tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55593718659704247462023-11-16T08:55:48.381-06:00Willow AnnA blog to help families with a triploidy diagnosis.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-15202823330752720662013-09-24T21:13:00.001-05:002013-09-24T21:13:19.450-05:00Third Birthday<p>Happy Birthday sweet girl!  </p> <p>Poem sent by my sweet friend Erika!  It seems fitting for the day.</p> <p align="center"><font size="5">i carry your heart with me </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="5">by E. E. Cummings</font></p> <p align="center">i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)</p> <p align="center">i am never without it(anywhere <br />i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done <br />by only me is your doing,my darling) <br />i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)</p> <p align="center">i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) <br />and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant <br />and whatever a sun will always sing is you <br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows <br />(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud <br />and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows <br />higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) <br />and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart <br />i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) </p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-52156215490942405772013-05-14T20:56:00.001-05:002013-05-14T20:56:55.028-05:00Beautiful<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkoOYp10oM5KWIw-9Vi4nT58ggf7LxdhD24TRo4B6LC3byw8OLX7eZ9KImkx81Kow9SnuXpFQexDeCoWaXeOLPKH5vM-8iEFW2f8oiU20Hh4fly9vPR2C2fluiAfOHAGZ7MlxWHqhVCQR/s1600-h/Willow%252520proud%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="Willow proud" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Willow proud" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicO0Xjchn019KdPxvmp1X4FoXKZZHSLKSfoYLhKk-Ej9g4LCurS0FiLnGTgXJ0HzNYUp1WgQWxZR06m_e0F3ooxvXNWIUm7csaKkM86-uT7V_oFbffSp2kKKQljbkm_PUrnnDKR8hzD3cC//?imgmax=800" width="559" height="422" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-30556035520588032702013-05-12T21:59:00.001-05:002013-05-12T21:59:51.877-05:00Today<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnATgxMvNgO1PzWLQON-raxFs7i4Xmi3JuM_cfplvRthuwhtxuOUQZiP8NMfbY0VGREkXTe0dZcHqXPIhUsCYivLb3aBTj232FUK4mo-5lpCQ_FboXcabMQP1bTOP5IFUeoXHg-3tb3CW/s1600-h/Willow%252520mothers%252520day%25255B7%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Willow mothers day" border="0" alt="Willow mothers day" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr1bwk_QsntIaKa-YFmBetxu_pPBxhKKFcVT_EvE_-dAbDylv0am3UohHQwZkSSgnFIbJ7eJOzcNnrCo6ddCuWrlE3HUhrcH66OenZwOSzVMUxSdXu34weYKzVJ_PULBg5o0-vzxJVP0IJ//?imgmax=800" width="427" height="542" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-14375054593010516562013-03-22T20:04:00.001-05:002013-03-22T20:04:10.763-05:00Made me Smile<p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbUxd8jonC6SuyvadO4ED2uFv6lPeqrR0R6UNSSzNHywZhvQxw0g9YjTDQJm9_d8y0zGIiI8vVjKtTXJ5YyaxzDwhiRJ2OOpHUkHnpUCXCzQwgXvkJXtQkNxmPDTpdx4-e1WdOvsxtd81t/s1600-h/untitled%25255B4%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="untitled" border="0" alt="untitled" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4qIrmqsqZVFe-i9mDLT4T5TJ0dx2ws-oysz0vb0L56W3QH0oj0Iy199XTiGRnG-R3z8nfeaqM99yxJF1BfpUBhTOuDr30ZHbOk3ZJuw5yblQ9IeEWvntjEHdEpfS9UcxUiN8iGdV293g//?imgmax=800" width="499" height="638" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-73399428421104687592013-01-01T21:08:00.001-06:002013-01-01T21:08:54.072-06:00Grateful<p><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRs3_qixj-5g2hck3KPWM_NSG99ZCCMz4UxjDRlmK1ahVLmdzCRIQ" width="345" height="212" /></p> <p>The last few years, I have chosen a word for the year.  The first year it was hope.  I needed hope that we would get through the year after Willow’s death.  Last year, the word was faith.  I needed to have faith that we would get to bring our rainbow home.  This year, I am choosing grateful.  I want to purposefully choose to be grateful each day.  I want to enjoy the moments at home with the boys.  I want to be grateful, that I get to watch Ian grow and learn each day.  I need to remind myself how grateful I am for my family that supports us and my friends that I can lean on.  2012 was an amazing year and I feel so blessed.   I look forward to what 2013 has in store for us.  </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9Uzritqey4DKHTNUrmRensDalXSo3oMqflE6rxaH8egb7lCs8OdzMVH5x6pbdmwbpVJePgHTSqfBwtPABedGPb8u1tek_3N8RgnOkO7Z6q5HfXZSjrEvgTeYGhMrRFnysuciPkCFPOjj/s1600-h/Photochrome-20120805045339%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Photochrome-20120805045339" border="0" alt="Photochrome-20120805045339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnU-f_scrCVyjFt5nwHJEDDfZeZ83KYIt0SjykfoT-c4N5ng5qnJDQ8v7qNWvnNDkE7VAG3g-55hPE7N6ptM0hLNrche2fC35zQFgrq1h5McPXJdHYnGqqXOAdL53-Tz05ZO_OJ-cd8ED0//?imgmax=800" width="371" height="377" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLcNj-njQYBdZgDSF8eiV_gDvIkAN2Rb0JCB3ugNavqpKWqhS8DR9CmLJ2A7-TzpNNCOUz3LZ9kwjD2X78_7VWxzrbnJ62WubHSxUcXY7cBbgZazaUlQQ6lBjv_K9fDmJQQRIFSBuPv2k/s1600-h/Ian%252520NYE%2525202013%25255B3%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Ian NYE 2013" border="0" alt="Ian NYE 2013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrPM9NzUBYEyGwt1s5nVYOaIESBFEAUsL9uGUKe9YE1VWAYRrz5oVMKSJTOF5cjGt8w521s3W0aF-sy3mcxNItEE8QyGqyJrE4qKmYiJEOiZsmjtFfK5huiZCr3mQab5R78N5zYy44SQe//?imgmax=800" width="473" height="481" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH1YkThar9SL0PUndSNend9K-8XH5PsowSU_OrlcJM6-EUxRJD8XmsszcaR-IlYjnEc46P49GD6QldtXtmShlFFW9-Ltl8CUDRSb8kvuKGLCJc43JLsCLyqbIEldcWcFJkfMobS0apx-_P/s1600-h/IMG_2624%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2624" border="0" alt="IMG_2624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaUa0XRmntaRc-DDQ3z52qTvqu-HaTgtEgh-WmO2De0N4WTi9kf_0XW_UcJCd8mzsBta1FUvnllyD1B6iGO3f1sh5MIrAAaBDwlInalJaIiR5hNiNv-GcQDcg5kjm063ktENBERrQKO4i//?imgmax=800" width="292" height="394" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-1216599502517586352012-11-27T20:31:00.001-06:002012-11-27T20:31:21.880-06:00Thinking of You<p> </p> <p><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="Pinned Image" src="http://media-cache-ec3.pinterest.com/upload/93942342197191824_g3Mx4VL6_c.jpg" width="325" height="501" /></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-6395997837385669062012-09-24T00:00:00.000-05:002012-09-24T00:00:06.428-05:00Second Angel Anniversary<p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ESeLVej81ZBECIhs0TXqdJtQI7h5yy-SEdKXNk8TU6Pxp_iNa3qyOZFHAOKG_LhG6ev5gNHf6Xfa4mv8IyuCQ-T5LoT-qB1Oq-5P8UXw2F0ara-cap17UydJMhCIx9-EXJdR8zGMxq7R/s1600-h/340179_241456682570307_522503033_o%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="340179_241456682570307_522503033_o" border="0" alt="340179_241456682570307_522503033_o" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uzLJR042PgbXMS3npFkAwVwUnt8mq_oLDAfVRvM6bI0_oVxL1wjmKbHk11_hKaK7w1BDdUgaF5bz_VeIMvCkURouA28udviPxRTyhxb8O1KauhDH_QC0otZqsrG_PkUf-IwGECoCs8vL//?imgmax=800" width="431" height="353" /></a></p> <p>Two years ago we met you and said goodbye.  Today is still hard, as have the days leading up to your birthday.  Even with your little brother keeping me busy, I still miss you.  In him I see you. I wish today that I had both of you here to love on.  Happy birthday, Willow Ann!  </p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-4446120479916941652012-07-10T10:13:00.001-05:002012-07-10T10:13:01.112-05:00Sweet Words<h4><font style="font-weight: normal">My sweet friend Erika, sent me this poem she found.  It made her think of Willow and I think it is so sweet.</font></h4> <h4 align="center"><font size="5">Do not stand at my grave and weep</font></h4> <p align="center"><font size="5">Do not stand at my grave and weep <br />I am not there. I do not sleep. <br />I am a thousand winds that blow. <br />I am the diamond glints on snow. <br />I am the sunlight on ripened grain. <br />I am the gentle autumn rain. <br />When you awaken in the morning's hush <br />I am the swift uplifting rush <br />Of quiet birds in circled flight. <br />I am the soft stars that shine at night. <br />Do not stand at my grave and cry; <br />I am not there. I did not die. </font></p> <p align="center"><font size="5">Mary Elizabeth Frye</font></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-73787734243351780122012-04-22T19:46:00.001-05:002012-04-22T19:46:40.165-05:00Kelly’s Korner<p>I am linking up with <a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2012/04/show-us-your-life-moms-who-have-lost.html">Kelly’s Korner</a> today. She is connecting mother’s who have lost children.  </p> <p>My husband and I lost our daughter, Willow Ann to triploidy on September 24th 2010.  We had known since the beginning of July that she had a chromosome anomaly and would not live very long.  We choose to carry her despite the fatal diagnosis.  Unfortunately, on that September day, preeclampsia set in and I had to have an emergency c section.  Willow was born at 28 weeks and lived for a few minutes.  This is where I write about her and my grieve.  We are currently expecting our rainbow baby. </p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-63765863445786171202012-04-22T19:36:00.001-05:002012-04-22T19:36:24.479-05:00Break Down<p>A few weeks ago, I had a break down.  I should have seen it coming. I am good at knowing the signs and warning the husband, but I missed them.  So at 4 in the morning, I found the tears starting.  I thought I could push them away, but I couldn’t.  My husband woke to a mess.  He quietly waited for me the crying to pass and then I told him how sad I was that I wouldn’t be able to buy things for Willow.  I would never buy her Easter dresses or get a room ready for her.  I would never get to have Mommy/daughter outings.  It’s not to say that I am not thrilled to be having a healthy happy boy, but I was just sad to miss out on all of these things too.  I want all my kids here, to watch them all grow up. Some times life just sucks and that Sunday morning I was feeling it.  </p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-30913683980999711892012-03-23T21:25:00.001-05:002012-03-23T21:25:28.211-05:00A Rainbow<p> </p> <p><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbWvwmo76Ep8Naqi-uyfFyIjd3aqW9sEGisAzn3wRBc0CI95JXa4XmQnrkFe-m2biRqD98gQG89RHy4Ys0tha1xuD1grCmci_J4g9LmIGtddCl-RFVPH79kAqf5swnvqP96_U1JKSZWf7/s400/890,,rainbow,inspiration,quotes,rain,thoughts-84ae4a030b56e1c7dd4854b646669ed2_h.jpg" width="485" height="317" /></p> <p>A rainbow is a promise of sunshine after the rain, of calm after storms, of joy after sadness, of peace after pain, of love after loss.</p> <p> </p> <p>Meet our rainbow…</p> <p><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqcA9LJ09hI79aBTtMFg27iiOZ47WXQ7-GQYB3lRKs7UxSoZmeusfpzsBRHv6x2hX4e7o3hcQxZy04TuEgIqv4izbcSeZtd_EbL5AeC-kT3DbbHpOLN_PB6OiR8aF4JNoqO6xIlryv-ZJ//?imgmax=800" width="549" height="371" /></p> <p>In the baby loss community, it is said the baby born after the loss of a child is a rainbow.  Our rainbow baby is due August 14th.  </p> <p>Today, we met with our specialist for the second time.  He again confirmed a healthy baby and this time we were also told that it’s a boy!  </p> <p><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlI1d0rmtIO8LHx_-Zzn9TSM0R5v8DF2OGPAUkK4foMgWOS4tM1qmaKrfpOkY6UkWvpCDkvaWu7AM7OgA8AIGOJM2tywbquwEQb0fqHDF7o-q78f27dTpCEuHvz-LDnuhHDBiDgNDLE1D//?imgmax=800" width="399" height="364" /></p> <p align="center">~ in love ~</p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-9759472177714805112012-01-29T13:35:00.001-06:002012-01-29T13:35:59.541-06:00Love it<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuodf94AheHsYlP0_IdTM3ttrIwkNWlV2OCr2lphRpL-gNW7M3nDFgraC4LxapQMLIg41xDOJdr83SGf3FtrerC3J7JDphMUbBl9Ixt6tkf5PG9XtGRM3fobWHHtaiHKsXKjEr68doN4C/s1600-h/I%252520still%252520think%252520of%252520you%25255B3%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="I still think of you" border="0" alt="I still think of you" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRIQGk0GLAXbe3eQGksgxJq58ilyiANHt6ULdl9NAna77RJ8cMgJuJF-gX6saIzOWRqKTaqztGkxaT0piK1Q3sXEqWgX0HUj8_559Ceesx0_KyaYAvtPXezh7HVJs1zWhRjmpukTxQkSu//?imgmax=800" width="425" height="432" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://i.imgur.com/Ggqzx.jpg">Image via</a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-202305035115511922012-01-22T14:01:00.001-06:002012-01-22T14:01:05.394-06:00Just Because…<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnbUow2WGga-hAdHBc7lWjFMbnLdaYhGQDGRg4R5VfVXhfR6MbhdkGHnOHmsIaRsc8pCnbY1-c3buA1qYbCio4SR1wV7xnVi0-5Mj9Xqdv4RE86DZABbu-6itVTwRvIxta4BPVkYYsZGZ/s1600-h/Memory%25255B4%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Memory" border="0" alt="Memory" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwF8N1GcbSaXWISo3535yIZ9s8R_lVC2CjmREFRSHhKyLZwqJGMGs5hWzyzbmCX1SDeU8IDxuPR6jxIfFsKpD7kME_em-cx9wPTxOjEyDs0QqopzeVsQG9WU6rdZ_tCPqHLnSyahfuPue1//?imgmax=800" width="554" height="452" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-15344819896246215582012-01-01T17:44:00.001-06:002012-01-01T17:44:49.356-06:00Faith<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjiB0sJxKbDlhtOt-b-oRRKg6BhNgW7XbVMBd9vI5aL5ZZKexs_pYUoiBCfER8gnF5jpA9aCYH75qeDyoFFDOr7uxuaAcHz4qmnCSCkolWHtfaZ1FCZtAT12AkMjx2PN96Vy1anlPA1QS/s1600-h/faith3%25255B3%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="faith3" border="0" alt="faith3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3SEgCS6Vcv3EoS9MZLrnXppD6-S-Lqu1zYWQ6SqdzismyD5r4sM1lxwCN50dTs0OXXD68kCD4Z_gG-v0D_FwS5xep20FjlN0aZkD155ND9cOCaZFKN9ShgJr_ITDiO2S8mCjk3nviw67//?imgmax=800" width="322" height="435" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p>Last year, my word for the year was hope.  We successfully survived 2011.  We had more laughter than tears.  We survived many firsts without Willow.  My word for this year is faith.  I have faith that my family will remain healthy and strong. Faith that we will continue to laugh and enjoy each other. Faith that we will find our rainbow in the storm that we have survived.</p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-86728074465346723992011-09-24T15:20:00.001-05:002011-09-24T15:20:54.406-05:00One Year…<p>One year ago, Steve and I found ourselves in the hospital.  One year ago, we said “hello and goodbye” in a matter of minutes.  One year ago, our lives were forever changed, when we met Willow Ann.  We are one year closer to holding her again.  </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSrTbLe9KKat1zYKfo79PRjTR-1nutigZEypDiKu720yFDI190kU0zUkm1b5VXjnu7BE6peMWolL0pEv7mmHghzTqKfagk35wx42ctJkLfvf-Uc5Rhh-PfiZwqni5ZdN4h2spvYS0bD9V/s1600-h/willowbirthday%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="willowbirthday" border="0" alt="willowbirthday" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEm2-W6w7FGut9PA8d_e9Eq5owfGRAxkl5JUHF0fdL2WDkA7Bhwt-RW0eTym2UFYiupIYT8-Np__odtzYhW_1AjjPRebtxBDhrwuw-nL8jelLSOytxfzeNa8rYJcv9e7OPJ_5kVz_0wbq//?imgmax=800" width="553" height="425" /></a></p> <p align="center">(picture from my wonderful friend, Erika)</p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-63051619524281102162011-09-22T17:24:00.001-05:002011-09-22T17:24:49.362-05:00Friends<p>At some of the darkest moments in my life, some people I thought of as friends deserted me-some because they cared about me and it hurt them to see me in pain; others because I reminded them of their own vulnerability, and that was more than they could handle. BUT real friends overcame their discomfort and came to sit with me. If they had not words to make me feel better, they sat in silence and I loved them for it." - Harold Kushner (thanks <a href="http://www.facebook.com/UnspokenGrief">Unspoken Grief</a> for sharing!)</p> <p>This quote speaks volumes to me.  Over the past year, so many people have supported me, but others have found it difficult to relate to the loss of my daughter.  I have been blessed by two amazing friends that always know when I need some words of encouragement.  They let me vent and offer advice.   They are not afraid to speak her name and for that I am so grateful.  Thank you Erika and Carole for standing by me this past year.   </p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-28737497876478486352011-07-26T18:25:00.001-05:002011-07-26T18:25:10.551-05:00Love<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-irhG6cMg90os8PAVOHYOvz1u1ZQ5aUePFChHz1_grtUE6SacSJlAMX0Sil-PqVPFqvz-O1A2rM8dv6JLvjpFd5vvCIATx9zaE_nz3JvVNLGuoz-hM3cFs-nWO96SzErsa6q8A-68yLS/s1600-h/where%25255B3%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="where" border="0" alt="where" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRI0aQ39cKnK0_enBGkgLAWQE7nLjrYD4mmttw1Hi1pb8hkZc87SEGdQmqQbb3UE_4wfqXH_7oazohZ7UIJCjpQxV7SKCEFWCJBG48I57ceWrMqqS-ObWrzWw8w2cJtCLwW-cDaCjSd7u//?imgmax=800" width="411" height="625" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-40522817118938537042011-07-01T13:25:00.001-05:002011-07-01T13:25:18.482-05:00Vote<p> A wonderful resource for parents who have lost a baby.  Please vote so that they can further help more families though a difficult time. </p> <p align="center">  <iframe height="250" src="http://www.refresheverything.com/embed/facesofloss?heading=Vote%20for%20this%20idea%20on%20Pepsi%20Refresh!" frameborder="0" width="300" scrolling="no"></iframe></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-50053145607502709172011-06-15T10:57:00.001-05:002011-06-15T10:57:53.663-05:006.15.11<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5VAp0xmZBWfJXeXtnFhJEDVLcUWqeygwcjVwk1Rtv0x4mi09uP8xV3ynvKVo1KkYGmzx3AI22RbDUP0m4wvhgQZY1PuIcB4lLVRNLErnOFwG6nhXbz2yQkppjH9-Gu2RO0IcwHGkpZnB/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFS1FTOfoLimGpCRyhFc9WbAGSPc_2JWY31T-A4nQFaR_-iYHULbu64MlmYHlcVzCliUHZWkycPsXdmeQktUlM8KJbcpm6l6skCCZXo26rZ_5sB-U15fmScT64FeZwAhraQKy9lP6nR1P//?imgmax=800" width="518" height="518" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://smallbirdstudios.com/"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGGLzgzibObICI4t4nNWmcZW9RVHyMR0U6Org2ota5Ze6CQaGl4XMywMMwemq0jg9_gZyX-zo251jGhd0IwRy4DOGKCtLty-oIzsxz-PIRsLL-43nkKRLRPtnY2GAd0ULiBX_2ZZx9PTj//?imgmax=800" width="187" height="82" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-20339710724430111132011-05-08T22:06:00.001-05:002011-05-08T22:06:37.211-05:00Mother’s Day<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYWfl60FYkpFN65C8WzgVApZIGKu0ixI-N8cHkQJxgKB2SA0qDTJB0Ob2bLpX9uhg1TdJlEvy1WOgEzsy1zmatO1cGqYzefH2QNFdx2M-ymk2T1eE_Oc-MHe3n68Km4d3_o1Fop0V9cKJ/s1600-h/mothers%20day%5B4%5D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="mothers day" border="0" alt="mothers day" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1exrEUKLFVex_TYcDlhD0a_8MKFuR1v4NWUHqwyrKbnbmvpmY4QaYEZAigd4_Kx5MadexIM6k6EraYcPHXeF4m83SPSKBx0lwsdTVgSDbq3Aj0Ku9b8kfYxzGGUIEL7VYy2-BfC_m5BD//?imgmax=800" width="534" height="543" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-29040136166894587522011-04-01T21:41:00.001-05:002011-04-01T21:41:48.445-05:00A Year<p>A year ago I shared the news with my husband that I was pregnant!  I was on cloud nine and my feet didn’t touch the ground until that fateful day in July.  It’s hard to believe that it has been a year and hard to believe what our reality is.  As time moves forward and we move on, I still long for her and the pregnancy that didn’t get to be. Some days are just hard and today is one of them. </p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-2590542782754247752011-03-27T14:22:00.001-05:002011-03-27T14:22:07.907-05:00Healing<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_k8dqCWQkw-qzOh4NPf0V3clu-RKSy2xiFdJTvah3ZbQteOqIHiA_VaFARcJccHtfiGX6EhAHNFw8fHtJOIB94h6RVZh13SeiAUrSxbAdVGHaMT9Nve5NiQe0GqRYQhWyWcSSuhFGHH6s/s1600-h/Healing%5B2%5D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Healing" border="0" alt="Healing" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NylirlLlXU5s53fAkCKscAivsgpsV2fGvAMa43dXdTcXsNfNH0WqSs6hQDICX2gBgR5TBXl4NPfcij_6D37tKRAAcAuHlJr5UADwWvhV1F3ja2cEV80AwpTAtGDW_oubHiiTkswtnmcn//?imgmax=800" width="468" height="303" /></a> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/">via</a></p> <p align="left">I read this blog post by Franchesca at Small Bird Studios <a title="http://smallbirdstudios.com/2011/03/27/healing-or-something-like-it/" href="http://smallbirdstudios.com/2011/03/27/healing-or-something-like-it/">http://smallbirdstudios.com/2011/03/27/healing-or-something-like-it/</a></p> <p align="left">I liked the picture and could relate to her post.  </p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-37788143721102660972011-02-14T21:36:00.002-06:002011-02-14T21:36:41.968-06:00More Valentine Love<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">From Erika and her son Finn</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7Hpvlsxbd8rM2PXnDIEuQNXRc3lcHtkp-R8Kk-f7rEpfxfYs67otqIJ_aqrsnigPv1kzMmYWW3cF5jl4SzmBZgowrScnxpn_MK-38hUE1vJbmm6fTJTYb2NmJK9bd9sb8VylLRRw-Gy_/s1600/Willow_Valentine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7Hpvlsxbd8rM2PXnDIEuQNXRc3lcHtkp-R8Kk-f7rEpfxfYs67otqIJ_aqrsnigPv1kzMmYWW3cF5jl4SzmBZgowrScnxpn_MK-38hUE1vJbmm6fTJTYb2NmJK9bd9sb8VylLRRw-Gy_/s400/Willow_Valentine.jpg" width="400" /></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-42546419133166320132011-02-13T15:01:00.001-06:002011-02-13T15:05:51.635-06:00Valentine’s Day Love<p><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="167963_143200842403577_130936206963374_266249_4436353_n" border="0" alt="167963_143200842403577_130936206963374_266249_4436353_n" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQtaxeyy42t1TVbLFqqBYwXteOlNj8JftMjt5K435Uv2ERfR2_ljAxnZ6df2lZQ3hcVlJJut1L6izgjy6Yb7Prb4g9Fh000FhZq3SmCYkU6lYHzk1EET5pF-xR6aVoL5KOXZTHNyFLpl5//?imgmax=800" width="318" height="464" /> </p> <p>From <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Chicken-Soup-for-the-Angel-Mommy-and-Daddys-Soul/130936206963374?sk=wall&filter=2">Chicken Soup for Angel Mommy and Daddy’s Souls</a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559371865970424746.post-71663933068524151512011-02-06T16:31:00.001-06:002011-02-06T16:31:00.519-06:00Name in the Snow<p>I went out the other day and wrote your name in the snow.  Love you!</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_CsOmxXltcx0YWOZ-rpfe4MBuk7E_uq18jd2b_LSCA8Y0LjKY8FsntRzxfRt2XMXk4658h6iEquMiMx41ZdoTn56Kc7NKZCFtKhf0H_I6ROWwsmZKhhQbUKHyTj7DCddtnRnbtdauYQcq/s1600-h/IMG_6475%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_6475" border="0" alt="IMG_6475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7pIRe1IC_DrWKR8uQOs3_eIXr-yN6YHgVoV-lseRlRcOnCGO4PhlOw-dZ9QJNpM-_xqXNVXVLYeJYt_29wYpah-qPfOBv1_Wv-ELi6IlXOb_Yls-4VxaDd_roYMevljUYoEFaKmAmqRP//?imgmax=800" width="512" height="265" /></a></p> Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608729685272215258noreply@blogger.com0