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Adrian James Hernandez was stillborn on 30 June 2017. This site exists to honor his life and to provide resources to prevent stillbirth for other families.

Adrian James Hernandez is the planned and wanted child of single-mother-by-choice Miranda Hernandez. Adrian was stillborn at the end of a term pregnancy in 2017 due to complications resulting from undiagnosed preeclampsia. This site exists to share his story, and to provide resources for bereaved families and those who support them.

Chronological Story | Adrian’s Legacy | Letters to Adrian | Friends of Adrian

Miranda Hernandez is a writer and mother to Adrian and his younger sister, nicknamed “Peanut”. Miranda holds a degree in Literature and Writing from the University of California at San Diego, and has completed graduate work in statistical and data analysis. Miranda is grief positive, death positive, and an advocate for safe and informed pregnancy. She believes in mutual respect amongst all religious, spiritual, and cultural traditions, and is neutral on all other issues.

Chronological Story | Life as a Grieving Mother | Write Your Grief | Miranda’s Blog

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The Sea Glass Parenting Community was formed in 2019 to bring together parents who have experienced loss of a child at any age. Like sea glass, we are broken by circumstance and tumbled by time; like sea glass, we are unique, ever-changing, and always beautiful.

The Sea Glass Parenting Community was formed in 2019 to bring together parents who have experienced loss of a child at any age. Like sea glass, we are broken by circumstance and tumbled by time; like sea glass, we are unique, ever-changing, and always beautiful.

A private Facebook community for bereaved parents. If you have experienced the loss of the child, you are welcome here.

For those who journal and those who would like to, this course provides prompts to explore your love and grief alongside a supportive community of fellow bereaved parents. Nominal fee; scholarships available.

A visual project capturing the beauty in the broken.

Blog Title: "Everything Happens" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

At a retreat last year, someone pointed out that everything happens — everything: happiness, sadness, loneliness, joy; war, famine, rape, death; broken promises, lottery winners, childhood cancer, cancer cured. Everything. And almost never for a reason. At least not the way the saying intends.

Blog Title: "A Letter to the Pregnant Mother from one who is Bereaved" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

Dear mother who is pregnant for perhaps the first time: please know that I worry about you. Whether we are friends or acquaintances or just a moment in time, I may ask you questions. It may seem strange. Please know I’m constantly fighting a battle between how much is important to tell you without also leaving you terrified.

Blog Title: "The Worst Part" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

Hearing the news was definitely the worst part.

“There is no heartbeat.” It broke me. I fell.

And the worst parts just kept stacking.

Blog Title: "Why I Choose to Share Photos of my Dead Child on Social Media" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

I was laying on the hospital bed, staring at the patterned flooring. Tears were still running, but I had finally stopped screaming. The nurse came in and out, held conversations with my doula and my sister. At one point, she brought a form for a photographer. I asked my sister to fill out the form for me. Because I wanted everything. Every tangible token possible.

Blog Title: "Everything Happens" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

At a retreat last year, someone pointed out that everything happens — everything: happiness, sadness, loneliness, joy; war, famine, rape, death; broken promises, lottery winners, childhood cancer, cancer cured. Everything. And almost never for a reason. At least not the way the saying intends.

Blog Title: "A Letter to the Pregnant Mother from one who is Bereaved" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

Dear mother who is pregnant for perhaps the first time: please know that I worry about you. Whether we are friends or acquaintances or just a moment in time, I may ask you questions. It may seem strange. Please know I’m constantly fighting a battle between how much is important to tell you without also leaving you terrified.

Blog Title: "Why I Choose to Share Photos of my Dead Child on Social Media" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

I was laying on the hospital bed, staring at the patterned flooring. Tears were still running, but I had finally stopped screaming. The nurse came in and out, held conversations with my doula and my sister. At one point, she brought a form for a photographer. I asked my sister to fill out the form for me. Because I wanted everything. Every tangible token possible.

Blog Title: "The Worst Part" in white text on a green background with the AJH elephant logo in the background

Hearing the news was definitely the worst part.

“There is no heartbeat.” It broke me. I fell.

And the worst parts just kept stacking.

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