Sometimes I just get by with a little help from my friends…..

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I will be speaking to a family that lost their beautiful baby girl to a genetic disease.  They are still in the hospital and the staff called me to see if I could offer them words of wisdom.  I feel so much pressure and doubt when talking to others. I just want so badly to help them and offer them any morsel of comfort they deserve.  Yet, I’m filled with anxiety and apprehension about my ability to do just that.  What if I sound like an idiot?  What if I mumble?   UGH!

I know that I have firsthand knowledge on losing a baby, especially one that died due to something you passed on to them.  But, each grief is SO personal and so different.  I remember being in the early days of grief and nobody was able to reach me.  How will I reach them?

So, I get by with help from my friends and ask them to send me good vibes.  It is truly in their friendship I find strength to move forward and be there for others who find themselves thrust into the valley of grief and sorrow.  I will continue to honor my baby boy and do the work he has asked of me.  Momma misses you more than words can say!

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Did you know that in October 1988, President Ronald Reagan Proclaimed October as National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. “When a child loses his parent, they are called an orphan. When a spouse loses her or his partner, they are called a widow or widower. When parents lose their child,there isn’t a word to describe them. This month recognizes the loss so many parents experience across the United States and around the world. It is also meant to inform and provide resources for parents who have lost children due to miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy, molar pregnancy, stillbirths, birth defects, SIDS, and other causes.”

The month of our awareness begins ♡♥

 
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You haven’t walked this journey

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Sometimes others look at bereaved parents with such questions as, “Why are you still so sad after this long? Why haven’t you moved forward quicker? Why are you still holding onto the past? Why haven’t you packed up your child’s room? Why do you still go to the cemetery so often? Why do you wish your child was here when you know your child is better off in heaven?” The answer to these quesions is simple: ” You haven’t walked this journey called child loss.”