by Lise Hauser When I knew that I wanted to be a midwife, it was because I wanted to care for the women, not because of the babies. I grew up taking care of my mom and my siblings after my dad died. Somehow I never envisioned myself as a Continue Reading …
For several years after my first daughter died, every time I looked in the mirror it was like looking at a stranger. I would look at my reflection and think, “I don’t know you. Who are you?” Even now, twelve years Grace’s stillbirth, I still occasionally look at my reflection Continue Reading …
I am guilty. I’m guilty of judging every woman who’s pregnant with ease. I’m guilty of holding my niece and wishing she was mine. I’m guilty of avoiding baby showers and birthday parties. I’m guilty of glaring at swollen bellies with hatred. I’m guilty of staring at babies around her age – Continue Reading …
So “it” happened again. I hate how often this happens, an acquaintance using the dreaded “how many kids do you have” question as an icebreaker. This question appears innocent to many but to those of us who have dealt with infertility and/or pregnancy loss it is pure evil. As an Continue Reading …
If my daughter had lived, she would be 12 years old. She would be dealing with the challenges of middle school girls, heading fast into her teenage years, figuring out who she is as a young person, and, if she was anything like her mother, determined to do everything her Continue Reading …
When you are a Still Mother, there are many situations and circumstances that are VERY difficult. If you ever feel the need, it is okay to: Unfollow or Hide a fellow baby loss mom when she becomes pregnant or gives birth to her healthy baby. Do various things Continue Reading …
When I was a little girl I had a short run with softball. Well, it was t-ball if we want to get technical and I didn’t have any idea why I was there. There’s a cute little story my foster family used to tell everyone about how I didn’t know Continue Reading …
I am broken. You are broken. We are broken. Some of us…some of us are shattered. Some are so shattered that every time we exhale all we can do is watch the dust of ourselves blow away. As much as we try and grasp at that dust, try to catch Continue Reading …
I am a mother, but I have no living children. I have two daughters that I grieve for and miss every day. I always will. Their loss is the greatest sorrow of my life. It’s challenging, at times, to live in a world that doesn’t want to recognize their lives. Continue Reading …
As Still Mothers, RaeAnne and I are painfully aware of how difficult life can be without our beloved children. We know that life feels incredibly empty a lot of the time, and that it is hard to find meaning when our motherhood – a very large part of the identities Continue Reading …
This Sunday will be my third Mother’s Day, yet I have not been able to fully celebrate a single one. My first Mother’s day was in 2013. I was just a few weeks along with our first child, but we had not told anyone yet. I was terrified that I Continue Reading …
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 …
This is my third Mother’s Day without my baby. I spent the first 2 trying to convince myself that despite being one of the most difficult days of the year for me, Mother’s Day is something I’m now not only entitled to celebrate like everyone else, but a part of me Continue Reading …
This is my second Mother’s Day with no living children. I’m still learning and adjusting to this unwelcomed reality. But if there’s one thing about Mother’s Day I want you to know, it’s don’t be afraid to truly recognize yourself as a mother and enjoy this day as much as Continue Reading …
Ah, Mother’s Day. Hands down my least favorite holiday of the year. Mother’s Day has been an emotional challenge for me for years. Twelve years to be exact; every year since my first daughter was born still. I’ve handled it, and my grief around it, in various ways over the years. Continue Reading …
I have a love hate relationship with Mother’s Day. On one hand, I think it’s a beautiful time to honour my mother, my grandmothers, all of the mothers in my life, and all of the women who are mother figures. But when my son, Finley, died, the meaning of Mother’s Continue Reading …
Well, it’s here: Mothers Day. Honestly, I believe it’s one of the hardest days for a loss mama to bear. It just hurts. Deeply. Everything about it is wrong. On one hand, we are mothers and deserve to have our motherhood honored just as much – actually, I’m just going Continue Reading …
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