I used to think how traumatic it was for us to grow Mia for 32 weeks and then deliver her “stillborn”. But as the years go
In the first years after my son’s death, the mere mention of the word ‘healing’ made me recoil. Healing.
I had waited a lifetime to share the bond of breastfeeding with my baby. It’s what I had most looked forward to when
I get it. I really do. Working in healthcare has given me a brand new insight into what it’s like to watch people you care
It has been 6 years since I have been able to fully sing the words to Silent Night. The mother and child, silent night and
Ramsey died in November of 2011. It seemed appropriate to add her to our Christmas card. We told a little of our journey
We recently commemorated the 10th anniversary of our first born’s death. When reflecting back on the grief journey