The Power of ‘And’: How One Word Changed The Way I Grieve

Five weeks after Dorothy died, my nephew was born.  I remember going to to our weekly therapy session and sharing this news with our therapist.  Of course she wanted to know how I was feeling about his arrival.  I replied that I was so happy that he was safely here but I was also happy…

Coming Home After My Baby Died

I spent a week in the hospital after Dorothy died so that my body could begin to recover from all that it had endured.  I know my doctors wanted me to stay longer, but after a week I broke down and begged to be discharged.  As long as I was in that hospital, my husband…