Hope After Infant Loss

Hope After Infant Loss

As someone who has been there, I know what an important message hope is. I don't just mean hope that you can have another child OR that you will get "back to normal". Read this short post for a real message of HOPE.

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My Angel Bear

My Angel Bear

I got the angel bear pictured in this photo in 2009, when I left the hospital. I'd expected to be leaving with my baby son. It was a hard, long road to coming to grips with that reality, and eventually healing from the profound hurt. I've gained several lessons in the process . . . and also learned that while MANY experience this pain, only few ever feel comfortable speaking about it. That has to change. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️

Mr. Meltdown & The Monster

Three year olds are unpredictable. To be fair, many three year olds struggle with the reality of beginning to be able to fully feel and identify emotions WITHOUT allowing those emotions to completely take over their entire bodies. To give context, my particular three year old child is a wonderfully intelligent and imaginative, very dramatic human not unlike his mother. ⬆️CLICK TITLE ABOVE TO READ MORE⬆️

3 Reasons Why Speaking Up About Infant Loss Is So Important

3 Reasons Why Speaking Up About Infant Loss Is So Important

Everything about Infant Loss is tough. I know. I was there. Speaking up about this extremely difficult experience, thankfully, can help. I learned that the hard way. Here's what I mean. After I lost my first child, I lost myself a bit. My usually very vocal bright light dimmed to a dull, quiet, barely-glowing flicker. I did not really talk about it. I certainly did not deal with it. I tried to bury my pain under the busy-ness of my business. I masked my anger with silence, which eventually bled into other areas of my life. My voice was all but gone. I pushed people away and isolated myself. I stopped celebrating. I just stopped. My interactions with people were merely shallow, yet cordial, routine and programmed responses. On the outside I may have looked okay. I was anything but on the inside. Until one day when I'd finally had enough. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️