Milk, But No Baby

The following is written from the point of view of Thursday, December 2nd, 2021. Five days after Benjamin was born. Today felt like a milestone. But first I have to explain why. Monday night my milk came in, which felt horrible and unfair, not to mention VERY physically painful. All my thoughts went about like... Continue Reading →

Riptide

This is a poem I wrote in the first few weeks after our son Benjamin Milo died. Riptide I was just swimming,Enjoying the movementOf the waves around me.Ducking under, feeling their push,Rising again. Then a wave I didn’t see comingPushed me underAnd spun me around.Gasping and reeling,I take in my new landscape. I’m much farther... Continue Reading →

Benjamin Milo

On December 18th, 2021, we buried our son Benjamin Milo with family and friends gathered around us. Nathanael and I both shared pieces we had written in the days since Benjamin's birth and death. Below is what I read that day. To read Nathanael's two pieces, see the posts titled "Counted" and "Why?" Benjamin Milo By... Continue Reading →

Into the Darkness

“I kind of thought this would happen,” our wise-beyond-her-years and yet-so-innocent six-year-old said when we told her her baby brother I’d been pregnant with just a day before had died. “Why did you think that?” I asked her. “Because it’s happened so many times before,” she said. She’s right. We’ve been down this road before,... Continue Reading →

The Third First Year

A year ago, I was pregnant. It's very strange to me to think about the fact that it's been a full year since my last pregnancy. Not much longer into the night at this time last year, I began the worst deja vu type of experience as my body reenacted our first miscarriage with excruciating... Continue Reading →

Remembrance

It has been six months since our son Noah was born too soon. Had he been able to stay with us, he very well may have been born today or sometime around now. His due date is still two weeks away, but I've never stayed pregnant all the way to a due date. This morning... Continue Reading →

Call Me Up—a poem

Recently a friend who is a nurse expressed her deep desire for a local hospital to "call me up" for their Covid-19 response team. Her expression reminded me of historical war times when the draft was actively used. Other medical professional friends have expressed the same longing to run to the front lines that she... Continue Reading →

Misconceptions

If there's anything the past year of losing precious babies has taught me regarding faith in Jesus, it's that I've been harboring a lot of misconceptions for much of my life. Misconceptions about who God is, what His goodness means, what His faithfulness looks like, what prayer is for, and what it means to trust... Continue Reading →

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