Dying During Birth – My Story
American women are increasingly dying in childbirth, even as maternal mortality rates are falling around the world. I was nearly one of them… This is my story.
Read More Dying During Birth – My StoryAuthor: jheery
How Not to Say the Wrong Thing
“An odd byproduct of my loss is that I’m aware of being an embarrassment to everyone I meet. At work, at the club, in the street, I see people, as they approach me, trying to make up their minds whether they’ll ‘say something about it’ or not. I hate it if they do, and if they don’t.”
– C.S. Lewis
Read More How Not to Say the Wrong ThingMother’s Day Was Made For Mourning Mothers
Mother’s Day was once a day of peace and reconciliation born out of the pain of death, disease, and war. Its roots are based in mourning, in grief, and in pain. Like a flower, so often given as a cliched Mother’s Day gift, this day stands as a bright beacon of hope rising out the mud.
Read More Mother’s Day Was Made For Mourning MothersA Childless Mother on Mother’s Day
There is a word to describe parentless children – orphans. A word for wives without husbands – widows. And for husbands without wives – widowers. Yet, there is no word that captures the reality and pain of a childless mother.
Read More A Childless Mother on Mother’s DayOur Journey To Now (Part 3)
We never named these babies. Perhaps it is even controversial to call them babies. Yet, this Mother’s Day, I remember them too .
Read More Our Journey To Now (Part 3)Our Journey To Now (Part 2)
It may be surprising to some, but for me, the grief after the loss of our second pregnancy – even though it only lasted 5 ½ weeks, even though it was for a baby we never knew, never saw, and never named – hit me the hardest, and so far even harder than the stillbirth of our sons.
Read More Our Journey To Now (Part 2)Our Journey To Now (Part 1)
There are no funerals for early losses. No rituals to remember those babies that were never born. So as a healing exercise of sorts, I remember the story of our first pregnancy – a baby we will never know whom we named Willow.
Read More Our Journey To Now (Part 1)The Purpose of This Blog
On Sunday, April 9, 2017, our twin boys, Ezra Lee and Leo Allen, died. They were born stillborn, just a day shy of 21 weeks. Any stillbirth is tragic. Yet, this loss was particularly painful, because this was supposed to be our double rainbow, the much awaited and longed for babies after we had already endured four early miscarriages within two years. Now, we are simply trying to put one foot in front of the other.
Read More The Purpose of This BlogOur Stillbirth Story
Just before midnight on Sunday, April 9, 2017, our two sons, Ezra Lee and Leo Allen, died. Yet, their lives saved my own life. This is the heroic story of their birth.
Read More Our Stillbirth StoryOne Month Ago
It is almost impossible to believe that we lost our sweet boys one month ago today.
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End of the Rainbow 