Echo
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a missing piece of our family
gone for so much longer than he was here
just an echo
and my biggest what-if
Back to work: A kitchen table post
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This week’s post has us sitting around the kitchen table talking about going back to work. Pull up a seat; we’ll pour you some tea or make you a strong coffee, and let’s talk. Did you go back to work after your baby died? How did it go? What would you tell other babyloss parents about to venture back into that world?
Read MoreWhat is left to say
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The words and tears dry up. It really is like a wound, healing. For days, months, years, I walked around with an open, oozing sore, yelling my pain, unable to be comfortable, making a mess. And then – slowly – the skin grew back.
Read Morestone pillows
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sometimes I pull out
my old map of the world
it’s foreign now, but recognizable
the familiar landscapes are still there
I just can’t visit them anymore
Why I don't believe in Bereaved Mothers' Day
/Being a mother is just that, your state of being. It doesn't matter if you carry your child in your arms or your heart. You have a mother's heart, a beautiful one, and you should be able to express all the joys and pains of being a mother on Mother's Day. Being a bereaved mother is not something to be ashamed of.
Read MoreSimmering
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This was the least trivial of things, and yet, the outrage just didn’t boil up inside me the way I would have expected…
…at first.
But then, slowly, as my bruised and bleeding heart started to heal, it started to peek its head out every now and again. And then when I got pregnant once more – when again I had something to lose – it came roaring back with a vengeance.
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