Oh grief, you are such a fickle thing. Here today and barely there tomorrow. Creeping up on me when I least expect it. My emotions have been getting the better of me again. It may be the fact that we’ve started yet another year without Averie or that we are getting increasingly close to her…… Continue reading Hello 2017
I recently read a story regarding some woman, whom I believe is a celebrity,(never heard of her) that suffered a miscarriage and due to her grief her therapist told her to purchase a reborn baby doll. Essentially a doll that looks and feels like a newborn. Here is the article here. I discussed it a…… Continue reading Discussion: Reborn baby dolls for grief
Zach and I were discussing the other day about all the stuff we need for rainbow and the car seat got brought up. We recently got a new car so he talked about putting it in just to try it out. Then he admitted to me something that just broke my heart. When I went…… Continue reading Broke my freaking heart 💔
This question is not an easy one for anyone that has lost a child regardless of the age at loss. Not only does it sting but you have to figure out in your mind how you are planning on answering the question. Plus there are so many variations of this question “is this your first…… Continue reading How many children do you have?
The words to Adele’s new song have been on repeat in my mind: “Hello, it’s me I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet. To go over everything. They say that time’s supposed to heal ya but I ain’t done much healing” The words keep replaying mostly because I can’t seem to…… Continue reading Finding myself, hope and peace again
I have a confession to make. I sleep with my daughters blanket. It’s been on my bed for the last 10 months right next to my pillow and it hasn’t moved. When I first took it into my room with me I almost felt ashamed. I would question rather this was “normal” or “healthy” for…… Continue reading Her Blanket
I think the hardest thing for me to get over, after losing Averie, was convincing myself that I wasn’t a bad mother. I say “get over” as though I actually have when really this subject still weighs heavily on my mind. It’s quite normal to blame yourself especially when your child’s life is taken while…… Continue reading Feeling Ashamed Again