Happy Fifth Birthday, John Karl! I Googled "best gifts for 5 year old boys" because I have no idea what you might be into. The image of your sweet baby face sits in my memory and I will never forget the feel of your body in my arms or the kick of your feet in my… Continue reading Happy Fifth Birthday: Celebrating The Birth of A Son Who Didn’t Live
Happy Birthday, My Sweet Boy. Today you would turn four! I can't even wrap my brain around what that would look like. My sometimes empty arms ache to hold you and squeeze you as you prepare for a new milestone like the first day of preschool - I bet you would be wicked smart like… Continue reading You’re Four.
I sang a song – again.I sang a silly song today, it went a little something like this…”chicky-chicken nuggets, cheesy-cheese cubes. Peas and car-rots, peas and car-rots, yum yum yum in the tum tum tum.” Obviously, Kanye will defer to me as the “musical genius” from now until the end of time. I have mad… Continue reading I Sang A Song – Again
His 2ndBirthday.Today he would be two. My sweet boy. He should be toddling around the house, tormenting his big sisters, cuddling his baby brother. Making us laugh, because of course he would be the most hilarious toddler you’ve ever met. I can sometimes picture him. Other times the image of my son is so far… Continue reading His 2nd Birthday
365 days. 52 weeks. 1 Halloween, 1 Thanksgiving, 1 Christmas, 1 New Year’s, 1 Valentine’s Day, 1 Easter, 1 Mother’s Day, 1 Father’s Day, 1 Fourth of July. 2 family vacations. And now, 1 Birthday. These are all of the things I (we) had to do this year without our son. That sweet boy whose… Continue reading 365 Days: Love, John Karl
The Stages of Grief and the One They Forgot (May 27, 2015)The very outdated copy of my undergraduate psychology book uses the Kubler-Ross Model to describe the stages of grief. You’ve probably seen them before: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. As an English Language Arts teacher, it almost pains me to say this, but… Continue reading The Stages of Grief and the One They Forgot
If you know me at all, you know that I am an open book. I quite literally will tell you anything you want to know about me. I have little, really nothing, to hide. This blog post reveals some of the darkest pages to become a part of my life book. I will warn you.… Continue reading What I’m Ready to Share About Infant Loss: Demise & Wicked Emotion