Dear OB, You looked me in the eye and told me my son was sick and his heart had many defects. You talked about his chances of living; slim to none. You told me I had a responsibility to my living children and that should this boy live his life it will be within the…
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Sending Your Child to School Sick May Have Killed Mine
Continue...For 10 years, I’ve carried anger, wondering and questioning of how my son came down with an “unknown virus” that took his life. Sickness, shared at school, was ultimately what killed my child. Austin was a healthy, active, sports-loving 14-year old who was riding his bike around our neighborhood when his airway was attacked. One…
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Torn Between Death and Life
Continue...Recently, my husband and I welcomed our “rainbow” twin daughters into the world. (I am hesitant to use the term rainbow baby because I used it with my son, who we lost.) Pregnancy after loss was one of the most challenging moments of my life. It was difficult to get through each day knowing all…
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Grief: Existing Between Beauty and Brokenness
Continue...What matters in life is not what happens to you, but what you remember and how you remember it. -Ann Voskamp The last several years of life has brought what often feels like a lot of brokenness. Out of that brokenness, even more, brokenness in my life and heart has been revealed. It didn’t happen…
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Tending To Your Thanksgiving Heart
Continue...Thanksgiving was the first family holiday to arrive after my daughter died It was the first time we gathered together since the service we held to celebrate her brief life of 33 days. I prepared my heart for how the day might feel, but I don’t think any preparations could have made me feel better…
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Raising A Rainbow: A Brand New Layer Of Grief
Continue...Just over three months ago, my husband and I welcomed our third daughter, our rainbow baby. While awaiting her birth, I was thrilled about the color she would certainly restore to our world, but I was not naive. I had experienced sufficient life after loss to understand that the birth of my rainbow would neither…
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Getting A Handle On Falling Apart
Continue...Onward I drove, hopping curbs, white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, accelerating to fifty miles an hour, heading just three streets away, arriving too late. He was gone. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome had stolen life from my six-month-old son, Cullin, leaving this mama broken, scared, and out of my mind with grief. I was living…
