My Preschool Age Daughter & My First Miscarriage. Part 1

“I’m losing time with both of you. I’m watching your lives happen, but I’m not part of them.” I said this to Daniel when I was on bedrest during my second pregnancy. Of course I knew I was doing what was best for the baby, but that still didn’t make it easy. Weeks went by …

Continue reading My Preschool Age Daughter & My First Miscarriage. Part 1

Grieving with Hope

REblog- For Pregnancy Loss Awareness Month

ChrissyWinslow.com

Sight. I can tell you what grief looks like.

A young pastor from a tiny village in South Asia, bent over a shallow hole in the ground, back shuddering with silent cries after lowering his newborn into the earth.

He literally had to tear himself away when it was time to go. He couldn’t bear to leave her in the cardboard computer box, her body gently wrapped in soft cloth purchased just after her death.

Touch. Grief felt like fingertips running over a cardboard computer box. A little heavier than normal because of the infant inside.

Smell. An earthy scent. Each shovel full of parched ground slowly covered the box out of sight. It was dry season so dust rose easily into our nostrils after hitting the box.

Grief’s Taste: salty. Tears running into my mouth. I was standing in the background silently weeping because I wasn’t sure what else…

View original post 738 more words

August 14th. Changing Expectations & Redefining Family

In the past, August 14 has come around and I’ve been so busy I’ve forgotten. It’s a date my husband and I remember well, but I don’t mark it on the calendar. I’m not sure if he does. Usually when I’ve forgotten a mixture of emotions sneak up on me over a period of days. …

Continue reading August 14th. Changing Expectations & Redefining Family

Helping Moms after Miscarriage

“Just drive past Abhidi’s stand. I don’t want to talk today” It had been a few days, but my body was still recovering from the miscarriage and procedures in the hospital. I felt too tired emotionally and physically to talk with my friend who sold fruit in our neighborhood. We met because I pushed Eva …

Continue reading Helping Moms after Miscarriage