One of the hardest things about being a bereaved baby loss parent has been the pregnancy announcements and how to deal with those. Always the Bridesmaid There was a scene in the 2011 movie Bridesmaids which best describes how I currently feel. Where Annie completely loses her cool at her best friend Lillian’s bridal shower.…
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Take Care Of You
Continue...I recently started reading a fictional book about a woman suffering from a severe case of post-partum depression. The character’s resentment and detachment from her baby, although primarily due to the condition she suffered from, was excruciating to read and so I stopped reading. I could not allow myself to invest any more time in…
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The Lonely Road
Continue...Dear Friends and Family, I initially wanted to direct this letter to the world in a general sense. From my experience, I can tell you that in all these years, I have received more encouragement, empathy and support from strangers than I have from you, those close to me. So today I want to start…
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A Letter to My Daughter About Love
Continue...“I carry your heart with me(i carry it in)” – EE Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful…
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Letting Go
Continue...They noticed when you stumbled, Yet no-one gave a hand, Not to help you up, Not even to steady you. They looked away when they saw you crumble, They were mortified by your weakness, They turned away and left you weeping on the ground, They talked about you when you weren’t in their company, They…
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Grieving Children
Continue...Our daughter’s stillbirth was difficult on my husband and me. The hurt we felt ran deep physically, mentally and emotionally. It didn’t make any sense at all to us that I carried a baby for over eight months and then we could not bring her home. There were days when we cried together and other…
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Surviving July
Continue...I didn’t want to have to fight July again, Fight her over and over again, only to lose, Hopelessly and dismally, I didn’t want to have to face yet another death month, A cold, heartless, death month, as I feel it creep up on me yearly, stripping my skin off my bones, leaving me standing…