Adventuring through childhood... with love and dysfunction in tow
Dear Holly, On your 12th birthday I remember you in all your forever smallness. I remember the first time I held you with a knowledge it was to say goodbye. But I didn’t say goodbye. Instead, I tucked in my heart. Your forever home. And I miss you every day.
We’re not shy about awareness here and our hearts are often open to the reality of life, regardless as to what it may bring. I wanted to write about Holly, the quietest member of our family who was born to give us an appreciation of the rain and an ability to see sunshine through the storms. She sure did rock… View Post
We always had the knowledge it was coming but thought we may wing it just a little longer, but apparently not. During a recent appointment a few weeks ago it was determined that her heart cannot keep maintaining the excessively fast beating episodes and it’s elasticity as she grows is not fairing too well…
The pregnancy limbo that miscarriage leaves. Miscarriage shatters an antenatal bubble that you once lived in which you never knew was there. It takes away a naivety that you once had that pregnancy would be plain sailing and a comfortable bed of roses and replaces it with a hesitation to be overjoyed. It gives you a fear, not of the… View Post
Grief changes you. You can let it consume you or you can let it awash your world with positives. What do you choose? To remain in the shade covered in a sadness? To allow your heart to crumble when memories take you back? To listen to the silence and let it remind you that they are no longer there? It’s so… View Post
The hardest thing was that she never got to open her eyes. Being born at 24 weeks often means that your eyes are still fused closed. Holly’s eyes never opened.
Each year we mark Remembrance Day by doing an activity with the children, this gives us an important opportunity to open up a discussion with the children about the relevance of Poppy day and why we remember.
