After taking a few months off, I went to SHARE last night. I found that while Autumn was still a very young baby, it was too difficult to support other loss parents while simultaneously struggling with having a rainbow baby at home and the emotions that followed the daily ins and outs. Now that Autumn has reached eight months, I felt that I was in a place where I could go to a meeting and not feel drained for days following. Continue reading
Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?
You have my eyes
You have your mother’s name
When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart
I’m dedicating every day to you….
When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart
Autumn is eight months old today. Born on the 8th day of the 8th month and now 8 months old. She is sturdy and growing and I no longer fear that something will happen to a fragile infant. We thought that our two big kids were happy as babies, but she knocks them out of the park in terms of always smiling and laughing. As Theo likes to say, “I think Autumn loves her little life.” Continue reading
“She felt as if the mosaic she had been assembling out of life’s little shards got dumped to the ground, and there was no way to put it back together.” -Anne Lamott
I wondered when it would hit me. The days had been passing in a blur of color and activity and I barely had time to pause. Continue reading
That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive….
O my love, where are they, where are they going….
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.
Today. The day the course of our lives changed. Two years ago today was the day that we learned that Nelle was growth restricted. I wrote about it on this day last year, so uncertain at the time what the future held for us. Continue reading
And just like that, she was born. Autumn Nadine Taws. It was the moment I hardly dared to picture.
Someone I love wrote to me earlier this week: “When your new one is safely in your arms, you will know that you have been on a hero’s journey and have touched shore.” And what a long journey it has been.
After two losses, it agonizing to decide whether or not to continue along the path to a third child, but we did, and now she’s here, nearly two years after we were forced down a route that we could not imagine. She is my “chance” baby, taking a chance, a third chance at a third child. Baby Three.
Her middle name, Nadine, means “hope.” It was that hope that got us to this place. Holding our baby.