She would be four today. It’s hard to wrap my head around this. How has it been four whole years since I held this sweet perfect 6 lb 3 oz baby girl in my arms? Before Lily was born, Dan and I were trying to agree on a name. We were not necessarily disagreeing about… Continue reading four and LGB
Four years ago today we found out we would be having a baby girl. A daughter. A little sister. And almost 4 months later our lives were shattered. It seems surreal that it’s been almost four years since Lily died. I’d like to say I’ve grown in my grief. It’s the times in the past… Continue reading new year, new grief?
“A loss is a loss.” I have seen/heard this sentence several hundred times over the past three (plus) years. And I have something to say about it. I have mentioned once or twice before on this blog that Lily was not out first loss. She was our most recent, and our most surprising, and our… Continue reading the others
She would be three today. Would her hair be long enough to braid? Would she be potty trained? Would she prefer pink or blue? Barbies or trains? Dance or soccer? We will never know. Another year has come and gone. It’s crazy to think it’s been three years. Sometimes it feels like last week when… Continue reading three
It’s been sort of a rough week, so I figured it was time to write. Sometimes the grief sneaks up on me, and it’s as strong as it was in the beginning. Sometimes it’s hard to find the exact trigger, and sometimes it’s an accumulation of several small triggers that eventually explode. And sometimes I… Continue reading the good, the bad, and the ugly cry
The past two years I have participated in Carly Marie’s Capture Your Grief project. It is a daily reflection project for October, which is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month. I found this project SOOO healing the first year, and still healing the 2nd year. I haven’t decided if I’m going to do it again… Continue reading Capture Your Grief 2016 (yes, last year)
I rarely ever read books. I used to LOVE to read. Like 25 years ago. My aunts and uncles used to get me gift cards certificates to Waldenbooks and my mom would take me to the mall and I’d pick out books on my personal reading list. I read and owned every single Babysitter Club… Continue reading the light between oceans