It’s Not Just Mothers That Have Lost A Baby–Let Us Not Forget The Dads

Let's take a moment to recognize the dads--the grieving dads. When people acknowledge pregnancy and infant loss, they turn to the moms with their comfort and support. But it's not just the mothers who have lost a baby. Let us not forget the dads and their own experiences with the heartbreak of losing a baby.…

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All Moms Need Support — Grieving Moms, Too

To All The Mamas Who Have Nothing But Love For Other Mamas, You know who you are. You're the moms who are constantly reaching out and waving your flags of solidarity for the new moms on the block. You are the moms who are there for the breastfeeding moms and the formula moms. You high-five…

A Vacation From Grief

I love this picture of us. It was taken on a trip to Washington D.C. two years ago. While on our tour of the White House, my husband, Mike, and I paused to take a silly selfie in one of the mirrors in the East Room. We look so happy. . Looking at this picture,…

What Every Woman Having A Miscarriage Wants To Say And What Every Doctor Needs To Understand

Hello?  Is this the doctor?  Yes, I'm calling to let you know that I'm spotting. I know there's nothing you can do. I understand that medically speaking, it's still very early in my pregnancy.  Yes, I know that you want me to drink some water and rest. I'm listening to what you're saying, but now I need you…

Netflix and Grieve

When we came home without Dorothy, our first place of retreat was the couch.  We sat down on and immediately turned on the tv.   Neither of us said a word as we fixed our eyes forward and waited for that familiar red screen with the white lettering.  Mike then turned to me and said the…

The Language of PAIL (Pregnancy And Infant Loss)

I have always wanted to be bilingual.  In high school, I studied French and while my grades were excellent, my teenage ambition did not extend beyond my workbook pages.  C'est la vie. Now, almost three years after my first miscarriage, I find myself fluent in a language that does not easily translate.  It is not…

Unwrapping Joy and Heartache

It is our second Christmas without Dorothy.  The second year in a row where I find myself alternating between belting out Christmas songs with an almost-convincing bravado and staring at the twinkle lights as they blur through my tear-filled eyes.  A subsequent year of loneliness and "what-ifs" and pretending to the be the last 5…