With my surgery completed, we decided to get the heck outta here, and hijack Pat's work trip to Los Angeles. I needed a vacation and to just get away. Everyone has been so kind and wonderful to me here, but it's hard to talk about it with people when I'm still reeling from the loss myself (and the subsequent surgery fun). I couldn't really swim in LA since I'm still recovering (and didn't want to attract sharks), but the renewal and freedom of laying on a beach was like medicine for my soul.
I actually cried when we got back home, which surprised me. Winters here are really depressing and cold for me. I usually feel grateful for where I live and grateful to be home, but this time when we got home I just felt the sadness of the winter, and the loss of the pregnancy again, and all I'd just been through for the last months. I wish everyday could be the beach in LA in April. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. We visited several beaches from Redondo to Venice, glimpsing Santa Monica as we headed out. Manhattan Beach was our favorite and just 10 minutes from our hotel. And my mom, sister and family all came! Here's Pat holding a troubled Junie Bean. She's not sure about him.
The beaches weren't packed at all, as you can see. But still a few surfers, a few volleyball players, and sun bathers... and a few friends for our kids! It was perfect.
View from the pier at Manhattan Beach. We could stand right above the surfers who were way out and watch them do their thing. Sadly a surfer was lost while we were here. It was all over the news and the lifeguards and helicopters were searching for days. Right in this very spot below.
We brought this tent thing to get some shade. Steph and T had one too. I was watching everyone like a hawk so they wouldn't get sunburned and then I got the worst sunburn! I missed covering my back with sunblock. It felt so good to lay there in my swimsuit soaking up sun, darn it all.
Whale watching at Palos Verdes near the lighthouse. There were goats here and the most beautiful houses. I almost bought one on the spot, but forgot my millions at home. But once I get those millions... I'll be back.
Walking along Venice Beach, seeing all the people.
And we even found out that they had beach wheelchairs for Grandma, but we never got to use one. It was just too difficult in the end. We wished Grandma had been able to do more with us, but we at least got to see her when we normally wouldn't have, thanks to this work trip, and thanks to everyone driving down and taking the time to meet us. Hotel, food, gas, entertainment, time off work. It was a sacrifice, and we felt very loved that Grandma, Steph, T and June came.