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Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

Last week was Thanksgiving, and surprisingly, this year I felt more gratitude than I ever have before. My first instinct is to say that I’m grateful despite everything that has happened to me this year, but truthfully, I think I’m more grateful because of what happened. Ava’s death gave me the opportunity to see firsthand what I already knew in my heart; I am incredibly blessed. Today I would like to really look outside of my grief for a moment…

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26+4: Ava

26+4: Ava

When I was rolled out of the operating room Ava was resting on my chest, and the first thing I did was look at her ears. When a baby is developing in utero the kidneys and ears develop at the same time so often times a congenital disorder with one can be seen in the other. Ava had no amniotic fluid left when she was born which suggested a problem with her kidneys. I traced my fingers over her tiny…

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Yes, I had a daughter…

Yes, I had a daughter…

Today I got triggered. I didn’t even see it coming. Since Ava died I’ve been asked no less than a dozen times about my children. It is never phrased quite the same but its usually something like, how many children do you have? or Do you have just one? or Are you going to have more? or Don’t you think Logan wants a sibling? Mind you, these aren’t questions from friends who know about Ava and are asking the informed question…

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26+4: The Tears

26+4: The Tears

Have you ever had a really good cry? You know, the one where you just let go and sob and your stomach heaves and your shoulders crumble and sometimes you even lose your balance and have to sit down. The one where the sadness is purged from your body one teardrop at a time until you run dry, and when you’re done you take a deep cleansing breath and suddenly the world feels right again. That cry that is so…

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26+4: The Milk

26+4: The Milk

I knew before Ava was born that I wanted to pump and donate our milk. Logan and I were milk donors and I felt very passionately about wanting to do it again. I felt like I had been given such a blessing in the form of an over-abundant milk supply and I wanted to show my gratitude to the universe by giving something back. It never occurred to me that this blessing would become such a burden. 

26+4: In My Head

26+4: In My Head

When I held my still baby in my arms I heard a loud crack as my world shattered, followed by silence. I could not hear or see anything going on around me, it was as if I was trapped inside my head, drowning in my own thoughts for months. When Ava died the world did not stop, people continued to live their lives just as they had the day before, but in my heart time stood still. The world kept…

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Back to Life

Back to Life

Logan started daycare this week, or school as we’ve been calling it. While he was there I decided to spend a few hours at work on Wednesday and Thursday reacquainting myself with the computer system and all the changes that have occurred since my unexpected departure nearly three months ago. I am not “officially” back for a few more weeks but I have been having so much anxiety about it that I thought it would help me if I eased…

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The next best thing…

The next best thing…

I haven’t posted in almost two weeks but I’ve had this post sitting in my draft bucket for longer than that. I don’t know why I haven’t put it up. I’ve edited it so many times that I’m actually just reading it over and over without making any changes, but still I’m hesitant. I’m not ready to tell the story of my c-section and Ava’s brief life before everyone reading has some understanding of what we were thinking and feeling about…

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