Ban Abortion, Ban Obama

My Michael never had a chance, but Obama is making sure that NO baby has a chance.



October 15th: Remembering Our Babies, Angel Anniversaries.

The Awakening Bond

Fried Okra asks today in a very poignant post about when her awakening bond with the baby she carries occurred. Megan related her experiences to songs and asked about what song symbolized MY bond with my kids.

As far as I can remember, this happened with only one of my kids. I guess I just got too busy having more to take the time to relate our relationships to songs. But with Oldest Girl, it was this one that came out right after she was born. And now, 11 years later, it still makes me sniffle.

With Baby Bunting, it's like new awakening after every twist, roll, shuffle-step-kick that he does. Somehow it's like I forget, although I with my huge 32 week belly I don't know how I WOULD forget, but I do. Each and every movement he makes is a treasure trove for my heart. I take pleasure in his movements, even when they involve squishing my tiny bladder into near non-existence.

Is this from the loss of Michael? Maybe. Now, Michael just seems so far away, but I still find myself occasionally thinking of Bunting as Michael. I know that won't stay around after he's born, but it's a bit disconcerting, none-the-less. RooBoo prays for her lost baby brother every night, touchingly.

Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle, for your viewing pleasure... For the bond between me and my first baby.



What about you? What, if any, symbolizes YOUR bond?

Our Joy

It's only 4 weeks. We've a long way to go, so remember us in your prayers.

This baby will not replace Michael. Not by a long shot. But I do think this one will help us to heal. And we are so happy.

Praise you, Father, for your precious blessing.

Remembering Our Babies

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Left us at 12 weeks.

Forever in my heart.

Not a day goes by without you, sweetie.

Shrine of The Innocents

he Shrine is dedicated in Memory of the Children Who Have Died Unborn.

Often children who have died before birth have no grave or headstone, and sometimes not even a name. At The Church of The Holy Innocents, we invite you to name your child(ren) and to have the opportunity to have your baby's name inscribed in our "BOOK OF LIFE".

Here, a candle is always lit in their memory. All day long people stop to pray. On the first Monday of every month, our 12:15pm Mass is celebrated in honor of these children and for the comfort of their families.

We pray that you will find peace in knowing that your child(ren) will be remembered at the Shrine and honored by all who pray here.

The shrine also offers Certificates of Life.

The Church of the Holy Innocents

Hurting, Loss, Sorrow... Healing

It hurts so very, very much, this loss of someone I didn't even know yet. My body is still sharing his space, but he's very much gone. Today is better than the shock of yesterday. I feel more at peace but know there is a long road ahead.

I have post-partum depression quite badly after the birth of my children, starting with #3. I take meds that are so helpful and receive therapy when it's very bad.

When I was so sick after #3 (RooBoo) was born, I was advised to check into the hospital or go be cared for by someone capable. I chose to spend the two weeks it took for my meds to kick in staying with my mother-in-law. She cared for me and all my children while I recovered. After the birth of TheBoy (#4), she came and spent a week with me, helping me settle into my own house.

So now, when the hurting is so bad, when the anxiety is ramping up, when I can't bear to be away from home without nearly going out of my skin, my blessed mother-in-law will have us stay again. She will love and care for me as if I were her own child and not the stranger who married her last son.

We had planned to visit next week already. The kids enjoy spending a week with Gramma and Grampa attending vacation bible school each summer. But this time, we're all staying.

Hubbers. He is hurting, too. I feel such sorrow at his pain, wishing I could ease it. He is here for me, just to hold me, whenever I need. We've spent much of the past two days telling each other of our love, and how it will be okay. He needs to spend some time at Gramma's house, too, soaking up her loving reassurance.

Hubbers and I will heal, in time. There may even be another baby somewhere waiting for us. Whatever comes, our little one will be looking down from heaven, awaiting OUR arrival.

Life is Fragile

It's a heavy heart that writes this and there is no nice way to say it. Here is is, plain and true.

Our baby died sometime last week. There are no heart tones, no movement. The Dr believes that it was a chromosomal abonormality, since the pregnancy lasted 11 and a half weeks.

Now we wait. Wait for nature to happen. Wait for the grief to subside. Wait to see our baby in heaven.

Someday.