Thank you to the OB nurse who stood at the side of my bed when I heard the news that I’d not be bringing my son home with me that day…or any.  Thank you to the nurse who came in on her day off to see how I was doing.  Thank you to the nurse… Continue reading Thank You, Nurse

Three Years too long… I sit here with an aching, bleeding, broken heart just as I did three years ago.  The pain is fresh. The disbelief once again resurfaces and surrounds me.  How could a baby, a perfect little baby… healthy, strong, kicking… fine for 7 1/2 months…suddenly… die? It doesn’t make sense.  I can’t… Continue reading Three Tidal Waves 

Kickboxing the Christmas tree. Ya… that’s what I contemplated doing last year.  I was mad as all get out that my son wasn’t here.  He should have been. I felt shattered and angry. I felt like a freaking hot mess that had been that way for a year and a half and I wanted to… Continue reading Kickboxing Christmas

The bereaved mother stands…as she sinks The bereaved mother smiles….as her heart breaks The bereaved mother loves…to a depth beyond what is known to  others The bereaved mother steps forward , even when shes not sure how…as the world watches her limp on by The bereaved mother’s heart is broken…yet it is full The bereaved… Continue reading The Bereaved Mother

There I lay… Shattered. A million pieces on a cold cement floor. Moments passed. Then hours. Days came and went. Months droned on. And there I lay, not sure what to do next. How do you put a million pieces back together? You can’t. But God can. What I’ve been learning though, is that He… Continue reading Shattered