Being Part of the Club

By: Amanda Crews When I was in labor with our son, Carson, at 37 weeks, I had a dear friend visit me. She, too, had experienced the loss of a child. She stood alongside my bed, as my body prepared for a long labor, and she apologized. She said, “I am so sorry, Amanda. This…

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The Resentment in Grief

By: Amy Lied  It’s been 6 years since our firstborn, our son, was stillborn, after struggling with infertility and suffering a miscarriage previously. Since then we have brought home twin girls, for whom we are immensely grateful. However, despite the joy of our daughters, the pain remains from our journey to parenthood. In the four…

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A Brother to Remember

By: Amy Lied Raising little, living siblings of an older brother who isn’t here is complicated. We have always been very open with our girls about their older brother, Asher, who died before they were born.  They know of him and his place within our family. One time while having a dance party, my daughter…

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Remembering Carson

By: Amanda Crews In March of 2017, at 37 weeks pregnant, I heard the crushing words, “Amanda, I am so sorry, but there’s no heartbeat,” as I lay on an ultrasound table within my obstetrician’s office. Visions of changing diapers, sleepless nights, late night feeds, milestones, and the life we had planned came tumbling down.…

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A New Year

By: Lauren Hearne It’s a time to reflect on the past year and plan for what this new year will bring and make lists/goals/resolutions/etc. I always loved the idea of a new year and the hope of what that may bring and a chance for a fresh start. I always loved the idea of making…

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You’re Entitled to Your Opinion

Sharing your story is intended to help others and continue the story of your baby. There can be great joy with this but sadly also an exposure to unkindness and hurtful comments.

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Eighteen

By: Autumn Purdy “… I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods, Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss; The naked, silent trees have taught me this,— The loss of beauty is not always loss!” From “November” by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard I awaken from a vivid, haunting dream and remorsefully remember: She’d be…

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The Hardest Part

By: Artis Granville The hardest part is everything. Everything hurts the same. If I had to choose what hurts the most my dear, it’s you not being here for me to call you by name. For now, when I call your name my child it is in remembrance of you, For I refuse to let…

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