We both excitedly told our families we were expecting another. We both gazed in amazement at that black and white ultrasound. The sound of our babies' heartbeat made us awe at the miracle growing inside. We both endured morning sickness and heartburn and insomnia. We both felt the kicks and squirms as well as the … Continue reading The same yet different paths
My son lived for 81 days, and for each of those 79 days, I traveled anywhere from 40min to an hour and a half, each way, to see him in the NICU/PICU. There were no off-days on weekends or holidays. Rain or shine, heavy traffic or light traffic, babysitter or none, sick kids at home … Continue reading Practicing Perseverance in a Pandemic
Many people throughout my life have said to me at one time or another, "You are so strong". Thank you. Truly, to the friends and strangers who have said that I am strong, thank you. I know you mean it as a genuine compliment. However, I know myself. I know I don't possess a strength … Continue reading Thank you, but I’m not strong.
I was reminded recently of one of my pet peeves. You see, once someone you love dies, you join a new world. It's the world of the bereaved. It's a club no one wants to join, but once you do, you realize something. Sometimes people in this club believe lies. Sometimes those lies are told … Continue reading Lies grieving people believe
Why am I so quick to forget? To forget the lessons you taught me. I'm so sorry. As I stood in the shower filled with anxiety over something that has proven to be a common trigger for me, I felt like I had been hit on the head with my cast iron skillet. It's as … Continue reading Not in vain
On September 28th, I was given the opportunity to share Joshua's story at the Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Remembrance Walk. I was excited to be able to not only share Joshua's life and legacy alongside my dear friend Heidi's story, but also to offer hope to hurting parents.
I was born a very timid child. Laid back and flexible were my adjectives. Headstrong and stubborn weren't my defining characteristics. I was and still am a natural born rule follower. The kid who always did their homework even when the rest of the class didn't. The one whose guilt would eat me alive and … Continue reading I wasn’t born this way.
Just recently, I saw the movie "The Greatest Showman". The music was inspiring and I left the theater feeling like a dreamer again. Ever since I was little, I've wanted to change the world, to travel as much as possible and to help those in great need. I've always been a dreamer. I wanted to … Continue reading To you, the dreamers.
After you go through suffering, really any type of significant suffering, I think all of us just want to know that what we've been through matters. That every tear we've cried and every ache in our heart, won't be in vain. That the death of our loved one wasn't for nothing, that something good or … Continue reading The Fire Inside