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Dear 2016…

You sick son of a bitch.

Not only did you claim the coolest celebrities like David Bowie and Prince, but you also turned the United States of America into a trashy reality television show.

You challenged me in ways I never thought possible. You changed my life’s narrative. The dreams I had for this year all took sharp left turns, and am left with lessons and stories to look back on to laugh and cry about.

2015 ended with me newly pregnant and a retired father on the verge of 69. I was elated my parents would be able to enjoy their new grandchild in the new year any day of the week. But 2016 laughed in my face and my mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer.

Once she healed from her hysterectomy, she was slated to start chemo a little over a month after that – June 13th.  She’d be smack in the middle of chemo around the time my baby was due, August 1st, and wanted more than anything for my mother to be able to hold my newborn. We were really unsure what her status would be at that point.  Her “last hurrah” so-to-speak was my baby shower on June 11th. She was no longer able to plan it, and was unsure if she would be up to even attend. But she did, and I was thrilled.

In a surprising turn of events, in the early morning hours of June 12th, my water broke and I gave birth to Sloane seven weeks early. You sneaky bastard, 2016. At least mom was able to get in some time with her new granddaughter before starting treatment!

Sloane spent 10 days in the NICU, and mom was not only able to see her the day she was born, but was well enough the next day after chemo to make another visit. Unfortunately that turned out to be the last day she got to see her for about two months. She had a bad reaction to her second day of treatment and became severely dehydrated and almost went into kidney failure. I was in the NICU with Sloane when my dad texted to tell me that mommy was in the hospital.

And there I was in the NICU with my newborn while my mom was in another hospital a few miles away. All I wanted was my mommy, but this was the first time I was a mommy, and my baby needed me. I learned only days into motherhood what my priority was, and my mom was understanding that I didn’t come see her in the hospital, she echoed my sentiments that Sloane is my priority. I called her everyday, though, crying, and giving updates on Sloane and getting updates on her.

As much as I’d like to give the middle finger to 2016, I’d also like to say “thank you.” Thank you for throwing me these situations. While I would have preferred they didn’t overlap, I’m grateful to have walked away from this year knowing my strength.

With that said, I leave you with Christina Aguilera’s Fighter:

 

 

 

New Year’s Traditions

Ringing in the new year is always bitter-sweet. Saying goodbye to another year is always a little sad, and moving on to the new year usually provides a “fresh start” kind of feeling.

I’m not a New Year’s party kind of gal, but for the past few years, participated in a tradition with one of my friends that is now three years strong, and really hope it lasts many, many more: We go to Victoria’s Secret and buy each other red underwear.  She said it’s some Brazilian tradition and it brings you luck in love.  We both really get a kick out of doing it, and I really enjoy that we do this as it allows for us to carve out time to catch up with each other!

Last night, we bought the underwear, then still at the register gave it to each other exchanging, “Happy New Year!” while the cashier looked on and told us, “That was the cutest thing I’ve seen all day!”  We explained our tradition, and she said she had heard about a similar one having to do with horoscopes.

Turns out, there are many new years traditions similar to ours, and a few other that may make you go, “huh?!”

Underwear:

red underwear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Upon further investigation, it seems that our tradition is actually Mexican, and I can’t seem to find anything about giving it to friends, but it does say that you should wear red underwear on New Year’s Eve for those who want love and passion in the new year. The tradition also states that for happiness and prosperity you should wear yellow, health and well-being green, true love and friendship is pink, and you should wear white for hope and peace.

Let Them Eat Grapes!

Another tradition, that seems to be native of Spain, is to eat 12 grapes as soon as the countdown to midnight begins. Twelve grapes symbolize each month of the year, and sweet grapes represent a sweet month, while a sour grape means a bad month. Pro tip: Go seedless!

Extra Baggage:

real housewives of OC Gretchen packing

 

 

 

 

 

Want to travel the world in the new year? Make sure to leave an empty suitcase at your front door. This is said to channel positive energies of travel. Just make sure no one uses it to catch their vomit at your rager!

Breaking Bread:

The Irish are known for their luck, and maybe it’s because as part of their New Year’s tradition they bang bread against the walls of their house to rid it of bad spirits in the new year.

The Red-Headed Step Child:

Chuckie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Scottish believe that having a blonde or a ginger as the first person to enter your house on the new year is bad luck. Get the Clairol ready!