You’re an absence I carry
December 10, 2021
Moving after my son’s death and it’s hard—although people here know he existed, he’s still an abstract concept to them, only “real” to me.
Empty arms after the loss of a child
- I came home from the hospital after Adrian’s death with arms empty and aching. I wanted to hold something, and often cuddled my animals. My body simply ached for my son. His absence was a physical missing.
Take Home Baby
March 30, 2021
I cradled her head delicately, supporting her, and felt pride in her heft, her fully developed form, this tiny human we had created together. “Is this what being a father feels like?” Then I placed her tenderly in the hospital cart, and watched as the nurse dutifully rolled her away.
Mother’s Day 2020
May 10, 2020
To those with children in their arms, and those with children in their hearts: Happy Mothers Day. You are so loved.
Preventing Stillbirth Starts With Outreach
November 24, 2019
Since I first starting researching safe pregnancy practices following Adrian’s death, I have wanted to put together a road show to share this information with the world. Today I ran my first booth at the Monterey Birth and Baby Fair.
26 Mar 2019 – The Worst Thing that Never Happened
March 26, 2019
This is quite possibly the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please note that the following screenshots are simulated tweets. This is the timeline of an event that never happened.
Perspective of a Non-Believer Following the Death of a Child (Quora)
March 11, 2019
I don’t know where my son is now. I don’t know if we’ll meet again, or if he’s at peace. I know that I miss him with a passion I can’t put into words. I know I would have given anything, including my own life, to guarantee him life on earth. I STILL don’t believe in God.
12 Sep 2018 – Three Dishes
September 12, 2018
I never had to face this choice with Adrian. I never had to hold him, breathing; weigh impossible odds. I didn’t have to look into eyes gone soft and full of hurting. I didn’t get to hold his living body in my arms.
25 Aug 2018 – Amy Anne
August 25, 2018
I fed her shredded chicken with my fingers this morning. The vet prescribed her steroids. She actually has an appetite. I gave her a piece of my blueberry scone. I guess it doesn’t matter now what’s good for her in the long run.
028 – Wed, Aug 16, 2017 at 6:07 PM
August 1, 2018
My worst regret is drinking half a can of Red Bull on those mornings I struggled to get out of bed. In that reality, I know it’s not my fault. I loved you more than life itself.
