At some point after the loss after my baby girl, I began to turn my bedroom into a sanctuary. After the loss of my second baby girl, it became even more so.
There was the tray. A mirrored tray on a stand where I put things to honor Nelle: a box of things that meant a lot to me, like ultrasound photos and cards I received. A candle. A photo of the tree where we scattered her ashes. Tiny photo frames of my two boys and her footprint: my three children.
During my subsequent pregnancy, I bought a diffuser, trying to calm my trembling body and mind with essential oils.
After I lost Iris, I added a canvas of Monet’s painting “Irises.” My tray now has footprints from both of my girls.