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I swiped this term from Elizabeth Hickey. Who is a real writer. And has a way better babyloss blog. Than I do. I may be nursing a bit of a friend-crush. The Babe and me, early morning. Older: expecting and the unexpected - part two. March 27, 2014. Grief, parenting, family life.
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heavy, hollow | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. April 14, 2015. But sometimes, your absence hits me like a punch in the gut, and I feel you, heavy and hollow beneath my ribs, my ghost belly. I want to curve around you protectively and weep and weep for all that we have lost. This entry was posted in Reflections. 2 thoughts on “ heavy, hollow. April 15, 2015 at 2:21 pm. Yes Exactly this. But you said it better than I could. Lately more gut punches for some reason. Always My 3 Boys.
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two and a half (the loss of you) | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. June 28, 2015. Two and a half (the loss of you). Walking through the house claiming rooms. Touching this, touching that. Standing on tiptoes to see over. Crouching down to peer under. Your chubby legs, in shorts for the summer, lengthening. Able to climb onto the sofa without a stool, then onto the bed. Sitting at the table sometimes instead of your high chair. Your babbles. Your first words. Complete sentences. There are still a h...
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her story | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. February 16, 2015. Feeling Joseph’s absence a lot lately. No particular reason. Except maybe I’m so in love with M that I am stunned by all I am missing. This entry was posted in Reflections. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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tender | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. March 16, 2015. A piece up on Glow. This entry was posted in Reflections. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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storytelling | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. April 27, 2015. Thinking a lot about stories, since I heard Margaret Atwood speak. Some thoughts on Glow. This entry was posted in Reflections. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new posts via email.
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today, 1/31 | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. January 31, 2015. My sister calls to tell me being an adult sucks. She says,. You’d think things like addiction, losing your job, and babies dying were rare events. But they’re not. They happen all the fucking time. Her dog is dying. Died. Today. Today, your due date, Little One. Due date, shmoo date. It could just be a day. A says. I think she is trying to say today doesn’t have to mean anything. But it’s too late. Today, already,...
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one more hour | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. May 28, 2015. I held a little baby the other day. A boy, born at 37 weeks, now a week old. He was so tiny. Everything in miniature eyelids, pointy nose, mouth open in sleep. A little over five pounds, his mother said. I have been consumed with thoughts of you lately. It is May, after all. The month you were conceived. Three years ago this time, you were just a little seed. An enormous hope. We were so happy. Closer, and hug. Thank ...
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Burning Eye | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. June 23, 2016. Death and the Woman. Once there was a woman who was good friends with God. They spent time together and talked daily. But Death came for the woman’s firstborn and after that God didn’t come around anymore. And really, who could blame God for staying away while Death was there? The woman didn’t much feel like talking to anyone, anyway. God, where are you? She called out. I thought you would be here. Get away from here!
