A very kind person made a comment to me the other day. She had looked at some of my Facebook photos and then said, “I’m so glad to see you are happy now after all you’ve been through.” That one really got me thinking. How do you measure happiness? Smiling for a photo? Laughing at… Continue reading Happy now?
This space of mine has been neglected lately. Between home life, my day job and The Sunshine Co., I feel like I’m going in a million directions. There are so many things that will stop me in my tracks because of my grief. So far, one of those things just happens to be dates. Today,… Continue reading Diagnosis day take 3
Last year for Blake’s first birthday we did a toy drive in her honor. We collected toys and comfort items for other babies who had been diagnosed with SMA. It was wildly successful, mostly due to all of your generous donations, and we were able to send boxes and boxes to Cure SMA. On our… Continue reading Families in the hospital
Today my Blakey would be 2 years old. I can’t believe it’s been that long already. In all honesty, I still can’t believe we will never celebrate a birthday with her here. Important days, like today, mostly make me feel numb. I almost have to remind myself that yes, this is actually real and yes,… Continue reading She would be two
This is something I wrote for the newsletter of a local support group, Parents of Puget Sound Support. They offer resources for families in the Pacific Northwest who have lost a child through miscarriage, stillbirth or in infancy. I thought I would share here too. It was the day of my daughter’s Celebration of Life.… Continue reading Never the same
A year ago today, Jeff, Blake and I sat in an exam room at Seattle Children’s Hospital. I was holding my sweet baby girl as she was falling asleep. We were alone, waiting for the doctors to come back in. They were going to tell me something I already knew. They were going to tell… Continue reading Diagnosis day
For multiple reasons, I try to avoid talking about some things on here. I don’t want to make people feel worse for us. I want to show there are positives that still happen and I’m still grateful, always. Greater than my desire to show positives, though, is my trying to remain truthful. My struggle is,… Continue reading What is it like?