Posts Tagged ‘early pregnancy loss’
A December Remembrance
Validating your pain and grief will help in your healing. Grief and joy can walk side by side.
Read MoreFriends. Forever?
We all have a battle that we are dealing with, and it is okay to need each other.
Read MoreJust The Right Friend
Take the time to recognize and be grateful for the loyalty of friendship during the difficult times.
Read MoreEmbracing the Journey from Broken to Rejoicing
By: Kayla Leibner Have you ever felt pressured on your grief journey – by your feelings or by the words of others? There are some things that have been said to me repeatedly over the last few years – more frequently at the beginning of my life as a bereaved parent and only on occasion…
Read MoreRest for Your Soul
By: Kayla Leibner Life can be exhausting. Some seasons just seem to never stop moving. I am in a season of my life in which there is always something that needs to be done – laundry, dishes, cleaning, meal planning, school, bills, groceries, errands… the list could go on and on. I often have a…
Read MoreStaying Connected to Your Baby
During the times that I am missing my boy, I put on his playlist and feel close to him, while usually having a good cry alone in my car, as well.
Read MoreForgotten Fathers
Remember that father’s grieve like mothers do. Remember that Father’s Day is not easy for them.
Read MoreSnapshots in the Making
By: Nikki Grayson Let’s be honest, the job of a nurse is not all that glamorous. But in the beginning, Ithought it would be. My thoughts were centered on one thing: helping patients. Not only did itnot turn out to be a dazzling profession, but it was downright hard to become a nurse. Late nightsstudying,…
Read MoreHow Many?
By: Kayla Leibner Who am I? I am a Christian. I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a friend. I am more things, but these are the identities that are most important to me. First and foremost, my identity is in Christ. However, since…
Read MoreFootprints On My Heart
By: Nikki Grayson Angel Wings and a baby hat; black and white photographs and a little blue blanket; nurses to cry with and a doctor to share your fears with. It was one year ago on a Monday morning when I walked through the double doors of the OB floor. As I followed the nurse…
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