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Eight Million Pieces

lt;bgt;In January of 2005, my son C. died. Then he was born. These are the 8 million pieces of my life, as I pick them up,one by one.lt;brgt;lt;brgt;And now, featuring the addition of our second beautiful child, BB and his lovely sister E.lt;bgt;

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Froggy Baby

Saturday, June 6, 2009. Saturday, December 6, 2008. We are still here and doing well! I went private for a few months because someone in my real life found me. I was left feeling really violated and frustrated. Going private was the only way to protect myself at the time. Friday, July 4, 2008.

No, I will NEVER be over it!

We went on to have another baby boy in March of 2004, and a baby girl in Febuary of 2007. This is my life raising my children that are here while I am missing the one that should be. Thursday, April 17, 2008. Tuesday, February 05, 2008.

Natalie Julian

Tuesday, July 17, 2007. Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower;. But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,. So dawn goes down to day. Wednesday, April 18, 2007.

Life After.

My son, Joseph, died on May 26, 2005 after one hour on earth. This blog helped me sort through my feelings and prepare for his sister, Eleanor Grace, born in July 2006. Wednesday, November 07, 2007. Sorry that was so short! Yes, I am pregnant. About five minutes pregnant - 4 weeks, 2 days. When Eleanor was 11 months old, I started to feel the first stirrings of baby fever. She was so much fun! How could another one not be even MORE fun? In mid-O.

A pregnancy after a stillbirth

Surviving a pregnancy and now parenting after a loss. Vents, rants, and other mean thoughts. They come in threes, or fours. You are never too old to learn. Until they all come home. On You are never too old to learn. On Come sit by the fire. Build your own mobile website. On An oldie but goodie. On An oldie but goodie.

The Mad Mommy

Essays on parenting the Living and the Dead. Produce enough milk, dammit, I can. In every cell of my body.

A Mending Heart

My Journey through this process has changed me in ways I never thought possible. Sunday, May 12, 2013. Friday, May 11, 2012. Another year without her here. Friday, May 13, 2011. Born still May 13, 2007. 8 lbs 4 oz 20. Happy 4th Birthday my Sweet Angel. An Angel Never Dies - author unknown. That something stopped my heart,. I felt each tender squeeze you gave,. I loved you from the start.

Which ways up?

But I just had to share this and here seemed to be the ideal place to put it. Wednesday, 12 August 2009. Monday, 8 June 2009. A few snippets of news.

A Nice Cup of Tea

Flicker has now entered the world. Wednesday, August 15, 2007. Over a couple of years I felt like I built up a small readership and an smaller group of commenters. Hey, you could even call them friends. My new blog is, by comparison, a lonely place. So long, and thanks for reading. Sunday, July 08, 2007.

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lt;bgt;In January of 2005, my son C. died. Then he was born. These are the 8 million pieces of my life, as I pick them up,one by one.lt;brgt;lt;brgt;And now, featuring the addition of our second beautiful child, BB and his lovely sister E.lt;bgt;

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