I got pretty behind on posting so playing some major catch up on the blog as the story has continued and I’ve still got a lot to say…. Right after Ava died the doctors at the hospital offered me anti-depressants. I immediately refused. There is no doubt I was absolutely and crushingly depressed, but I didn’t think medication was going to be the answer. I didn’t have a chemical imbalance in my brain, and I didn’t have an illness that…
We left the hospital on Thursday and buried our daughter that following Sunday. The days in between are somewhat of a mystery in my memory, but there are a few events I’m certain of. The first was the preparation for Ava’s funeral.
Two weeks and three days after Ava died we were on an airplane to Minnesota where we had both grown up. One of Travis’ best friends from childhood was getting married and we had been planning this trip for months. We were going to see our families, Logan would get to play with his cousins and we were even going to have our first overnight out while Logan stayed with my parents. We decided it would be nice to be…