Everyone knows that in most grieving, there is a season of anger. There’s always been one for me. It comes when I begin to wrestle with tough questions about God and life. Why so much suffering? Why doesn’t He stop it, in His sovereignty? How can He listen to my cry without taking action if... Continue Reading →
I never thought I’d be back in the same painful boat. After we finally had a healthy baby, I honestly believed the trial of miscarriages was over. I knew there was a chance I’d miscarry again, but to struggle with it again? No. Just no. Yet, here we are. More babies in heaven. Literally too... Continue Reading →
Seven year ago when I experienced my first miscarriage in October, the holidays suddenly lost their glamor. As we continued along that journey of loss, the Christmases that followed especially served up extra reminders of my pain. No children to take to the Christmas Eve service. No children awake at first light Christmas Day to... Continue Reading →
I really didn’t think this is how our year of “infertility” would end. I hoped and prayed miscarriages were behind us. For good. But as I stared down in shock at that out-of-the-blue positive pregnancy test, my relief at knowing I could still get pregnant was equal to the fear I had deep in my... Continue Reading →
This was in honor of national infant loss awareness day. I know it’s late, but we lost another pregnancy, so it’s been hard for me to write. I wanted to post it anyway. Dear Babies, October 15th, 2022 There really are no words to describe my love for you. Being your mom is one of... Continue Reading →
The Misplaced Mom 