"What I Mean When I Say My Daughter Was Stillborn"

This brilliant article is over at Still Standing Magazine...read to understand, to feel less alone, to learn or to continue grieving. Much love.

Heavy

I lay awake last night, listening to our heater kick on and off and to Simon's rustling in his crib as he slept. I couldn't sleep as yet another family joined the ranks of our babylost club.

After finding the full identity of the family, a semi-aquaintence through my husband and our college world, I was struck with the full force of that raw grief again. I sat on the floor yesterday afternoon, crying with the weight of it. Simon came running up with a huge hug, and I let him tackle me. He looked at me, and then lay his head down on me, and we just lay there for a time. No wriggling or goofiness. He just seemingly understood I needed some love and grounding.

I've been asked to create a family painting for this family, and I'm honored to do so. I had a candle lit all day yesterday for them. I have one lit today for all of ours too.

Wishing you love and light.