Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Has it really been TWO whole years?

Two years has passed since the morning I woke up, and sat down on my couch to find I was leaking fluid. Two years has passed since I told my company that I needed to go the emergency room and they drove me the 50 miles…

Two years sometimes still feels like yesterday. I still remember the littlest of details as if this happened yesterday...

I can remember laying there in that triage room while the nurses came in and told me that what I feared most, The fluid leaking  was amniotic fluid.  I remember being blind- sided by the on call doctor coming in, and asking me which hospital I wanted to be transported to, so that I could deliver Jacob early, since they were a Catholic hospital and wouldn’t induce labor.  I remember being terrified and extremely upset. I was all alone and my husband at the time was stuck on location in an oil field… I remember the nurse telling me that they didn’t know sometimes things like that happened…but they did and they were sorry.

I remember telling her that I didn’t want to be induced. My son was fine, he was moving and happy.  She replied, that although he may seem fine, he’s not. Then, the nurses on duty, so kindly brought me an application for Texas Birth Certificate, which broke my heart even more, when I got to the last page and read where it said “Congratulations on your newest Texan”.  I had no idea whether he’d live to even receive a birth certificate. 

The Lord answered my prayers and the on call doctor came in and told me that they’d admit me if I liked, so that they could watch me for signs of infection and that I could attempt to stay pregnant until 24 weeks, the age of viability in Texas.

I remember being moved from Triage into my room on the section of the maternity ward where they kept the C-Section patients, being hooked up to the heartbeat monitor for a few minutes, and just listening… worrying… only to have someone come in soon after, turn it off, and tell me that they wouldn’t be monitoring Jacob’s heart rate because he was too young.  I wanted to know why. He may not have been 24 weeks, but he was my baby none the less..

I remember those long long agonizing days of strict bed rest, not being able to get up out of bed… the emotional abuse from my ex-husband and the times I spent in prayerful tears for my strength, and for Jacob.

I remember being prepped for the flight that would carry Jacob and I to the hospital where he’d be delivered three days later. 

I remember seeing my sweet baby boy on an ultrasound alive and practicing breathing, thinking things were good. Little did I know it was the last time I’d see him alive this side of Heaven.

I remember meeting my tiny boy – all 1 pound and 2.5ounces of him on February 10,2012 at 10:26pm. I remember breathing in his sweet smell, knowing soon I would no longer have that chance.

I remember my heart aching beyond belief for the son I couldn’t bring home. I still know a deep ache in my heart for my sweet two year old in Heaven.

I remember all these things…. Most of all I remember January 22, 2012 – it was the start to this never ending journey through grief and infant loss.  The entrance to a path I had no choice in being on… but somehow am grateful I have been put in this path.

My experiences have helped me grow as a Christian.  They have helped me grow as a mommy. And they have helped me grow as a person.

I Love You Jacob Austin .  You are still my world.  Mommy still remembers you and the time we spent together! <3

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Happiness through the tears

23 months ago I received the worst news of my life. My sweet precious baby boy whom I adored and loved so much for 23 weeks and 5 days, passed away, and I would become the parent of a stillborn. The next day my son, Jacob Austin, was born still.  He was born into a silent room, filled with the tears of his family members who were still anxiously awaiting his arrival.  He was born into a room full of love. 

Over the course of the next three days, my family and I loved him, snuggled with him and then I was discharged from the hospital.  Without him.  My world felt as if it was ending.  A part of me had died when he did.  Happiness was a goal I thought I would never attain again. Frankly, I had no desire to be happy again. My world had ended. My son, who was expecting to be a big brother wasn’t going to be a big brother to a baby boy on earth, but one in Heaven.  I wasn’t the mother to two kids on earth, but one on Earth and one in Heaven.   The week after I came home from my three week, 21 day hospital stay, was the worst ever.  The weeks following were almost as horrible, and heartbreaking.   Each day, each week that passed was another milestone I knew I was missing.  Unbeknownst to me though, the Lord was working in my life.  He was healing my heart and teaching me that even though a part of my passed away the day Jacob did, he had given me many things to be happy about, many things to smile for.

            It was through grieving the loss of Jacob, that I learned how to truly be grateful and happy for the things I do have in my life.  I learned that to be happy you must be truly happy for those around you.  I became much more thankful for my family, and close friends who stuck by my side.  They provided the support I needed as well as small things to make me smile when I needed it.  Smiling while grief was so new to me, felt so wrong.  I had no desire to smile, or to be happy. My heart was broken into 10 million pieces and it would never be fixed again.  I forced myself a little bit at a time to do things I was no longer comfortable with.  I forced myself to go shopping at the grocery store and in the mall where I knew I might encounter babies and pregnant women.  I forced myself to attend baseball games where my son was playing, although I knew there was a risk of pregnant women, babies and small children who may remind me of my loss.  However, I knew that among all of these things that could go wrong, no one would judge me for stopping in the middle of my joy and crying or expressing sadness if I needed to.  And, I did, stop many times and shed tears at the baseball field, when a unknowing mother parked her stroller and baby next to me… each time I’d see a new mommy carrying her newborn through the grocery store… when I went to the zoo and saw families pushing their babies around…knowing I’d never do that with Jacob.  All of these things helped me heal.

When on these outings, I would look for reasons to smile, even through those tears.  I began noticing the beautiful sunsets at the baseball field where my son was playing.  I wanted to watch when my son said he was going to send a ball to Jacob in Heaven.  I wanted to find some small something to put at Jake’s graveside that would let others know how much he was loved.  I found several little pinwheels, and a mosaic ladybug to rest on his headstone.  Knowing that passersby would know who Jacob was and that he had a family that loved him and missed him, brought me joy.  These things made smile. 

When these things weren’t enough, I brought out my memory box provided to me from the hospital, and gazed at the few precious pictures I have of my boy, traced his footprints with my fingers and listened to music that I picked especially for him for his funeral.  All of these things brought me joy, through many tears. 

As more time progressed, I found joy in helping others.  I began reaching out to other mothers and families who had similar stories, who experienced the unthinkable.  I began blogging as a way to document my journey through grief in order to raise awareness to Stillbirth, but also to give other mommies and daddies a sense of hope, that grief does change. In March 2012, I began the Facebook page for Parents of Stillborns as well as a Pinterest page for grieving families.  Each time I add to these pages, I smile through my sadness and sometimes tears, knowing that at that particular moment, there is a family that needs me, there is someone who is in the shoes I was in two years ago.  It is my goal to do everything I can to help.  If you need anything from me, or ever just want to talk, please don’t hesitate to email me at  Look up my support page on Facebook at Http://www. , our Pinterest is  These links are also available on the left side of this blog, under helpful links.
Even if it's something small, I encourage you to find something that helps you to smile today.  Your baby would want you to smile and be happy. After all they were always happy with you. You're all they ever knew. 
Have a great week!  Let me know on Facebook,or in the comments here what you've found brings you joy again.  Big Big Hugs to you all!