• I Remember, I Won’t Ever Forget

    December 27, 2013

    The flashbacks are like a movie playing in my mind, 3D has nothing on my memories.  I’m taken straight back to December 10 last year.  I remember what the cramps felt like.  I remember what the gush of fluid felt like.  I remember the look of fear on my Mom’s face and then of heartbreak…

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  • Still Taboo. Stillbirth.

    December 27, 2013

    Guest post by Jackie Stillbirth. That one word holds so much weight. Sure, I’d heard the term before but never felt the nudge of curiosity to learn more about it. I wish I had. One philosophy I’ve lived by: If I learn about something I do not wish to occur in my life; it simply…

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  • For my daughter, this cold Christmas

    December 26, 2013

      My darling girl, Lunita, my love, It’s winter and it’s cold. The cold ruffles up all my sads. I miss seeing my body, seeing the sun. The cold and the darkness pull me apart a little bit. Last time it was this cold, you were beginning your life inside me. That made me so…

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  • Nine Months

    December 26, 2013

    Guest post by Janelle Nine months, which doesn’t seem like a long amount of time when you compare it to the average life expectancy of 78.7 years in the United States. In other cases nine months can seem like forever when you are carrying one of God’s little miracles inside of you anxiously awaiting their…

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  • Infertility in the City

    December 25, 2013

    The Wednesday before Thanksgiving last year, my husband and I tumbled out of a bright yellow cab onto the chaotic streets of Manhattan for our first infertility appointment. The familiar city enveloped us quickly with its honking horns, street food smells and rush, rush, rush of people. We walked a block or two looking for…

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  • Longing

    December 25, 2013

    Guest post by Kristin Just when I think it’s getting easier, it strikes again. Just this morning, I texted a friend because I was feeling guilty that I no longer felt haunted by thoughts of my son. I felt like a monster for “getting over” the death of my child so quickly. Then, I caught…

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  • All I Want for Christmas

    December 24, 2013

    There’s not much I want for Christmas anymore. Not since you were stolen from us. Ever since, Christmas just doesn’t have the same excitement and joy it once did. No offense to baby Jesus, in fact, I quite love him– a lot– but the sight of Him in the manger makes me ache for you, my own baby, beyond any words…

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