Different Points of Veiw

I got to put on HEELS the other night. It was thrilling. Thrilling.

I got my first night out with the girls since Abby came home. My best friend/sister-in-law, (E), invited me and our cousin, (T), out to The Melting Pot. Have you ever eaten there? T and I had not – and truth be told, both of us had the attitude of “What’s the big deal about melted cheese?” Ha! We discovered how wrong we were! It was AH-MAY-ZING! Amazing enough to write a whole “tangent” post about… But this post is not about how incredible melted cheese (or more importantly, melted chocolate) is… This post is about something I realized while the three of us got some much-needed girl talk in.

A night out with two of my best girls takes a while…we always have a TON to talk about. But since this was one of the first times I really got to hang out and let my hair down, we realized that I haven’t really had an opportunity to talk to anyone but immediate family about what went down last June from their points of view. T had met Abigail on a couple of occasions already, but I hadn’t gotten to hear how she felt or what she went through when she got the news that Abigail had arrived. Truth be told, at the time, I wasn’t in any frame of mind to deal with other points of view. But now that we are here, at a great place, I do find myself very curious about how Abigail effected everyone else.

I finally got a small insight into T’s side of the story. She told me that she had an internal struggle – Even though E had gotten her information, and told her all was as well as could be expected, that wasn’t enough. She wanted so badly to drive herself over to the hospital to see for herself that I was ok. She restrained herself, which was a good call. But she expressed to me how worried she was for us and how every bit of information she could get her hands on was like a wave of relief. I’m glad the blog helped other people who cared deeply about us to feel more connected to us. Hearing her talk about it, I couldn’t help but feel so blessed that friends and family were thinking of us, even when I couldn’t think about anything but Abby.

E chimed in with parts of her story that I had never heard before. She didn’t tell me these things because (at the time) they weren’t important. But to hear her talk about how she literally fell to her knees on her living room floor to pray for our and Abigail’s safety made me well up with tears. It made me realize that Abigail’s story is SO much bigger than the side I’m telling. I’m just one point of view. And while my side is probably the most detailed and easily the longest, it isn’t the whole story.

I want Abigail to know the whole story someday. I want her to know the kind if impact she had on this world. Because I know she did have an amazing impact, and still does. I want to know everyone else’s side of the story. I want to hear what all of you, who tuned in religiously every time I wrote, went through as we were fighting all of those battles last summer. In fact, a couple of family members that were there with us that day are writing their own accounts of those first few days. I can’t wait to read those stories. We love you all, and we felt so connected with all of you through your prayers and support and well wishes. So please, if you have a point of view that you would like Abigail (or me) to hear, leave it in the comments section of this blog. Or you can email it to me at francis.jenifer@gmail.com

I plan on putting all of these blogs and all of their comments, along with all of the letters, emails, FB posts, and cards we got this year, together in a book for Abigail to have when she is old enough to understand just how special she is. I would love for your point of view to be a part of it.

Once again, thank you to all of you who’ve been there, on the periphery, lending strength and support for us to get through this crazy chapter of our lives. We owe you all a debt of gratitude! And I would love to hear Abigail’s story from your point of view.

-Jen

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Shmabela

Have you ever wondered where people get their nicknames? I hear people use nicknames and always think, “I wonder how that name came to be?” Nowadays, I wonder about what nicknames Abigail will have and why. I am always thinking, “Is this the one that we’ll be calling her for years to come?”

I don’t know all of the nicknames I had as a kid, but the one that stuck was Nifer. As in, the second half of Jenifer. A friend of mine in college called me Skippy (and still does), but Nifer was the one that became “Me.” For my Mom it was Mac, for my sister it was Bug, For Anthony it was AntMan… the list goes on.

Abigail has SO MANY nicknames already, and she isn’t even a year old. The most obvious, of course, is Abby. We like that one, and most of our family and friends call her that. But the cutesy ones, or the ones that manifest out of a trait or a quirk, are the best. Princess, Little Girl, Boogaloo, Boo-Boo-Bear… anything after that starts to sound like baby talk. Hahaha.

But there is one nickname that has emerged that I think might be the one that sticks. When Abby came home, her Tia was calling her Abby-Wabby. Abby seemed to like it. But my Dad, being the play-on-words guy he is, couldn’t just leave it at that. Abby-Wabby became Abby-Mabby which became Abby-Cabby which changed to Abby-Shmabby. That got shortened to Shmabby and stuck for a while. My Dad even had it printed on a key chain!

Somehow, Shmabby recently became Shmabela… and for whatever reason, that one is the one I think will be it. The one that sticks for the long haul.

Yup. Shmabela. hahahaha.

What are your childhood nicknames? And how did you get them?

-Jen