There is a stigma in our society that we shouldn't talk about our children who have died. Maybe it makes other people uncomfortable or maybe people don't truly understand unless they, too, experience a pregnancy or child loss.
Age is irrelevant to me. Sharp minds usually stay sharp. It's the ears that stop listening or don't listen at all that bothers me and, I'm sure, that all the grieving parents in Arizona want is to get the same unpaid time off as someone who has a child, or cares for a sick family member, or service member. It's not about business, it's about compassion.
Three kids and almost seven years late I still think about that unborn baby. And I'm realizing that's ok. That I can't buy into the shame that I did something wrong, or that I'm not a real woman. So I take a deep breath, gather up my courage and slowly type "me too, friend."
I never expected my life to take a dramatic turn. Bad things didn't happen to me. I was happily married with a successful career...life was good. But, it only takes an instant for your life to turn upside down. That happened to me in 2013, when two of my triplets died within two months of their birth.
The summer months are difficult for me, they always will be. Each day, the constant reminders of three years ago dance through my head. The beautiful moment of giving birth to my triplets is met with the tragic and painful memory of losing two of my children. As the years go by, life moves forward.
The email flashes across my screen in bold, black type: B got married on the weekend. So... how are you doing?" How am I doing...
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As I say goodbye to my daughter at the drop off, I'll always wonder what could have been. My heart aches as I think about my two children in heaven. They should be here. My daughter should have her siblings by her side.
All the fears I thought I knew All the what-ifs I pondered during inky nights- None of them-none. of. them. prepared me for this reality. I have th...
While a little piece of my heart went to heaven along with you, I smile through the tears and heartache. You, my sweet son, brought me so much happiness in your short time here.
It's an unfathomable moment, a day that is etched into my heart and memory forever. On August 16, 2013, my husband and I made the hardest decision a parent could ever face -- we stopped critical care of our baby and held our precious son as he died in our arms.
My deceased son Johnny sends so many signs to me that I am so grateful for and I appreciate and acknowledge them. He is still a part of me and a part of my world. I just don't see him. I AM the mother of a son. When people ask how many kids I have, I answer, 'three.'
Written by Dawn Williams Summer has arrived, and with it comes memories of summers past. Glorious ghosts of days gone by when my family was whole and...
Ask anyone who has lost a loved one -- grief creeps up at the most random times. It doesn't matter how many months or years it has been, all it takes is one second for those memories and heartache to rush back. For me, all it took was an awkward moment to remind me that grief never goes away.
I am NOT crazy for missing my son. I am NOT crazy for wishing I could turn back the clock.
Something just didn't feel right. My stomach churned and the nausea set in as I realized the unimaginable: I was going into labor. Nurses rushed to my hospital room as a flurry of chaos surrounded me. I tried to stay calm, but as I looked at my husband, the tears and sobs set in.