Writing as therapy

My child died, now what? The first few weeks after my son died, I had absolutely no idea what to do. My whole life was turned upside down. The whole summer that I thought I would be on maternity leave, breastfeeding, taking Micah on walks, going to visit Daddy at Continue Reading …

Isolation

Isolation

We all know that the death of a child is hard. There’s no question about that. The thought of a baby dying is one of the most tragic things imaginable, one of the most tragic things that can happen to happen to a person, no matter which way it’s spun. “I can’t Continue Reading …

Letting Yourself Cry

Letting Yourself Cry

Let yourself cry. Let it out. Sob until you can’t take it anymore. Allow yourself to break down. Wail. Scream. Punch your pillow. Let it out! This is my advice for you, to help yourself heal. This is one of the things that has helped in my healing. A person who Continue Reading …

Dealing with Feelings of Jealousy

Dealing with Feelings of Jealousy

One of my biggest obstacles since losing my son a year ago is the feelings of jealousy. I’m jealous of women who are pregnant, because they are excited about the future and have a precious miracle growing inside them. I’m jealous of women who aren’t ready to try for children Continue Reading …

A Father’s Grip

My son died suddenly and unexpectedly when he was only 9 days old. We could tell something was wrong with our precious baby at around 5:30am, he seemed pale. He had his doctor’s appointment scheduled at 8:30 that morning, but we decided that my husband was going to go ahead and Continue Reading …

Innocence Lost

Yellow flowers in prairie field

I miss those days when I thought nothing bad could happen to me. The days where I felt as if I were invincible. Every day brought promise and hope. Excitement over the future, and what could happen. Never fearing the future. Speeding down the highway, young and crazy, because “nothing Continue Reading …

Learning to Live for Myself Again

Learing to Live for Myself Again

When I found out I was pregnant, it was as if my entire life started to revolve around my son, Micah. I worried about him constantly (even before I knew he was a “him”). When I drove, I thought about Micah. When I sneezed, would it hurt Micah? Every time Continue Reading …

Childless on Mother’s Day

jamie-mothersdaypost

Growing up, it was okay to be childless on Mother’s Day because the focus was on our own mothers. However, once you’ve been pregnant and had a child, Mother’s Day takes on a whole new meaning. What is Mother’s Day like for those of us unfortunate women who have become Continue Reading …