Missing Pieces

This is part 2 of the October Pregnant and Infant Loss Series – please read Part 1 HERE if you haven’t already.  ********************** All I wanted to do when I got home was sleep. I blamed it on the leftover anesthesia still flowing through my body but truthfully, I was just trying to escape the

My Son Calls Someone Else Mom…and I love it!

My son’s father and I divorced when he was 1.  He got his step mom when he was 2.  He started calling her mom when he was 3.  People used to ask me how I could stand for my child calling another woman mom. Actually, some still do.  When we got a divorce, I knew

The Highest and Lowest Day

This post is part one of an October pregnancy loss series. “We can’t find the heartbeats, but that’s not uncommon. We’ll do an ultrasound and get them that way. Plus the first look at your babies.” I was just excited as the doctor when she offered me a first look at the two sweet babies

Playdoh & Patience

“And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.”  Isaiah 64:8 I love this verse. It is something both hopeful and reminiscent to me. Something I can relate to easily. I remember the playdoh of my childhood. The smell, the squishy feelings,

Mirror Mantras

Update Feb 10, 2020: a lot of people are asking me about positive thoughts and mirror work. Here’s a piece dear to my heart! — I live with anxiety and depression. I used to hate thinking or saying that out loud. Its not like its something that I’m proud of, but its part of me.