I must have been almost ten weeks along, and the only person that knew about this little life growing inside me was my husband. Our first child. Three years ago. We decided that Christmas Day would be the perfect time to announce to our families that we were going to be parents. We handpicked some special things from Things Remembered and an online … [Read more...]
If you spend any amount of time on the internet these days, you will no doubt run into some kind of 'mommy judging'. One mom making passive aggressive comments to another mom about how she is letting her kid play, sit, stand, eat, be... The other day I had the privilege of someone extended their 'concern' over something they saw on my Instagram feed. … [Read more...]
Mother's Day can be difficult for bereaved mothers and tricky business for those trying to support her. Below are a few gift ideas out of the normal flower sending tradition. We hope this list helps you in trying to support the bereaved mother in your life. Most of these gifts are created with love by other bereaved mothers. They know the pain, and they … [Read more...]
the woman standing in front of you at the checkout line on the verge of tears because she just dropped the jar of pickles, the cashier who seems she could care less about her job, but had to return to work much too soon after her loss, the woman at work who tells you she doesn't want any kids but isn't telling you that she's been trying for years … [Read more...]
Guest Post by Heather Mine may not be a gracious or popular viewpoint, but after all the songs of Christmas left me feeling like “peace to the world” or “heavenly peace” was being forced down my throat amidst feeling the least serenity of my life, I settled down after the turn of the year on a mission of what it would mean for me to find … [Read more...]
This time of the year is my season. I am yearning for summer, when all this will be behind me again. But today, I'm feeling it. The weight. The heaviness. The scar. The cloud of grief. It's always there, but this time of year, I've come to learn over the years, it becomes raw again. It's almost like grief blooming. How bitterly ironic, don't you … [Read more...]
For so long (three years, but it honestly feels like so much longer) I've wanted days like this. Days filled with pink laundry, a reason to shop in the girls' section, making hair bows and pieces, dreaming of what princess she might favor the best at four years old. My hope? The Little Mermaid. For years I wondered what it would have been like. … [Read more...]
Yesterday morning I came across a post I wrote on my blog last December on decorating Jenna's gravesite. I feel like the worst baby loss mom ever. I haven't been to her gravesite since the end of summer this year. I decided early on in this pregnancy that it would be best to try to keep grief at a distance (if that is even possible!) being … [Read more...]
I can remember when grief was raw. I can remember Christmas morning in 2009 crying under the Christmas tree, as my husband handed me something he wanted me to unwrap. It felt so wrong to even think about celebrating without our daughter. Later that afternoon my husband and I would skip town for a much needed getaway, and skip the family … [Read more...]
Sitting by her bedside in the NICU, hour after hour, day after day, I realized it was going to be a nonstop roller coaster and phone call parade if we didn't find some other way to communicate with the outside world on her latest updates. The idea of a blog instantly came to mind. I remembered seeing a blog for the first time from my friend … [Read more...]
Guest Post by Melissa Neu I don’t know that I’ve ever been so exhausted. Sit and cry exhausted. Stomach hurting exhausted. “I’m tired, I’m worn, my heart is heavy. From the work it takes, to keep on breathing…” I’ve been seeing a counselor. I had put off making the appt I knew I needed because [...]
Guest Post by Emilee Frisbie If someone would have told me a year ago where I would be now, I never would believe them. I would tell them that stories that sad are made up, purely fiction. I would tell them, things like that don’t happen to me. They don’t happen to my family. I [...]
