLlXjlYI/s200/aiden+3-8-08.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6201941758920072537?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6201941758920072537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6201941758920072537' title='1 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7694241469493052281</id><published>2008-03-06T01:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:09:27.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thelma and louise</title><content type='html'>i love instant messaging.......&lt;br /&gt;it is so funny that i could sit and type for hours with my bud...&lt;br /&gt;.my firiend of almost 20 years (Or is it longer than that........holy shit i can say i have a friend of twenty plus years..we are getting old) and literlaly laugh so hard and loud&lt;br /&gt;i almost woke the kids&lt;br /&gt;laugh til i almost peed myselfi just had to say..&lt;br /&gt;thank you deb&lt;br /&gt;now i know when i am feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;i will just remember that we are gonna go to graceland&lt;br /&gt;scream on all the roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;we are gonna get ourselves back....&lt;br /&gt;and when i really need to laugh..&lt;br /&gt;i will justjust think of jaba at the end of the island...&lt;br /&gt;telling his wife how much YOU like to snack,&lt;br /&gt;or us in helmets and harnesses on the tight rope&lt;br /&gt;or the funniest one yet...........i will just think of the fat girl that ate our highschool friend&lt;br /&gt;christ..........&lt;br /&gt;i love it&lt;br /&gt;you have been with me on this long road and maybe just maybe&lt;br /&gt;with you and our laughter&lt;br /&gt;it may not be so long&lt;br /&gt;thank you for tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7694241469493052281?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7694241469493052281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7694241469493052281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7694241469493052281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7694241469493052281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/thelma-and-louise.html' title='thelma and louise'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7292733683292449117</id><published>2008-03-05T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:40:08.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just for me</title><content type='html'>i am fine...&lt;br /&gt;as far as fine goes...&lt;br /&gt;my kids do not see me cry&lt;br /&gt;they see mom...&lt;br /&gt;they come home, i am usually making their snack.....&lt;br /&gt;they play, we all have dinner together, we do homework and they get bathed and go to bed&lt;br /&gt;everything in their world is just the same&lt;br /&gt;collin and i play cars, watch movies and read books, play, he helps me clean...&lt;br /&gt;i have my computer time in the am while he sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;everything is fine in their world...&lt;br /&gt;i want everyone that reads these blogs to realize...&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts that i share here..&lt;br /&gt;they are feelings that i dump here&lt;br /&gt;they may not last all day&lt;br /&gt;but then again, some do...&lt;br /&gt;i type and leave and usually do not come back to this unless there are comments posted and then i read what i wrote&lt;br /&gt;i cannot say that i feel the same way everyday&lt;br /&gt;i do however have the ache, the lump, the emptiniess all the time....&lt;br /&gt;but do not worry&lt;br /&gt;i am good at hiding things&lt;br /&gt;i have done it all my life&lt;br /&gt;i am good at it&lt;br /&gt;fuck...half of my family didnt even know i was pregnant&lt;br /&gt;that still pisses me off too...&lt;br /&gt;another secret&lt;br /&gt;i had just got out from under all of my secrets...&lt;br /&gt;all of my wrongs were being mended..&lt;br /&gt;everything was going well...&lt;br /&gt;and then....i do that&lt;br /&gt;but...aiden  shouldn't be a secret&lt;br /&gt;but god forbid that i  upset anyone ..&lt;br /&gt;anyway...that is a whole other issue that i dont wanna get into now......&lt;br /&gt;i just want everyone to know...i dont lay around and cry&lt;br /&gt;if i feel it coming on, or feel like i get emotional..i take it to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;christ....dj doesnt even know i cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;so family,  friends...&lt;br /&gt;set your minds at ease&lt;br /&gt;i dont cry in front of anyone..&lt;br /&gt;my family is fine&lt;br /&gt;my kids are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;i can take care of me&lt;br /&gt;i dont need anyone to do it for me&lt;br /&gt;so stop telling me that my family needs me&lt;br /&gt;just stop&lt;br /&gt;not one of you reading this blog knows what the fuck i am going through&lt;br /&gt;nor can you tell me how much time i should have&lt;br /&gt;let me describe this to you in a way that you may understand&lt;br /&gt;imagine you got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;and the doctor tells you that you can have the baby but he i sick and will be taken away after he is born....&lt;br /&gt;the whole time you are pregnant, you know that you are not going to be the one that takes care of him, or that will be with him, but you will see him occasionally&lt;br /&gt;and you think you are alright..&lt;br /&gt;that you will be fine&lt;br /&gt;then he is born and they lay him on top of you and you look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;and he is you&lt;br /&gt;then a few days later he is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;and that is the part that hurts alot...&lt;br /&gt;it is literally painful&lt;br /&gt;people...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to tell you how i am feeling&lt;br /&gt;all i know is it sucks&lt;br /&gt;and i know that i fucking made this choice..&lt;br /&gt;but shit, &lt;br /&gt;it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;its like a mourning..&lt;br /&gt;so like i have said before....&lt;br /&gt;if you click on the page and read&lt;br /&gt;then you should be happy that i am talking about it&lt;br /&gt;that i am using this page to vent..&lt;br /&gt;to sort through this haze&lt;br /&gt;these feelings that i have never felt before&lt;br /&gt;i used this page to vent&lt;br /&gt;this is for me&lt;br /&gt;this is just mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7292733683292449117?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4211227351211356224</id><published>2008-03-04T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:20:34.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let me go</title><content type='html'>i am sitting here..&lt;br /&gt;collin taking a nap is very unusual and so is the site of my house being clean&lt;br /&gt;so inbetween loads of laundry i am thinking of him today&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of a lot&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why did i do it&lt;br /&gt;why did i let him go&lt;br /&gt;i am a coward&lt;br /&gt;the words "to give him a better life"&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;easy&lt;br /&gt;did i give lily away to give her a better life&lt;br /&gt;abby&lt;br /&gt;collin&lt;br /&gt;i know the reasons&lt;br /&gt;deep down are true&lt;br /&gt;i know the acceptance thing&lt;br /&gt;i know i would lose my husband&lt;br /&gt;but he is mine&lt;br /&gt;was mine&lt;br /&gt;and these thoughts are really starting to drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;and everyone keeps giving me things to do to keep my mind off of it...&lt;br /&gt;but i have come to realize today is that&lt;br /&gt;I AM NEVER GOING TO NOT THINK OF HIM&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYTHING I DO MAKES ME THINK OF HIM&lt;br /&gt;i am not washing his clothes&lt;br /&gt;and when i make koolaid...i should be making bottles&lt;br /&gt;and when i change collins diaper..is should be changing his&lt;br /&gt;i started to scapbook again ..... should i be doing one for him&lt;br /&gt;i have the box of the things i kept from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;i opened the box and inside was the onesie and hat he wore when he was with me...&lt;br /&gt;the first blanket that he was wrapped in when they gave him to me....&lt;br /&gt;his pacifier that was left on the bed when they took him from me....&lt;br /&gt;my bracelet and i begin again to cry .....&lt;br /&gt;uncontrollably...&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;there is a hole in my heart that is just never going to mend&lt;br /&gt;let me go&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone for a while&lt;br /&gt;dont ask if i want to go anwhere because i dont&lt;br /&gt;dont ask if i want to fucking excersise, or go for a walk&lt;br /&gt;because i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;dont fucking ask me if i am ok.....&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT&lt;br /&gt;just leave me hurt so that i can heal&lt;br /&gt;let me cry&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i want to be ok&lt;br /&gt;i cannot let go yet&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;i need to get some time under my belt before i can just move on..&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the answers this time&lt;br /&gt;no one does&lt;br /&gt;but just listen to me&lt;br /&gt;let me go&lt;br /&gt;so i can let go....&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4211227351211356224?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4211227351211356224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4211227351211356224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4211227351211356224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4211227351211356224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-me-go.html' title='let me go'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1600398418178907630</id><published>2008-03-03T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:12:55.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>middle feeling?</title><content type='html'>ok...&lt;br /&gt;so i sit here thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;we were at the park today and i thought of him being with us there, in the stroller, enjoying the weather&lt;br /&gt;then i really look at that picture of him&lt;br /&gt;the same as i always do&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time tonight...&lt;br /&gt;i look at someone elses child&lt;br /&gt;and it is a totally different feeling&lt;br /&gt;it is not sad&lt;br /&gt;it is not happy&lt;br /&gt;it still is a hurt&lt;br /&gt;but it is different&lt;br /&gt;i geuss it is a middle feeling&lt;br /&gt;but when i look tonight and look at him, i get pains in my chest&lt;br /&gt;because i realize...he will not know me as my own children do...&lt;br /&gt;not mom&lt;br /&gt;jen...birthmother&lt;br /&gt;i geuss i am beginning to be ok&lt;br /&gt;as much as it hurts, i am coming to accept it&lt;br /&gt;that i will always have an ache....&lt;br /&gt;my scar...&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to explain it......&lt;br /&gt;he is not mine...&lt;br /&gt;but when i see his eyes...i see me&lt;br /&gt;it is like an out of body experience..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could explain better&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the right words right now&lt;br /&gt;for my own sanity!&lt;br /&gt;i wish this was easy&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;br /&gt;but then again...when have i ever made anything in my life easy...&lt;br /&gt;i miss him still&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1600398418178907630?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7348019244301021484</id><published>2008-03-03T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:50:56.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8ycw2z-DcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eUr97PxapIQ/s1600-h/aiden+one+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173682435103002050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8ycw2z-DcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eUr97PxapIQ/s200/aiden+one+month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....officially one month&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7348019244301021484?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7348019244301021484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7348019244301021484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7348019244301021484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7348019244301021484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-cute.html' title='how cute'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8ycw2z-DcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eUr97PxapIQ/s72-c/aiden+one+month.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7641518906258764386</id><published>2008-03-03T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:41:29.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a mom</title><content type='html'>Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom -&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on.Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom -&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom -&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this in an email today...&lt;br /&gt;it really hit me&lt;br /&gt;you know, i think that i am having such a hard time with this whole thing...cause this is who i am&lt;br /&gt;I AM A MOM&lt;br /&gt;that is my job&lt;br /&gt;it is what i always wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;it is me&lt;br /&gt;and he was mine and i gave him away&lt;br /&gt;being a mom&lt;br /&gt;it is what i know&lt;br /&gt;it is all i know right now&lt;br /&gt;so all of you reding this blog&lt;br /&gt;please keep these word in mind when you tell me that everything is going to be ok&lt;br /&gt;it s not gonna be for a long time...possibly ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7641518906258764386?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7641518906258764386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7641518906258764386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7641518906258764386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7641518906258764386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-mom.html' title='i am a mom'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5535538254637385251</id><published>2008-03-03T09:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:15:17.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>yester day he was a month old&lt;br /&gt;i feel like it has been a year&lt;br /&gt;i am tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5535538254637385251?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-8626065610917012840</id><published>2008-03-02T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:33:47.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>did you  ever have a dream that you were back to one moment in your life that you dont ever want to be again.......&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning, missing him so much...&lt;br /&gt;the hollow feeling,&lt;br /&gt;lump in my throat..&lt;br /&gt;all due to a horrible dream...&lt;br /&gt;i was there&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;in the hospital room&lt;br /&gt;holding him&lt;br /&gt;wiping my tears from his face&lt;br /&gt;almost to the point of throwing up&lt;br /&gt;the pain was overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;the clock ticking&lt;br /&gt;"we have to take him now....."&lt;br /&gt;"no,  i need  a couple minutes..please......please leave me alone.......please"&lt;br /&gt;that was the day he was gone from  me&lt;br /&gt;the day i wish so much i could forget&lt;br /&gt;the day that is haunting my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;my days are getting better&lt;br /&gt;not all of them are so dark..&lt;br /&gt;but today is i geuss...&lt;br /&gt;right now is..&lt;br /&gt;moment, by moment, it does get a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;i geuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-8626065610917012840?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8626065610917012840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=8626065610917012840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8626065610917012840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8626065610917012840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-2008858076762358450</id><published>2008-02-28T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:18:27.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost a month old.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8dOERvoVCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/brFHSaEw3Zk/s1600-h/aiden+bouncer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172188532447925282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="235" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8dOERvoVCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/brFHSaEw3Zk/s200/aiden+bouncer.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i mean really....how cute is he...&lt;br /&gt;almost a month old&lt;br /&gt;some days it doesnt seem that long ago...&lt;br /&gt;others...it seems like months...&lt;br /&gt;and then some, just feels like a dream...&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe how much he changes and how cute he is&lt;br /&gt;joe sends me emails all the time&lt;br /&gt;he is at home with him now...he has paternity leave&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt like to take him out to public places much...he is too little...so it is just the two of them  at home...&lt;br /&gt;well...not much else to say...&lt;br /&gt;i am ok today&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling tired alot&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i am all of a sudden having nightmares and not just about him..&lt;br /&gt;about everyone and everything in my life&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;i look like shit&lt;br /&gt;i am worn out&lt;br /&gt;i want a change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-2008858076762358450?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2008858076762358450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=2008858076762358450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2008858076762358450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2008858076762358450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/almost-month-old.html' title='almost a month old.........'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8dOERvoVCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/brFHSaEw3Zk/s72-c/aiden+bouncer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5401595562065569375</id><published>2008-02-27T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:25:25.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>group</title><content type='html'>i went to my first "group" last night&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;i cried hearing the other stories&lt;br /&gt;i cried when they asked me to talk&lt;br /&gt;and i appreciated every second of it&lt;br /&gt;there are other women who have the same feelings i do&lt;br /&gt;who still struggle, 1, 2, 4  ... however many years down the line&lt;br /&gt;and it is ok&lt;br /&gt;they still grieve ...but they live&lt;br /&gt;like the scar&lt;br /&gt;my scar i will carry is still well...open..healing..&lt;br /&gt;i have to take care of my wounds you know&lt;br /&gt;and i am&lt;br /&gt;and i will be able to cope with this one day&lt;br /&gt;i get many emails from people who read this blog, some i dont even know&lt;br /&gt;i get many mixed feelings, words of encouragement, critiscism...&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day...its just me and my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;my memory of him&lt;br /&gt;my hopes of new memories to be made with him&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine a day that i wont thing of him&lt;br /&gt;or a day that i dont cry for him&lt;br /&gt;i love him&lt;br /&gt;and everyday of my life i will regret this decision in a way&lt;br /&gt;regret&lt;br /&gt;story of my life&lt;br /&gt;but in another way...i wont....&lt;br /&gt;seeing them with him, knowing the life they have given him..&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5401595562065569375?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5401595562065569375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=5401595562065569375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5401595562065569375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5401595562065569375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/group.html' title='group'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7971872133550706204</id><published>2008-02-26T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:09:34.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is going on</title><content type='html'>i am just sitting here wondering about a bunch of things..&lt;br /&gt;weeding through these feelings...&lt;br /&gt;i hid my emotions yesterday...put all this sadness on the back burner...&lt;br /&gt;played with collin...on his level&lt;br /&gt;made a wonderful dinner..&lt;br /&gt;had fun with my kids...&lt;br /&gt;and yet..today..i feel worse..&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinking of the dads&lt;br /&gt;about how much contact we had before the birth&lt;br /&gt;about how much i felt like they really cared&lt;br /&gt;about how much i felt like we had a "special"connection&lt;br /&gt;and about how now, i barely hear from them&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how they can look at him and not think of me..&lt;br /&gt;i know the lines are hard right now..&lt;br /&gt;but i just almost feel used&lt;br /&gt;it sucks&lt;br /&gt;i gave them a peice of me&lt;br /&gt;my son&lt;br /&gt;i know this is hard...he is with a loving family...&lt;br /&gt;i geuss i am just pissy&lt;br /&gt;angry&lt;br /&gt;debating wether or not to even say anything&lt;br /&gt;and it s not just them&lt;br /&gt;i am angry with so much&lt;br /&gt;that i am not even well enough to keep my sons party scheduled for this week&lt;br /&gt;because i am afraid of bursting into tears...&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed at the dads&lt;br /&gt;i am mad at me most of all for doing it in the first place&lt;br /&gt;for creating this life&lt;br /&gt;that i gave a way&lt;br /&gt;so is this part of the healing&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;rage&lt;br /&gt;i geuss&lt;br /&gt;i geuss i will just have to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7971872133550706204?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7971872133550706204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7971872133550706204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7971872133550706204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7971872133550706204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-going-on.html' title='what is going on'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-2953415766835284687</id><published>2008-02-25T08:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:57:56.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the newest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8LIphvoVBI/AAAAAAAAADs/6LqseHOgn_Q/s1600-h/KwrL8FlwcLC-vuzfDg62Bb2FTLgO3J9U0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170915937933087762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="197" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R8LIphvoVBI/AAAAAAAAADs/6LqseHOgn_Q/s200/KwrL8FlwcLC-vuzfDg62Bb2FTLgO3J9U0300.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just like to put any new pics of this little cutie up as soon as they send them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am sure that aunt kath wants to see, the mits are off and the nails are trim...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is so beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they say is very content, doesnt cry much and sleeps all night...a wonderful baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did we expect any different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and he is now 10lbs 2 oz and 22 inches long....too cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-2953415766835284687?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2953415766835284687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=2953415766835284687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2953415766835284687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/2953415766835284687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/newest.html' title='the newest'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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to heal and i realized sometimes there arent words&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it isnt something you need to fix or make better&lt;br /&gt;you just need to learn to cope..&lt;br /&gt;i often think of a cut.&lt;br /&gt;when it first happens, it hurts so much and then it starts to form a protective scab and then finally a scar&lt;br /&gt;i know you are hurting so bad right now and i m not going to say it will be ok~because you and i know it will never be. &lt;br /&gt;but the cut will scab and the scab will scar~but can t and shouldn t be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;we all have scars and to some degree they tell the story of our life...some you can see and some you cant...."&lt;br /&gt;These words meant so much to me....&lt;br /&gt;i dont expect people to understand what i am going through..&lt;br /&gt;i dont&lt;br /&gt;but when i read her letter....it amazed me at how "right" those words are!&lt;br /&gt;I love you sista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-8090504412491580097</id><published>2008-02-20T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:34:53.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>close your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7yOtxvoVAI/AAAAAAAAADk/93PYPNqUz5A/s1600-h/100_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169163389412856834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7yOtxvoVAI/AAAAAAAAADk/93PYPNqUz5A/s200/100_0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the sun is slowly sinking down, the moon is surely rising. This old world must still be spinning round, and I still love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So close your eyes. You can close your eyes it's alright. I don't know no love songs. I can't sing the blues anymore, but I can sing this song, and you can sing this song when I'm gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it won't be long before another day, and we're gonna have a good time. No one's gonna take that time away, and you can stay as long as you like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So close your eyes. You can close your eyes it's alright. I don't know no love songs. I can't sing the blues anymore, but I can sing this song, and you can sing this song when I'm gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is the song by james taylor...close your eyes....&lt;br /&gt;i found these lyrics today...it is the song that i sang to him over and over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope one day that i will sing it to him again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it helps me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hurts me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i geuss the situation i find myself in is a lose lose situation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just cant win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i move on, i feel guilty like i am leaving him behind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i cry, i feel guilty for the time i am losing with my kids.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just need to find an in between ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a happy medium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill let you know when i get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-8090504412491580097?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8090504412491580097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=8090504412491580097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8090504412491580097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/8090504412491580097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/close-your-eyes.html' title='close your eyes'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7yOtxvoVAI/AAAAAAAAADk/93PYPNqUz5A/s72-c/100_0330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3532815649164374444</id><published>2008-02-20T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:33:07.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its not me</title><content type='html'>so...i sat for a while..&lt;br /&gt;its quiet today...snowing&lt;br /&gt;collin is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and i just looked at that picture...&lt;br /&gt;his eyes&lt;br /&gt;his nose&lt;br /&gt;his hair&lt;br /&gt;he is me....&lt;br /&gt;he is me and i just have this numb feeling today&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold him&lt;br /&gt;i want to so bad that is hurts&lt;br /&gt;and this hurt is so different..&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days i have done what i do best...&lt;br /&gt;block&lt;br /&gt;i blocked him out...i blocked out this hurt&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i laughed&lt;br /&gt;yes i got out of the house&lt;br /&gt;but today..i geuss i am worse&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to accept this pain and grow with it&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to let go&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to do this....&lt;br /&gt;is there a counselor or someone that is going to tell me&lt;br /&gt;give me a copy of an article that says how to let it all go..&lt;br /&gt;i think not&lt;br /&gt;i have taken all the kind words in&lt;br /&gt;the "you are an awesome person"&lt;br /&gt;"you are selfless"&lt;br /&gt;those words, although they are very kind...&lt;br /&gt;dont mean shit to me right now&lt;br /&gt;because every time i hear , jen you did the right thing, or jen, you are so selfless&lt;br /&gt;in my head i hear..."you are a coward....you created a life you could not take care of...you are cruel, this kids is growing up without his mother..."&lt;br /&gt;and believe me it gets much worse&lt;br /&gt;i am getting angry&lt;br /&gt;i am sad&lt;br /&gt;i hurt&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of this ...it is making me insane i think&lt;br /&gt;yes i am ok, because like through my whole life..i have always known the "right"thing to say or do....i may not have always done or said the right thing...but in the back of my mind, i knew ...&lt;br /&gt;but what now&lt;br /&gt;what is the right thing now&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know that i have to take care of my kids, my husband, me&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i am not supposed to cry in front of them..cause god forbid they know that i hurt..&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i am suppose to go on with my life..go on with out him...&lt;br /&gt;and that is what hurts&lt;br /&gt;you can all tell me that he will know me, he has to know that he has a mom....&lt;br /&gt;its not the same people&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt have me&lt;br /&gt;i am not there&lt;br /&gt;i am not feeding him&lt;br /&gt;i am not comforting him when he cries&lt;br /&gt;i am not changing him&lt;br /&gt;and most of all&lt;br /&gt;i am not the one that just holds him..just because......just to hold him&lt;br /&gt;it s not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3532815649164374444?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3532815649164374444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3532815649164374444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3532815649164374444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3532815649164374444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-not-me.html' title='its not me'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-2745535290437105903</id><published>2008-02-20T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:37:08.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7wqxRvoU_I/AAAAAAAAADc/HvD4LdUejtI/s1600-h/aiden+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169053498379621362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7wqxRvoU_I/AAAAAAAAADc/HvD4LdUejtI/s320/aiden+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the newest picture of aiden and i had to post it...i cannot believe how alert he is and how much he has changed in such a short time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean ..really, how beautiful is he??????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we decided topencil in july 19th as a first visit date and i am very excited to see him...see how he is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have mixed emotions today....but i am alright..he is so beautiful....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-2745535290437105903?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=138509206234849095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/138509206234849095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/138509206234849095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-ok.html' title='i am ok'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7672223307965189667</id><published>2008-02-13T12:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:28:22.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one more minute</title><content type='html'>i would give anything to go back...&lt;br /&gt;just to have one more day with him..&lt;br /&gt;alone with him..even if it was in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;just to smell him&lt;br /&gt;hold him so he can hear my heart beating...&lt;br /&gt;just one more day.....&lt;br /&gt;i would have stayed longer&lt;br /&gt;i would have told him more&lt;br /&gt;i would have never let him go......&lt;br /&gt;to hold him&lt;br /&gt;god   i hate this&lt;br /&gt;i am banning myself from this blog for a while&lt;br /&gt;it is getting harder instead of easier&lt;br /&gt;somedays i have to be reminded to take a shower&lt;br /&gt;and my laundry is piled up to the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;my kitchen floor hasnt seen mr clean in weeks....&lt;br /&gt;i have been consumed in this sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;i am like the tears of a clown...&lt;br /&gt;i can put on a good game face, for other parents, school, friends..&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to get out of this&lt;br /&gt;anti depressants are only leveling me out....NOTHING is going to take this pain away&lt;br /&gt;this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;and while sometimes i feel like i am feeling sorry for myself....&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i am just trying to put one foot in front of the other...&lt;br /&gt;i am tired&lt;br /&gt;i am manic&lt;br /&gt;i dont know who i am anymore&lt;br /&gt;the girl that gave away her baby&lt;br /&gt;the girl that looks in the eyes of her children, knowing they have a little brother out there...&lt;br /&gt;my daughters are just amazed at how the "surgery"is making my belly small....&lt;br /&gt;what are they going to think of me when they get older..&lt;br /&gt;is it going to be that picture of the cute family picnics...with aiden and jared, josh, lily and abby and collin&lt;br /&gt;or are they all just going to hate me for my decision&lt;br /&gt;who knows i geuss&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7672223307965189667?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7672223307965189667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7672223307965189667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7672223307965189667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7672223307965189667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-more-minute.html' title='one more minute'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6928832566225118820</id><published>2008-02-13T08:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:14:10.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just thinkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7L2jBvoU6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YhH-1TW6gQc/s1600-h/100_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166462804171445154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7L2jBvoU6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YhH-1TW6gQc/s320/100_0176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just had to post one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was replying to the email that the dads sent to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was thinking ....as much as i want him here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he would never be loved as he is there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he would always be looked at as "that kid"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as much love as i could give him, i cannot protect him from that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is where he belongs....with two people that love him unconditionally.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That look at him as their own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7L3_hvoU-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kwAy8LiTLjQ/s1600-h/100_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166464393309344738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7L3_hvoU-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kwAy8LiTLjQ/s200/100_0183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Gods hands..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my hands..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7L3ohvoU9I/AAAAAAAAADI/nL9LsPgCWqM/s1600-h/100_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166463998172353490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7L3ohvoU9I/AAAAAAAAADI/nL9LsPgCWqM/s200/100_0187.jpg" width="254" height="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always love him....always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he is where he belongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6928832566225118820?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6928832566225118820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6928832566225118820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6928832566225118820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6928832566225118820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-thinkin.html' title='just thinkin'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7L2jBvoU6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YhH-1TW6gQc/s72-c/100_0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3368316864761902958</id><published>2008-02-13T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:22:41.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am.....I dont know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7LgaBvoU5I/AAAAAAAAACs/9OXRtmjmMQc/s1600-h/new+aiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166438460296811410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7LgaBvoU5I/AAAAAAAAACs/9OXRtmjmMQc/s320/new+aiden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My little man...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the newest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he is very alert....he loves being read to and he is sleeping all night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he must feel comfortable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hurt so much when i see hime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed out on getting to know this beautiful creature........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It hurts so much..its not getting better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCK &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when am i just gonna feel ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when am going to stop crying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when is someone going to stop this pain in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it hurts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3368316864761902958?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3368316864761902958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3368316864761902958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3368316864761902958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3368316864761902958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-ami-dont-know.html' title='I am.....I dont know'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7LgaBvoU5I/AAAAAAAAACs/9OXRtmjmMQc/s72-c/new+aiden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3711653483716436581</id><published>2008-02-12T15:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:33:38.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I find it really annoying</title><content type='html'>you are reading these blogs and not commenting...I know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;Just listen, if you stop by and read..leave me a little hello so i know you were here...&lt;br /&gt;this site is not only for debby and my family..let me put it this way&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this then i myself gave you the address..so you are family....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3711653483716436581?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3711653483716436581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3711653483716436581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3711653483716436581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3711653483716436581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-find-it-really-annoying.html' title='I find it really annoying'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-5207492336975458921</id><published>2008-02-12T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T05:30:00.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7F1DxvoU4I/AAAAAAAAACk/NQ39ahn2tO4/s1600-h/100_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166038955323839362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7F1DxvoU4I/AAAAAAAAACk/NQ39ahn2tO4/s320/100_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said before...jut when you think you are out...it pulls you back in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am awake again at 5:24 am ..then i get to thinkin....5:24..well, aiden was born at 2:54.same numbers...i awake at this time often...or notice the time,....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i think too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am missing him a lot today....I feel my lump returning to the back of my throat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to hold him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to feel that tiny breath on my face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold his little wrinkled fingers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want this feeling to go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-5207492336975458921?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5207492336975458921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=5207492336975458921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5207492336975458921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/5207492336975458921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-when-you-think_12.html' title='Just when you think......'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R7F1DxvoU4I/AAAAAAAAACk/NQ39ahn2tO4/s72-c/100_0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6466231182020458504</id><published>2008-02-10T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:00:43.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let everyone know that I am having a good day....I almost felt guilty today not crying but I made it a whole day with no tears....&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from the dads and the baby is doing well...they got their clearance and are home in New York...I got pictures of him with his cousin and Gram...they all have so much joy  and Aiden..who by the way was a week old yesterday...looks wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;I miss him and love him and  like i said before..Seeing him with his family brings me much happiness...i will add pictures later..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and thank you for your kind words ...even if they are not posted as comments...They mean more to me than you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6466231182020458504?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6466231182020458504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6466231182020458504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6466231182020458504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6466231182020458504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7431285644199927398</id><published>2008-02-08T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:55:03.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas Aiden....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6yzGzjAOQI/AAAAAAAAACc/7CF2MrMo1xQ/s1600-h/aiden+and+aunt+linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164699802184726786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6yzGzjAOQI/AAAAAAAAACc/7CF2MrMo1xQ/s320/aiden+and+aunt+linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6yyUzjAOPI/AAAAAAAAACU/HKbf_3Oqef4/s1600-h/aiden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164698943191267570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6yyUzjAOPI/AAAAAAAAACU/HKbf_3Oqef4/s320/aiden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the newest picture of Lucas ....aiden..  And him with his Aunt Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they joy in her face is priceless....they love him so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am a prt of giving that to them....this picture helped me so much today! Looking at it from that point of view...that i gave this family happiness is touching .... happy tears today...he is home..with his family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he seems so peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blanket by the way....is from me...so he always had something near him from his mama...he sleeps on it....i am with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you aiden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7431285644199927398?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7431285644199927398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7431285644199927398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7431285644199927398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7431285644199927398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-newest-picture-of-lucas.html' title='Lucas Aiden....'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6yzGzjAOQI/AAAAAAAAACc/7CF2MrMo1xQ/s72-c/aiden+and+aunt+linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3249518122901640558</id><published>2008-02-08T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:11:12.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think</title><content type='html'>things cant feel any worse...you get the copy of the adoption documents in the mail....&lt;br /&gt;just a reminder that it is final..&lt;br /&gt;that he is gone.....&lt;br /&gt;that i gave him away....&lt;br /&gt;that someone will love him, already do&lt;br /&gt;but he will not know my love...&lt;br /&gt;my arms...&lt;br /&gt;my touch...&lt;br /&gt;my voice...&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article and a poem from a birth mom that said something like, she talked to him for her 72 hours in the hospital...hoping that somewhere in his brain, she would inbed her voice, so that somewhere down the line, in a restaurant, a mall, when she spoke, he would recognize her voice...&lt;br /&gt;I can relate&lt;br /&gt;I hoped for the same thing&lt;br /&gt;I still do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3249518122901640558?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3249518122901640558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3249518122901640558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3249518122901640558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3249518122901640558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-when-you-think.html' title='Just when you think'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3876647612010892187</id><published>2008-02-08T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T05:24:50.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am at a one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6wt4TjAOMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5krbqFyzJtw/s1600-h/100_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164553318030129346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6wt4TjAOMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5krbqFyzJtw/s320/100_0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here i sit at 5 am...wondering why i cant sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel twinges of pain in my breasts, cramps where i once felt kicks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when things are up...i come down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again the tears are flowing...again i am wondering if he is missing me the way i am him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is this going to get better....someone please come and take this pain away..i am begging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to feel normal again...to just be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3876647612010892187?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3876647612010892187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3876647612010892187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3876647612010892187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3876647612010892187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-at-one.html' title='I am at a one'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6wt4TjAOMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5krbqFyzJtw/s72-c/100_0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4711615449852677423</id><published>2008-02-07T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:29:23.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiden Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6uS1TjAOKI/AAAAAAAAABo/kMVac_xLlZo/s1600-h/100_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164382842188216482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6uS1TjAOKI/AAAAAAAAABo/kMVac_xLlZo/s320/100_0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little FYI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiden (his name is Lucas Aiden but will forever be aiden to me) has arrived safely in Philadelphia at his aunts house where he will be staying with his dads until they are cleared by the state to go home to New York. His family has already fallen in lov with him, as we all new they would. I am assured by Rick and Joe that they tell him of his adoption nightly and how much his mother loves him...he is sleeping all night (waking only to eat and change diaper) and is doing well...slept the whole ride to Philly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end of the email read....We love you and so does Lucas....enough said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you too........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4711615449852677423?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4711615449852677423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4711615449852677423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4711615449852677423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4711615449852677423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/aiden-update.html' title='Aiden Update'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6uS1TjAOKI/AAAAAAAAABo/kMVac_xLlZo/s72-c/100_0264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-4036904402626013305</id><published>2008-02-07T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:40:20.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6uHADjAOJI/AAAAAAAAABg/AT24I58Q4Gs/s1600-h/100_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164369832732276882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6uHADjAOJI/AAAAAAAAABg/AT24I58Q4Gs/s320/100_0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have joined a few message boards and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it amazes me the way women can bond together without ever meeting....thoughts and feelings that are shared have been amazing to me and it makes me feel good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to mention the amazing love that i have from my kids...they are too young to know what was going on..in my opinion....and knew i was having surgery...when i came home i was overwhelmed with hugs and especially my abs....when she caught me in tears a few times, i felt her little hand and her cute smile saying...."it's ok mommy, it will be ok, do you want to hold my hand?" Abby has such a big heart and mine melts at the thought of all she does to brighten my day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-4036904402626013305?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4036904402626013305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=4036904402626013305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4036904402626013305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/4036904402626013305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/other-support.html' title='Other Support'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6uHADjAOJI/AAAAAAAAABg/AT24I58Q4Gs/s72-c/100_0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-424541970969859067</id><published>2008-02-07T12:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:49:04.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6tC9DjAOII/AAAAAAAAABU/aW3rhpNnD6s/s1600-h/100_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164295014401980546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6tC9DjAOII/AAAAAAAAABU/aW3rhpNnD6s/s320/100_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was afraid to touch him, afraid to make even the slightest bond with this little person....her grandson...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am glad you did mom....I am happy that you were there and got to see how beautiful he is...that you got to look into his eyes, to touch him, you are a part of his life now and will be always...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you are scared for me right now and are not sure how to help...and the only thing i can say is..I know i am difficult and i lknow that i am irrational alot lately....just keep doing what you are doing..calling, checking, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You dont know how much you helped me yesterday when you said "he will be loved there unconditionally"..and all of the things that you said to me really made me sit and realize why i decided to do this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that i am gonna have good and bad days...just knowing that i have a mother that loves me no matter what, makes it a tiny bit easier...I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-424541970969859067?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/424541970969859067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=424541970969859067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/424541970969859067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/424541970969859067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6tC9DjAOII/AAAAAAAAABU/aW3rhpNnD6s/s72-c/100_0206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6446151391284340464</id><published>2008-02-07T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:49:19.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T ASK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6sKpTjAOGI/AAAAAAAAABE/yM30mDOnlgk/s1600-h/100_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164233102448408674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6sKpTjAOGI/AAAAAAAAABE/yM30mDOnlgk/s320/100_0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These days are hard....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seem to be doing fine and then in the middle of Gian Eagle i see a new mom with a tiny baby and begin to loose it...had to leave the store&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was trying to get out of the house...get some air and it seems that everywhere i go i am reminded of him...it doesnt take much to get me upset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am trying people, i am, but like i said....it hurts and i know it is going to for a long time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mornings are the hardest for me....all the emotions come flooding back and i cry alot...alot...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it seems that i am dong ok and then someone will call and ask how i am doing.....then i loose it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DONT ASK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just call me to ask how the kids are or if i ant to get out of the house or something.. jsut dont ask how i am doing....lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can read the blog to find out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6446151391284340464?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6446151391284340464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6446151391284340464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6446151391284340464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6446151391284340464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-ask.html' title='DON&apos;T ASK'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6sKpTjAOGI/AAAAAAAAABE/yM30mDOnlgk/s72-c/100_0325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1546035999452855881</id><published>2008-02-06T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:57:41.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mama said there would be days like this.....</title><content type='html'>So i geuss i was a little over reactive this morning...maybe not&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting right now and i feel like instead of getting better it is getting worse...&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have voiced your opinion to me about being worried i may fall back into the old pattern of my life...to self medicate...&lt;br /&gt;i want to reassure everyone, i will not go down that road...I know that my kids need me sane...and one day when aiden knows me...he needs to hear good things and i dont want to be that person again..&lt;br /&gt;Yes...i am a little mental right now..yes, i am sad a lot...but i am allowing myself to feel these things...to let myself hurt..to cry, to grieve if you will...&lt;br /&gt;I know that one day i will be happy again...i look at my kids now and i am ...they make me smile...i dont want them to see me cry, because they dont know why....&lt;br /&gt;one day they will understand&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is .........I know that i made the right choice..aiden will be loved without judgement, unconditionally......&lt;br /&gt;i stand by my choice, yes, but i want everyone to know ...it hurts....let me hurt....let me cry&lt;br /&gt;its ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1546035999452855881?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1546035999452855881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=1546035999452855881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1546035999452855881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1546035999452855881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/mama-said-there-would-be-days-like-this.html' title='mama said there would be days like this.....'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-7244178720680508820</id><published>2008-02-06T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:54:30.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop The Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6nYFzjAOFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4FhULM3-WHU/s1600-h/100_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163896042004953170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6nYFzjAOFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4FhULM3-WHU/s320/100_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..so my therapist (thats you deb....lol)says when i am feeling this way to list the positive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what i saw when i walked in their hotel room last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw two very happy dads....two dads that have fears, and hopes and dreams and that have waited a long time to love aiden (lucas aiden)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they look at him like they birthed him themselves and for this i am grateful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am lucky to have two such men in his life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that will love him and give him more than i ever could..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i have to say this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love this child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not giving him away because i dont....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait i said to myself that i wasnt gonna do that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;think positive jen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful that i found two wonderful men that will give him all the love that i would have and probably even more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the fact that they want me in his life, that I will always be his mom...(get it cause he has two dads) and they want him to know his brothers and sisters when the time is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have love for me as well, and throughout this whole thing, have done what I wanted and now it is their turn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the dad...the parent, the one i trusted to love my son...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ok with this...i am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to allow myself these days of craziness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these days of wanting him back...these overwhelming feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i learned anything in rehab it is the saying ":this too shall pass"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i hurt and cry and want him, I know he is in a wonderful home and with wonderful parents that love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have to allow myself....the time, the hurt, the tears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-7244178720680508820?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7244178720680508820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=7244178720680508820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7244178720680508820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/7244178720680508820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-madness.html' title='Stop The Madness'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6nYFzjAOFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4FhULM3-WHU/s72-c/100_0307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6692694329643231166</id><published>2008-02-06T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:29:42.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6nSRTjAOEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_5CmQX0oqHA/s1600-h/100_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163889642503682114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6nSRTjAOEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_5CmQX0oqHA/s320/100_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i doing.......&lt;br /&gt;is aiden crying for me, the mother that abandonded him...that put him in the hand of complete strangers&lt;br /&gt;what if he just wants my arms around him and i am not there&lt;br /&gt;does he just need to hear my heart, lay his little head on my chest to hear my voice to feel me breath......and i am not there&lt;br /&gt;this is torture&lt;br /&gt;i miss his face&lt;br /&gt;i miss his breath&lt;br /&gt;did i do the right thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6692694329643231166?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6692694329643231166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6692694329643231166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6692694329643231166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6692694329643231166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-am-i-doing.html' title='what am i doing'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6nSRTjAOEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_5CmQX0oqHA/s72-c/100_0327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-1429564794385897000</id><published>2008-02-06T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:47:35.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6m2wzjAOBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXf77t_raQI/s1600-h/100_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163859397343983634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6m2wzjAOBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXf77t_raQI/s320/100_0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6m2xTjAOCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iRVR2akHcFw/s1600-h/100_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163859405933918242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6m2xTjAOCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iRVR2akHcFw/s320/100_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6m2xzjAODI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PFZsqE4Swh8/s1600-h/100_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163859414523852850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6m2xzjAODI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PFZsqE4Swh8/s320/100_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today...I feel hungover....I didn't expect to still feel shitty after how wonderful I felt last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see him...He is absolutely beautiful...I mean, he has perfect skin and hair and he is honestly just perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is killing me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the attorney came last night and I signed all the papers...he is officially not mine anymore.....He will always be mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt find the room last night and then heard the cry...I flew to the room and was welcomed by Rick and Joe....and there he was..laying on the bed....just perfect...they said he had some gas and that he has been really fussy....I picked him up and I know that you will say he cant see...but when he looked at me, he smiled...twice...and I swear he knew me, my voice...he was very calm...and he fell asleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt stay long...i felt good with the visit and they leave today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I have abandoned him....does he miss me.....is he crying for me at night...he doesnt have his mama to hold him close and sing to him.....and the truth is ... i dont have him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THis pain inside me is like no other I have ever felt...I feel empty, alone, lost, like i need to puke most of the time and I just want to be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that everyone must be thinking...she has to be ok...the kids will keep her busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the truth is, the kids are a reminder of him...his brothers and sisters he doesnt have...how mych they woiuld just love him and yet, they dont even know about him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i could scream, i wish i could let everyone know i am going crazy inside..i want to crawl into a dark hole and cry ....just cry hard and what sucks is i am cryig, right now as we speak....the feeling of wanting him back is wso overwhelming today that i dont know what to do with myself....He is mine...my son and i just gave him away....why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because he came from a bad situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because dj wouldnt want him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i cant afford it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well those reasons are bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sit here and think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the fuck did i really do this for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cant remember....cause right now....it hurts so much and i just want him back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-1429564794385897000?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1429564794385897000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=1429564794385897000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1429564794385897000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/1429564794385897000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/visit.html' title='The Visit'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6m2wzjAOBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OXf77t_raQI/s72-c/100_0346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-6635419786390917981</id><published>2008-02-05T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:40:42.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6jJITjAOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lTwmqaUlZNQ/s1600-h/100_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163598117303498754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6jJITjAOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lTwmqaUlZNQ/s320/100_0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going in circles...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to see him again and I am going to tonight...one last farwell..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know if it is right or wrong but in my heart I feel i need this...to see him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank God that his parents are so understanding of my needs .... I love them just as much as I do him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So wish me luck....I will post later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-6635419786390917981?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6635419786390917981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=6635419786390917981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6635419786390917981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/6635419786390917981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-going-in-circles.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6jJITjAOAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lTwmqaUlZNQ/s72-c/100_0344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3054673537308687794.post-3349368620695941340</id><published>2008-02-05T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:40:04.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See you soon aiden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6h5CjjAN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qy4qF2ElrqQ/s1600-h/100_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163510057589028850" style="CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6h5CjjAN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qy4qF2ElrqQ/s320/100_0251.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with a little help from my friend, I have decided to give my self an outlet...somewhere to get all these feelings out.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to first thank my mom...she has stood beside me throughout my life, but nothing can compare to the hand that held mine this weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank my mother in law for the very love that i refused to accept from her for so long...she has shown me support and love and respect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most of all, my friend Debby....I cannot find words that can express the feelings I have for you...your love, your support and your shoulder mean more to me than youwill ever know.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on Saturday, Feb 2, 2008, at 2:54pm I brought a new life into this world...Aiden William...8lbs 14 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the doctors placed him on my stomach....all the voices around me seemed to fade...Do I touch him? Do I love him? He is not mine....But he was...he is a peice of me...my son...and I cried....and so the roller coaster begins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched as they cleaned him, wrapped him and handed him to me....he looked at me wide eyed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my son&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and  i knew that the hours, moments, seconds were winding down....until I had to say goodbye...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I held him that night,  just looking at him..seeing me...holding him so close and singing to him....i sang a James Taylor song...."So close your eyes,  you can close your eyes its alright...I dont know no love songs and I can t sing the blues anymore....but I can sing this song..and you can sing this song when I'm gone...It wont be long before another day..."..whew....enough of that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway,Sunda night came and I knew it was only hours until I had to hand him over.. I could feel my heart actually ripping apart...for the next 7 hours i just held him close to me..crying and telling him how much i loved him and that I was giving him a wonderful life....but all those words could not hide the fact that i just wanted to run and hide with him in my arms...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does someone give this away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time came and the doctor came in to take him from me and I just could not let go....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I held him so close to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his face touching mine, the smell of his breath and the softness of his skin.... said goodbye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the door shut...I lost a part of me...I will never be  the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3054673537308687794-3349368620695941340?l=jenslongroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3349368620695941340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3054673537308687794&amp;postID=3349368620695941340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3349368620695941340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3054673537308687794/posts/default/3349368620695941340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslongroad.blogspot.com/2008/02/see-you-soon-aiden.html' title='See you soon aiden'/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-pWIBR6dQ/TiVJBAtvFFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/y3oxeD4aano/s220/summer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woKqyHwytNI/R6h5CjjAN_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qy4qF2ElrqQ/s72-c/100_0251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
