tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274224378968688862012-01-28T15:41:54.163-05:00I started this blog in 2008 after the stillbirth of my daughter. Now it's not just about loss, but about life.B's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15884800524058312982noreply@blogger.comBlogger4951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427422437896868886.post-72655956895896744962012-01-18T19:53:00.001-05:002012-01-18T19:57:14.049-05:00

My grandpa passed away two weeks ago. Let me back up. I usually go to my grandparents for Christmas. I didn't go this year. After all my bitching about Thanksgiving, I didn't even call them. In my defense I had what I thought was a kidney infection, and all I wanted to do was go to bed. But, it's not excuse. I struggled with feeling guilty about not seeing them, but his health was poor the last

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I have so many things floating around in my head that I want to talk about, but it seems like I just haven't had the time to do it. So here's my life in a nutshell: School is going great. For the first time in my life I have a 4.0! My son is thriving at his school. Sending him there turned out to be the best decision ever.  My husband is still working, which is great because we weren't sure how

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Two Thanksgivings ago I wrote this post about my grandparents. My grandfather was in a rehab facility and we took my grandma to visit him. I remember it fondly. This year the tables are turned- my grandma is in the same rehab/nursing home and my grandpa is home. My grandparents have seven children. Three don't live in our state, and quite honestly my grandparents don't talk to them very often.

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 Unless you have been living on the moon you have no doubt heard about the Penn State sex abuse scandal. The public is outraged. Everyone has an opinion. The thing that irritates me to no end is that not everyone is taking the time to know the facts. I have seen people write articles saying a wide variety of things which are not true, even my own professor was grossly misinformed when he brought

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I had to write a paper in one of my classes that had to include my personal thoughts and experiences. I struggled with this paper because I knew what I wanted to write, but I didn't want to write it. I was afraid that if I wrote about my losing Brenna and the physical and emotional recovery that I endured that I would get a "pity" grade. Oh, poor girl, how can I give her an E when she just wrote

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Ever since I met my husband he's wanted to to to West Virginia for their annual Bridge Day. It where these people with a screw loose base jump off from an 800 foot bridge. It was actually pretty crazy to see. I was nervous just standing on the bridge (it is HIGH), I couldn't imagine jumping off from the thing. It was crazy. Afterwards, there was enough daylight that we were able to visit several

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Remember the scandal from a few years ago when someone had a fake blog about her pregnancy and then tried to pass off a doll as her dead child? I believe she called her "baby" April Rose, and it was even reported in the Chicago Tribune. (If not you can read my posts on it here, here, and here.) Well, an alert reader just sent me a link to a new post on the once defunct Little One April blog.

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For both of us!(My first day back in college, his first day in high school!)

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Part 1 is Here My style of parenting has always been to allow my children to make their own decisions- this is especially true since my stepdaughter has grown into an adult. I don't appreciate being lectured, and that isn't something I do to my kids. I will give them advice if needed; for my stepdaughter I usually only offer it if she asks. It was very difficult for me when she separated from

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I love "deals". It makes me so happy to get something on sale or better yet clearance! I literally do not know the last time I paid full price for anything. With the exception of some grocery items, everything I buy is discounted. Everything. Even our cars. When I say discounted, I don't mean something that is marked up and then the price is dropped down so I feel like I'm saving money. I mean

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Monday was our anniversary. My husband and I have been married for 13 years, together for 16. There were a lot of doubters at our wedding. They were polite, but I know that there was a lot of whispering behind our back about a 21 year old girl marrying a 36 year old man. You know what I have to say to that? ┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐ Still (HAPPILY) together after all these years! We've stayed married

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Ten years ago my son was starting four year old preschool. It was his second day. I got him up and put him on the bus, and then went back to sleep. I was caring for my mother in law at the time, she was very ill. I remember being mad when she woke me up shortly after I fell asleep. I specifically remember cooking her eggs that morning. I walked into the living room with her breakfast and she had

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My last post got me thinking. Many of you commented that you wished famous people spoke more openly about their losses so that this wasn't such a taboo subject. I did a little digging, and I found several instances where people did speak of their loss- I just don't think it receives much press because it's so depressing. Speaking of dead children will never sell as many copies of a magazine as

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Being famous does not automatically lead to a charmed life. Below are some famous people who have lost children: John F. and Jackie Kennedy, a stillborn daughter Arabella, in 1956 & premature son, Patrick, in 1963. Lamar Odom's six month old son, Jayden, died from SIDS in 2006. Mike Tyson's four year old daughter. Exodus, strangled by a power cord in 2009. Eric Clapton's four year old son,

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I had heard before that Jackie Kennedy lost a child shortly before her husband's assassination. I had heard it in passing, but never really thought about it. It wasn't until I experienced a stillbirth that it really hit home with me. Maybe it's because I'm sensitive to these issues now, but her story really hits home with me. Jacqueline Kennedy's first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. The next

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Another young life was lost to cancer today. The young girl I blogged about several years ago lost her battle today. I've been following her story, and my heart just breaks for her family, especially her mother. Please take a moment to send thoughts and prayers to this family. And take a minute to be thankful for what you have.

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My husband went back to work for his old company about a  month ago. Although I appreciate the extra money, I really miss having him around. I loved working with him. I look back on that time as some of the best in my life. We still plan on opening our own business, but we are not on the fast track to that right now. School is much more time consuming than I remembered, and with him working there

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Tomorrow I start college (again). My son also starts high school the same day. I can not believe it. I remember when he was born, I dreaded the day he turned 12, the day he started high school, and the day he would turn 18. I have passed one of those days, I'm facing one tomorrow, and the other seems far off but I know it isn't. Oh, and on a funny sad funny note, my son is taking a higher math

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My original due date with Brenna was August 8, 2008. (8/8/08). I remember at the time thinking it was the coolest thing ever. I now know that this due date was way off, I have female problems and at first didn't realize I was even pregnant. So even though this date isn't accurate, I still consider it my due date. My doctor didn't get a chance to do the anatomy scan and issue a new due date. My

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I used to think that people who committed suicide were selfish. I never thought about the mental state they must be in, or how hopeless their life must seem. I never thought beyond the act. What causes someone to take their own life? Especially someone who has a family that they love, and who loves them? We recently lost a friend who took his own life. To say that my husband and I (and our whole

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We are having a heatwave here in Michigan. It is so hot and humid here you can't even breathe. My air conditioners couldn't keep up with the heat, so we decided to shut off the bedrooms and at least let them be cooled down. Seriously, it's so hot here that during the day I think it's safe to say my air conditioned bedroom was at least 80 degrees! In an effort to stay busy while locked up in

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I had a dream about Hawaii. I dreamt that I was back in Hawaii and I just feel so complete and kept on saying, "I'm home. I'm home. This is where I belong." My heart belongs to Hawaii. There is no doubt in my mind. Even know, writing about it makes my heart hurt. I feel homsick for it, even though Michigan is where I've lived all my life. My heart truly belongs to Hawaii.  Someday we will move

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Has it really been a month since I last posted. That is the longest I've went without writing since I started this blog. So many things have been happening in my life: I was awarded enough grant money to finish up my degree. Awesome. My son received a scholarship that will pay for about half of his tuition. More awesome! My husband went back to work today. MOST awesome! We took my son to talk

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I've written about my employment issues here in the past, but have taken most of those down because I don't want to get sued! (Seriously). Long story short is that two years ago I went back to work and got a job that I didn't think I'd like, but actually loved. I was hired for sales, but moved into another position when I discovered I had a hidden talent for it. Truth is, I am very good at what I

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Even now, three years later. After all the healing I proclaim to have gone through. Even after coming to terms and accepting everything that has happened. Even after all of this, I still find myself jolted awake some nights and I find myself wondering, "Is this really my life? Did that really happen to me?" And I still can't believe it.

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My shih tzu had puppies last week. Oh my gosh! It was crazy! She labored all night and wouldn't let me sleep. I couldn't figure out if she was in labor or not because the vet (and everyone else) told me that I would know if she was in labor because she wouldn't eat. Well, she was still eating like a champ. I finally got up and spent a couple hours on the internet reading about dog labor and the

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I love these boys with all my heart.

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I love animals. I have four dogs, and I love them all. My oldest is 13 years old. She was a rescue, and we got her when she was one year old. We have been through so much together. For the past 12 years she has been by my side. She holds a special place in my heart. Like I said, I love my animals. My biggest pet peeve is an ill trained dog. I don't really blame the dog- it's the owner's fault.

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Even before I got laid off from my job I was pretty frugal. I like to spend money, especially on clothes, but I always want to get the most bang for my buck. There were a few things that I knew we weren't going to be able to do like we were used to when our income was cut short. One of them was eating out. But, because I was home more I found that I had more time to cook. After about three weeks

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I love reading Sunday Secrets from Post Secret. Sometimes I find the secrets touching, sometimes I laugh, and sometimes I can relate. Today, I read this secret. It was like a punch to the gut. I still feel sick about it.

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I talked before about how my son wants to go to a private school. I also talked about how my husband and I are both currently unemployed. Obviously, we didn't think my son would be able to go to a private high school since we couldn't afford it. My kid really wants to go to this school. It's not because of his friends. Most of them are going to public school. It's not because of a girl. It's

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(I am not feeling sorry for myself, I assure you. I just don't take myself too seriously. It's a joke people, lighten up!) We recently threw a party for my son. Confirmation in our faith is sort of like a First Communion in the Catholic religion or a Bar Mitzvah. It's a big deal. He was Confirmed this weekend, and we threw a party for him. It's something that's a big deal, and I wanted to make

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Zip. Zero. Zilch. I got nothing. I wasn't able to come up with a Z post (until now!). This is my last post on the A-Z challenge. I have to say it's been fun. I really enjoyed this and can't wait to do it again next year. I have added many blogs to my favorites, and met a couple really cool people.  I may sign up for another challenged (if you know of any point me in that direction) because

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I began getting migraines a few years ago. I just thought it was something I had to deal with. Until I hurt my back and went to the chiropractor for relief. After several sessions with the chiropractor I realized my headaches had gone away. My problem is actually in my lower back. My hips have been uneven for as long as I can remember. I had an x-ray taken when I was in fourth grade and they

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Xenodocheionology. Can you guess what it means? (NO Google allowed!) I'll give you a hint: you use this when you go on vacation.  Sometimes you do it just to "get away". It can be as inexpensive as $30, or into the thousands of dollars.  Here are a few more hints: Comfort Suites Chicago Our new favorite place to stay in Chicago Our favorite Bed and Breakfast.  Waikoloa Beach Marriott on

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Am I the only one who's sick of hearing about the "Royal Wedding"? Somebody shoot me. But all this talk about weddings has me reminiscing about my own wedding. I got married when I was 21. My husband was 37. And we already had a one-year-old son. This did not go over well with our religious mothers. They wanted us to get married. My husband is the most romantic person in the whole entire

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The best vacation I've ever had was last July when my husband and I spent 10 days in Hawaii. I immediately felt at home, and I am actually miss it. I feel homesick. I can not wait to go back. If I could move anywhere on earth, it would be to Hawaii. We plan on retiring there. (If we ever get jobs!) (Read previous post or that joke won't make sense.) I love this picture so much I had it

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I was laid off from my job in December. My husband was laid off the September before. I hate talking about money. I think it's tacky and it makes me feel very uncomfortable. But here it is, I'm laying it out on the table. My husband and I live well within our means. We pay cash for everything, even our cars.  Our mortgage is the only loan we have. We are not going to starve- we both are able

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Read carefully, there is going to be a test at the end. :) I was a semi-crunch mom before I even know what "crunchy" meant. Fourteen years ago I didn't have internet, there were no birth clubs or baby boards or websites or any of the information available on the internet today. I just did what felt right for me. I had never heard the term Attachment Parenting, but looking back I realize I

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The documentary Invisible Children is forever imprinted on my soul. I don't say that lightly. It is something that literally haunts me. The image of hundred of children sleeping stacked up against each other, in public places, with the hopes of safety in numbers and they wouldn't be kidnapped... I can't forget it. The images of people whose lips, ears, noses and hands were cut off. Once you see

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Is it just me, or do today's "celebrities" all have the same hairstyle? This post is part of the A to Z Challenge.

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She just can't figure out the camera.  This post is part of the A to Z Challenge.

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I grew up poor. Very poor. Way below the poverty level. My mom was a single mother with four young children. There were times we didn't have a phone or a car. I can remember times when there wasn't anything to eat in the house. Once I didn't have a coat. Almost all of my clothes were hand-me-downs. The thing is, I didn't know I was poor. Whenever there was a food drive my mom always made sure I

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I started this blog in 2008 after the stillbirth of my much wanted daughter. I didn't think I would ever be able to have more children after my son, so I thought of this baby as my miracle. When she was stillborn it rocked me to my core. It was the worst thing I've ever experienced. The first year, especially the first six months, were the darkest time in my life. I often reminded myself that

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I don't like to bring chemicals into my house. I like to use natural cleaners as much as possible. For example I use vinegar and water to clean glass and mirrors (better than any "glass cleaner" on the market!). Instead of those rinse agents you buy to add to your dishwasher, I use vinegar. It works better than anything else I've ever bought. That's why when I read about "natural" ways to wash my

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My mom is an awesome lady. She got pregnant for me when she was a senior in high school, and I was born three days after she turned 19. We've had some ups and downs, but I've always known that she would be there for me not matter what. She's a tough woman- gave birth naturally four times! After I lost Brenna my mom took a week off from work to take care of me (without me even asking). I would

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I recently watched two documentaries about birthing in America. The first was Pregnant in America. The second was The Business of Being Born. I might be out of the loop, but I haven't heard much about either of these before I viewed them. Pregnant In America is made by a man who decided to make this film when his wife became pregnant and he didn't like the flaws he saw in the American

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Last year almost 40,000 American woman died of breast cancer. (Link) One in eight woman will develop breast cancer over their lifetime. As of last year there were 2.5 million breast cancer survivors in the US. About a quarter of women who are diagnosed with breast cancer have no family history. This weekend I am doing my part to fight breast cancer, and I'm going to have a kick ass time

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This is a repost of one of my favorites. There has been something weighing heavily on my mind that I haven't shared on this blog. Mostly because I don't think what I'm about to say is easily accepted in the baby loss community. It seems to me that the social norm of deadbabyland is that we forever grieve out babies. We are expected to never "get over" our child's death. We are told over and

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The winner of the giveaway is.... lissamarie77 I will be sending you an email, check your inbox. Thanks to everyone who entered. I'm looking forward to doing this again! A huge thank you to the wonderful Melissa for making the beautiful jewelry in this giveaway. And don't forget you can still use the coupon code BLOG10 for 10% off your purchase at her shop.

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I had another I post ready, but I am so freaking outraged I have to blog about it. Because that is what I do when something really pisses me off. I blog. Let me preface this by saying I am an animal lover. I have four dogs and numerous other animals. I've worked for rescue groups, and several of my pets are rescued animals. I'm also infertile. That is why I was horrified to read that PETA is

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The winner of the Giveaway will be chosen on Monday! Go enter!

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I have been growing my hair out for the last year. I used to keep it cut in a chin length bob, a style which I love. Last spring I decided I was going to grow it out. My hair grows super fast, and it's about half way down my back right now. I told my husband I don't want to cut it until it gets down to my butt. I'm not sure I will be able to stick to that because it's so thick that when it gets

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We are having our first giveaway! So excited about this. The beautiful and talented Melissa at Le Femme D'Espirit has created two necklaces specially for the readers of this blog. The winner will have their choice of one of the above necklaces, AND their choice of either matching ear rings or a matching child's necklace (Isn't Melissa awesome?). But wait, that's not all. The winner will

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F is for Fu Manchu, and as we speak my dog is sporting an awesome one. She's a shih tzu, so her fur is more like hair and has to be cut about every six weeks. Over the weekend she got into who-knows-what and I ended up having to shave the bottom of her chin. Now she has long hair on either side of her mouth. She is so 80's. This is what she usually looks like. I tried to take a picture now but

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"Would you be disappointed if I grew up to be a poor dirt farmer?" my son asked. "No," I told him. "I just want you to be happy. But I expect you to go to college and get an education. I want you to be educated. If after college you decide you want to be a goat farmer then that's alright with me. Because you will be a goat farmer because you want  to be one not because you don't have any other

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My parents were divorced when I was in kindergarten. I still remember my mom telling me they weren't going to be married anymore. It didn't really change anything for me because they had lived separately for most of my life. I remember not understanding how divorced was different from married. I got married when I was 21. By that time we already had a son together and we'd been living together

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... and that's what I feel like. I hope you're not expecting much today because I'm high off cold meds and can't form a basic thought let alone a whole blog post. Typing this is taking all the energy I can muster. I will be back tomorrow. Hopefully. This post is part of the A to Z Challenge.

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This story has been in the news in my state lately. A 13 year old girl was taken to the hospital after being sick. She lives in a very small town and the hospital there doesn't handle obstetrics so when they discovered that her "illness" was related to pregnancy they transfered her to a larger hospital. At the larger hospital it was discovered she has had recently given birth. The baby was

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My son is growing up. As unbelievable as it is to me he is going to be in high school next year. When did this happen? He's a bit of a thinker, and comes up with some interesting questions. Yesterday he jokingly asked me what I would do if I had a gay child. This got me thinking. I had to tell him the truth: I have mixed feelings. I would love my children no matter what, that isn't a question.

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My husband and I were so blessed to receive a trip to Hawaii from my employer. We spent 10 days on the Big Island and it wasn't enough. This was truly a life changing experience for both of us.We had debated on whether we should take our son with us, and while I wish he would have been able to experience Hawaii, I feel so blessed that my husband and I could take this time and spend together.

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The idea behind this blogfest is to talk about something that you lost, and then found. When my son was a year old I lost him at a campground. It was nighttime, and we were camping with family. It was one of those "I thought he was with you" moments. I walked back to my mother-in-law's campsite and asked where Brendan was. "I thought he was with you" she said. My heart dropped. It was pitch black

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I've joined the A to Z blogging challenge for the month of April. This is the first time I've done something like this. Let's see how it goes...

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Today is our three year blogoversary my friends. You and I have shared my life for the past three years. Can you believe it?So I took this meme from M who took it from Loribeth. The ABCs of Me (borrowed from Loribeth)A. Age: 34. Boo.B. Bed size: Queen. I would love a king, but the way our bedroom is designed it would be a tight squeeze. Besides, I love our bedroom set. I don't want to change. AND

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I've missed people in my life. I've been separated from people I love, and my heart literally ached. It felt like part of me was missing. After Brenna was stillborn I said I missed her, but the truth is I didn't truly miss her.How could I miss someone I never had in my life? I mourned her. I love her. I wish she was here. My heart hurt, but it hurt in a different way than it does when you miss

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It's my blogoversary in two days, and this post is my 500th post! How crazy is that! I just spent a few hours reading over old posts. Yes hours. Before I knew it it was almost 11 o'clock at night. There have been so many things that have happened over these past three years. Some posts have been funny, and there have been more sad posts that I would like, but all in all I am so happy I have this

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One of our favorite things we ate while in Hawaii was Huli-Huli Chicken. It's chicken grilled on roadside trailers. I would describe it as the Hawaiian version of barbecue chicken. My husband and I bought some of this chicken one day driving back from snorkeling. Man, was it good! We've always talked about it. Yesterday I was telling my mom about it and she suggested that I look up a recipe on

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My pig died. Not something you hear everyday, I know. Sadie, who I posted a picture of last week in honor of National Pig Day, died Saturday. We had her for many years, and she lived a very good life. Everyone keeps asking if we'd get another. Sadie was a rescue pig, so was her friend Miss Piggy. We are open to the idea of taking in another rescue, but for now Miss Piggy is going to be our only

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The truth is that I have accepted the fact that I'm never going to be a mother to another child. That is probably why I smother my step-daughter's kids and my dogs with love. That is probably why they get cuddled so much. That is probably why I love them so much. It doesn't mean I wouldn't love my grandkids if I had a baby of my own because I would love those babies no matter what, but the truth

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ook Brenna's picture off this site a few months ago because I had read on other blog how people were stealing their pictures. I didn't want anyone to do something with her picture. But I realize that some of the people who are new to this blog probably don't know what she looks like. So here she is:I think some people are shocked that a 19 week 5 day fetus actually looks like a baby. I've had

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Three years ago today at about 4 in the morning my lifeless daughter was delivered. I was unconscious. My husband was in the waiting room. I don't know exactly what happened during her birth. I know the doctor told me that as soon as he cut my belly open her heart stopped beating. I know he went out to my husband and told him the situation was critical. He needed permission to deliver the baby,

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This is not the life I envisioned for myself three years ago. I thought my life would be different. But it's not, and that's just how it is. I expected to feel sad, but really I don't feel anything. Tomorrow feels like just any other day to me. I wish I had some beautiful, touching thing to write, but I don't. I don't have anything to say that hasn't already been said 100 times on here. I wish

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Today is National Pig Day. You may remember that I have two pot belly pigs. One we've had for about 8 years, her name is Sadie:I also have another one who's pink and has blue eyes. Her name is Miss Piggy. She was a homeless pig that we took in.Pigs are very smart, and believe it or not, they are very clean animals. The roll in mud because they can't sweat and it cools them down. It also coats

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I am not an emotional person. I don't cry easily, if at all. I can count on my hands the number of times my husband has seen me cry in the last 16 years together. I never even shed a tear at my daughter's funeral.In the rare instance I am overcome with emotion, it's never in public. I have a physical inability to cry in front of people, especially strangers.That's why yesterday took me by

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I love Olive Garden for two things: Soup and Salad. Yum! My fav is their Zuppa Toscana soup. My mom recently made an Olive Garden themed dinner for my family. It included an exact replica of Olive Garden's soup. I could not tell the difference. (Granted, my mother is a wizard in the kitchen, so it may just be her magic touch.) She purchased Olive Garden's salad dressing (they sell it by the

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I'm trying to decide what direction to take my career. I want to finish my degree, but I'm not sure I want to finish the degree I originally started with. So I've been reading whatever job related article Yahoo has on my homepage when I go to check my email.Yesterday they had this article. It lists five growing careers that don't require a four year degree. I noticed Adminstrative Assistant was

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The first year of grief is the worst. It's a constant roller coaster. Good days, bad days. You know the drill. Some days you think you are going to die, other days you can't even remember being sad.The first year is torture: You pass your due date, the day you found out you were pregnant, in some cases you know the day you got pregnant, your first ultrasound, you baby shower, and finally you come

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Sometimes the Movie Industry really irritates me.Yesterday I watched a television show and a movie. In both of them the parents lost a child and the mother lost her mind. In the movie the couple lost their little boy and it tore the parents apart. The mother couldn't function and the father couldn't understand why. on the TV show a lady lost her young son and went so crazy she kidnapped a little

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Life is so much less stressful now that I'm laid off. Even though I knew it was coming- and I actually welcomed it- it still was a blow. But money-wise we are fine. We life a pretty frugal life to begin with (no credit cards, cash for everything- even our cars). Last night my son dropped a bomb on me- he wants to go to a private high school next year. He's in a private school now. It is a

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Did anyone see Oprah a few days ago when they were talking about going Vegan for a week? I totally could not go Vegan. Let's face it- meat tastes good! But I found it very interesting because it discussed a lot of the things about food that I talked about on this blog a few days ago. Go me! :)Also, highlight of my week? I was getting dressed to go out Monday night and I put on a pair of jeans.

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This past year I've become more aware of what I'm putting in my body. It started when we got a few chickens and I realized that the eggs in the store are nothing like fresh eggs that chickens lay. Then we started growing our own garden, and I realized how flavorful tomatoes are, and how good corn on the cob tastes when it's fresh off the stalk. When we went to Hawaii we ate a lot of fresh fish

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I love cooking. I think I'm a fairly good cook. I'm not Betty Crocker by any means, but what I do cook turns out well and everyone seems to enjoy it. I prefer simple recipes that don't call for a ton of ingredients. I also like cooking more than baking. I'm not much of a sweets person.A few years ago my husband had a physical and his triglyceride level was more than 300. We knew we had to start

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When my step-daughter gave birth to C. a few months ago, I know everyone was wondering how I felt about it. Secretly I worried I wouldn't love this baby the way I loved her older son (who I love). I won't lie- I breathed a sigh of relief when it was confirmed he was a boy. I didn't know if I could handle a girl.I didn't buy things as early as I did with her first. I was cautious. I didn't push

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Imagine my extreme surprise when I came home to find this in my yard: It had two friends with it also. Stray pigs? Really?

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Whenever I hear about another stillbirth, I think back to the beginning of my experience. I go back to that time. I remember how helpless I felt in those first few days. Days? I should say weeks and even months. I read back through this blog and it's like a diary of the journey I've been on. There are some things I would have forgotten, and I'm so happy I've written them down. No matter what,

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Hey asshole. When I am pouring my heart out about the death of my daughter, don't leave me a comment telling me "great post" and then try to get me to buy some of your crap or visit your website selling who-knows-what. Stupid comments on all the other nonsense I write about doesn't really bother me, but this post? It's almost as if you stomped on her grave.Comments are being moderated from now on.

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Has it really been more than a month since I posted? I think that's a record.A lot has happened in the last month. My brother moved in with us. He was laid off, and I actually asked him to come live with us. It's a win-win. He saves money and in return can help us out with getting the boy from school and to and from sports practice, etc. Things were working out pretty great this last month. Happy

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It took a couple of shots, but we got it. Merry Christmas!

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There has been something weighing heavily on my mind that I haven't shared on this blog. Mostly because I don't think what I'm about to say is easily accepted in the baby loss community.It seems to me that the social norm of deadbabyland is that we forever grieve out babies. We are expected to never "get over" our child's death. We are told over and over again that we will never get over it, and

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Well, I'm still fat. But I'm less fat than I used to be. I can't tell a difference, but my husband can. Then yesterday I my pants kept falling down, and I realized I can pull them off without unbottoning or unzipping them. Eek! These are pants that previously I would not allow in the dryer because they would be too tight on me. (Come on, I know I'm not the only one!) I had to put them in the

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http://nerdyapplebottom.com/2010/11/02/my-son-is-gay/I don't do this very often, but I came across this by a friend on facebook. It should be required reading for every parent.

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I know in the back of their mind everyone is wondering how I'm feeling. Is this hard for me? Does it bring up bad memories?Well, there was no need for me to worry about how much I would love him, because the second I saw him I fell in love. I can't get enough of him. Truth be told I'm glad he's not a girl. I don't know if that would have changed things, but I suspect it might have been harder.I

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...and he's healthy.10 pounds 7 ounces. 22 inches long.

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I'm sorry for not posting earlier. My life has been insane lately.I had no idea it's been so long since I posted.Well, Jen came down with strep a few days after her amnio. Her midwife told her that an infection can make amnio results wacky, so they were thinking that is the reason for the immature results. She went in the next week planning on having another amnio, but the hospital wouldn't allow

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This week has been just crazy. I've haven't been sleeping well; last night I resorted to benedryl. I. Am. EXHAUSTED.Last Wednesday I took Jen to the doctors. We got to see the baby on 3D ultrasound. He is adorable! Fat chubby cheeks. His estimated weight at 36 weeks was 8 1/2 pounds. (Big baby!) He was breech and her fluid levels were very high (polyhydromnios). We live an hour from the hospital,

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Don't forget to light a candle today at 7 pm. (October 15th) My brother's tattoo that he got for Brenna.

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The skylight in our bathroom leaked and damaged the ceiling. This lead to a (much needed) remodel in our bathroom. With the exception of some plumbing changes that we couldn't figure out, my husband and I did all the work ourselves. OK, he did most of the work. I just picked out the stuff. (Isn't that how it's supposed to be?)BeforeAfterI took the palm tree pictures in Hawaii.The results is so

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I have four younger brothers. I consider us close. My youngest brother and I are the closest. I talk to him almost every day. He is 25, and has made a lot of poor choices in life. I think he battles depression. He recently broke up with his girlfriend of three years, and then shortly after lost his job. Obviously life was not going good for him, but he took it to a whole other level. He would

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I think the title is self explainatory and to the point. I have lots of love to give. I can't give it to a baby so I have dogs who I love. Like children. I'm not exagerating. My husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary last weekend, and he bought me a new puppy. I am in love. With the dog, and with my hubby. :)We named him Kona, after my favorite place on earth. (OK, Kona isn't my actual

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Grandson #2 is happily baking away. Mama tested negative for diabetes, so that's good. Does not explain why he is so big (apparently she just makes big babies).He is not due until November, but he will most certainly come early. The doctor told her the plan right now is to induce October 15thOctober 15th, huh?I'm sure it's some sort of sign, but I don't know what to make of it. Yet.

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