What brings me comfort

Not much to say regarding the image below. These verses showed up on my FaceBook feed from a year ago. I don’t remember why I shared them or what was going on a year ago that I needed these or someone else did. But they are very appropriate right now.

The First Week without You…

It’s been 1 week. 1 week since contractions started, 1 week since my daughter passed from my body. It’s not fair that she’s gone. I’m still sad, hurt and cry at the drop of a hat. I try to keep myself busy but I am also trying to allow myself to process this pain. As

My heart hurts…

My heart hurts. I long for the baby I didn’t get to hold, the daughter I don’t get to see grow up, for the hugs around my neck, the gentle kisses she would give, the life she would lead. I mourn what could have been.  We tried so hard sweet girl. My sweet Serenity. That’s

My Worst Fears…

**WARNING** Miscarriage details toward end of post. **WARNING** So we chose to use a home birth midwife because of the freedoms we wanted during pregnancy and labor/delivery. My first 2 pregnancies I had a great OB who I would swear was more like a midwife and let me have as much freedom as she could.

Where to begin…

If you’ve read the first post then you know we have 4 children. We were blessed with 3 boys and 1 girl. We weren’t ever sure if we were done after having our daughter and we figured that if we were meant to have more then God would allow that to happen. About the time

Welcome to My Life

I wanted to give you a little bit of the story of my life. I grew up in the Great Smokey Mountains of East Tennessee. My town was small and my parents knew a lot of the people. Imagine Andy Griffith and Little House on the Prairie where people knew whose kid you were when