The Purple Blanket Isn't Yours–A Letter To My Baby Born After Stillbirth

The purple blanket isn't yours. Even though it's the blanket that covered your car seat when you left the hospital. Even though it lay in the background of so many of your baby photos, Even though you sleep with it every night now that you're old enough. It's not yours. The purple blanket is your…

Siblings Grieve Too And We Owe Them Honest Conversations About Their Siblings Who Died

"Hey bubs, guess who's coming over this weekend." It was a simple question for my toddler, asked in an effort to make conversation and prolong our 110th listening of the Little Mermaid soundtrack. "Oh, I know," she responded, her eyes smiling. "Who's coming over?" I repeated. "It's my sister, Dorothy. She will come play." Gripping…

My Daughters Have Never Met, But That Doesn’t Mean They Don’t Know Each Other

She found the photo on my nightstand. I flinched when she grabbed it, imagining the inevitable destruction that toddlers leave in their wake. Instead, I found myself surprised at the gentle and knowing way she cradled it in her hands. A very atypical move for our rough-and-tumble girl. "Baby." she stated in her breathy squeal.…