Thursday, January 1, 2009

Our Story Links:

Below is a list of my "our story" posts. They are scattered throughout the blog and I am continually adding to them. It chronicles from finding out about Curtis through my pregnancy with daughter (in the future). Please note, my counting got off somehow, so ignore the numbers on the individual posts until I can go back and fix. From top to bottom here is the order of each post.

Finding Out:


4 hours with our son:

After goodbye:

Coming home:

Preparing for the service:

The service:

After the service:

Another loss:

Tattoos and Funerals:

Back to the real world:

The Marathon:

Our Birthdays:

Taking him home:

Spreading his ashes

Memorial Walk

The Job


Losing Hope:

Finding Joy


First Glimpse of her:

Curtis' birthday part I:

Curtis' Birthday part II:


Our Miracle Worker: 


Melissa said...

I'm here. I've caught up. I love you.

Laura said...

I love the name of your blog and I'm sorry for your loss. I lost one of my twins at 39 weeks to a cord accident. You're right though- this happens to too many.

Jordan Flaherty said...

I've recently started a blog on Blogspot as well. It chronicles my daughter's life before we also lost her to a stillbirth. Maybe we could follow each other. I'm not sure how to do that, as I just started two days ago. Mine is

Elaine said...

So ... my story/comment starts with so, because I lost my daughter at what seems like a thousand years ago. I was 27 at the time and that was 32 years ago. I grieved hard for 2 years. But I've felt ignored as a mother, almost entirely, since. I've never had more children and divorced shortly after her stillbirth (though it was pending long before) and I never married. I never get to share my story with anyone, never get to tell pregnancy woes or delights. I'm just always expected to be supportive, never jealous, never acknowledged as a mother in anyway ... well, except generically, as in all women are mothers because they have mothering instincts, and I'm just supposed to agree or nod or be contented. So ... I keep my feelings to myself ... because they just don't understand.