I have felt I was adjusting so well to a third child in the house, we settled into routine rather quickly, the kids took to their little sister right away. But it can’t all be rainbows and quiet time, right? I woke up in a terrible mood this morning. I’m going to be frank here, [...]
The Rougher Days
There are days I don’t dwell on his death. Entire days where I manage for it not to pull me under even once. And then there are days like today, his birthday. When I’ve cried quietly, but with all of my soul, for hours. Where I am consumed in my grief and longing for him [...]
Three
Tomorrow is your 3rd birthday. The third turn of a year for you, in which you aren’t here. It’s been 2 years and 5 months since I last held or touched you. 2 years and 5 months since I last heard you cry or made you smile. 2 years and 5 months without the smell [...]
My Third Child
You were not our first, nor our second, it’s a fact you’ll know all your life. We loved two of your brothers before knowing you. But your significance is immense. You came barreling into our world after tragedy, leaving us no option but to face our grief and our healing. Your very presence in a [...]
What’s in my hospital care bag?
I wanted to highlight some of my very favorite hospital toiletry bag additions as I approach my last weeks of this pregnancy. Of course things like concealer, a toothbrush and paste, hair brush, dry shampoo, etc are necessities, but there's a few extra goodies I'm bringing that I think others should consider! Since this is [...]
November
Hello November! I’ve taken some time away from writing and posting lately. Life has been busy as we’ve settled into Rowan being in school, Phoenix turning into a little person instead of a baby, and ALL of us preparing for the new baby’s arrival in the coming weeks. This also means Sloan’s 3rd birthday is [...]
Kindergarten, Here He Comes!
This morning my first baby woke up a kindergartener. He is ecstatic to start this journey, this milestone is one he is so ready for and I know that is because we gave him that extra year to grow into himself and his experiences emotionally. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t cried a [...]
