I am a 33 year old graphic artist/part-time stay at home mom. I have a 4 year old son Bobby---my best bud and my sunshine. My beautiful daughter Hannah---who flys above in Heaven. And my beautiful Rainbow who lights up my life---Eliana Grace born December 2010. My husband and I have been married for 5 years and have been through more than your average couple, but always try to remain strong for each other. I am extremely blessed.
No one ever thinks of pregnancy as tragic.....I know I never did. From the moment I found out we were pregnant with our second child, I was filled with dreams and hopes for her. Sadly I lost Hannah in my second trimester.
This is her story and my journey through grief.....
Grab My Button!
Beautiful Little Girl
Hannah's Tree
A pink weeping cherry.....
Hannah's Stone
The Children's Memorial Garden
Hannah's Quilt Square
Memorial Quilt Square at a local hospital
Hannah's Name in the Sand
Thank You Carly!
Hannah's Flower in Rory's Garden
Thank You Sarah & Richard!
Hannah's Angel Wings
Thank you Lea!
Monday, October 26, 2009
It's out there.....
Today my package left for the hospital. I pray they receive this information with an open mind and a heart willing to change. What I did was put together a binder full of information on Pregnancy & Infant Loss. Everything from dealing with the grief to Parent & Child Rights. Our's and Hannah's were so devastatingly violated. I am thankful to the National Share Organization for sending me this material.
Then I made a memory box, dedicated to my daughter, filled with a candle, rose and some hopefully comforting words graced by a pair of angel wings.
How I miss my angel. It has been five weeks today. How I love that beautiful face. Sweet smile. Tiny hands and feet. One day I will hold her again.
In the hospital, I would also include an ink pad, and a paper to put the little one's tiny footprints on. This tiny piece of paper means more than anyone that has not suffered the loss of a child can imagine.
Beautiful!
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