Last year, somewhere in between Thanksgiving and the first few days of December, my husband and I unexpectedly conceived our first child. I revealed the pregnancy to him by giving him two Christmas ornaments to hang on our tree with the big news written on them - he was super excited! That entire holiday season was spent… Continue reading Surviving The Holidays After Miscarriage
In life, most of the time it's easier to dwell on what we don't have rather than what we do have. This can be especially true if you are going through miscarriage or infertility because your focus is on the baby that seems to be missing. It's hard to find the good in that, if… Continue reading Things I’m Thankful For After Miscarriage
Okay, so can I be honest? Promise you won't judge me? When I first learned of my miscarriage, I was mad at God. It seemed that I was mad at everyone actually, but I felt particularly and especially angry with God. I felt like He had personally let me down. I blamed Him for things He… Continue reading Scriptures For Pregnancy Loss & Infertility
"My Little Angel Baby" is changing to "Rainstorms & Rainbows". The content will be the same, but I felt inspired to change the name of my blog for a couple reasons. First, I really do believe that one day God will give me and my husband a healthy child. "My Little Angel Baby" only focuses… Continue reading Rainstorms & Rainbows
Still honoring our babies this month for Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness month! Here is a blog from a mother who experienced a missed miscarriage, check it out!
A missed miscarriage
A missed miscarriage… as I write those words they ring out.
It’s so hard to write but I feel it’s important I put the words out there.
We learned that three days after I’d had the scan at Care my baby died. Just over 8 weeks.
So 4 weeks after the first scan and until the 12 week scan I was carrying something which was no longer living and we were blissfully unaware.
That’s pretty tough to write.
The smile on my husbands face, his happiness, the excitement we both felt. The idea that my husband would be a father and I a mum, the joking over baby names. The one name we found we liked. The planning over the baby’s room – how could I not think about this after the first scan. The talk with the midwife, the doctor, the future that was ahead which…
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Great blog post on things you can do to help a friend after a miscarriage! Check it out! #miscarriageawareness #pregnancyandinfantlossawarenessmonth
After suffering from a miscarriage I was made painfully aware of how ignorant the average Joe is to pregnancy loss. From brutally worded responses telling us to “just try again,” to being told that I “wasn’t that pregnant,” to having our loss completely ignored, an overwhelming amount of our friends and peers had less than positive responses to our miscarriage. It quickly came to our attention that people simply did not know what to say to or do for us in our time of need. While this shocked me, I believe it is the result of decade after decade of our society percieving pregnancy loss as a thing of shame. Something best kept hidden away and never spoken of again by the woman or her partner.
When preparing this particular post I did a bit of admittedly limited research. I reached out the women in my…
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In continued acknowledgement of Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness month, I am sharing this mother’s story on grieving after loss. I can identify so much with every word she has written here, check it out!
The past week has been hard.I have cried. A lot. This is the reality of child loss, and of grief, and of trying to find a new normal during a season of life where nothing–nothing–feels normal anymore. Because life isn’t how it should be.
There is no fixing this. Losing Alexander will not ever be okay. A lot of people’s lives have started to go back to “normal,” but ours hasn’t. And it won’t.But, a really wise doctor told us to keep taking forward steps.
Here’s the truth: forward steps are hard. They’re not impossible, but they’re damn hard and take a lot of work. And they often involve tears. Thisbroken heart of mine is the heaviest thing I’ve ever had to carry.
But I’m committed to the journey. I’m committed to taking forward steps, and to learning to carry this grief and this loss. I’m committed…
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