Grieving What’s Lost

Today is a hard day.

Two years ago today, Jay and I lost our second baby at 10 weeks. We were blindsided by the pregnancy and even more so blindsided by the miscarriage. We had called him or her “Starfish” due to an obsession with a quote from our favorite T.V. show. Sometimes I laugh now, thinking we might’ve picked something a little less silly had we known this would be the only name we’d ever know for this child.

While most days I have much to say about grief, loss, miscarriage, and infertility, today, I don’t. I don’t have many words of wisdom or encouragement. Today I just remember…and ask you to as well. Remember to pray for us today, not so you will feel sorry for us, but so you can help bear the (heavy) burden of mourning we carry today.

It is Well

My husband and I watched You’ve Got Mail tonight. It was such a refreshing time–to sit by ourselves and watch a clean, happy movie where boy meets girl and things work out. Even if you don’t like chick flicks, you gotta love YGM. Meg Ryan? Tom Hanks? C’mon. 

A Heavy Burden: My Journey with Fertility/Infertility (Part Two)

In my last post, I mentioned I’m reading a book by Glahn and Cutrer, titled When Empty Arms Become a Heavy Burden. If you haven’t read Part One, I encourage you to check it out below or here. This post will make a lot more sense after reading it.

I talked with Jay a little last night about my desire to name the baby. As usual, he’s super supportive and onboard. Trying to come up with a name for a baby is hard enough without the added circumstances. Plus, how do we announce that? Do we just start using it and then hope everyone catches on? Do we send something out or tell everyone in private? I imagine it will be posted here at some point, but I don’t know if that’s all we want to do. I’m still working through that.