comforting and clothing our sisters in perinatal loss
Somewhere in the world, a woman is taking a pregnancy test and finding out that a baby is on the way. Her heart is full of hope and love. The plans for her whole life changing to include this new being. Two years ago today, that woman was me. I remember it so clearly. After days
My name is Henderson, and I am a chronic apologizer. I really mean it. I say sorry for everything. If the baby starts crying, I apologize to my husband if it has disturbed what he is doing. If Reeves is playing and I ask him to let the dogs in, he gets an “I’m sorry”
Ten days ago, I broke up with my Fitbit. We were together for almost 16 months (well I was with his older brother first and then traded up to this version). It was not him, it was definitely me. I decided after a lot of reflection and soul searching that it was no longer a
When I was pregnant with Barrett, I knew I wanted to try again to have another baby after him if all went well with the pregnancy and delivery. Jeff and I talked about it and we decided not to decide until after we got to the other side of this one. Ever since then, I have
One of the biggest struggles I have when I am talking to our brave sisters in loss about Madison’s Closet is convincing them why they should take the clothes. I understand it. As a woman who went through this after a loss and battled body image issues for my entire life, I know why you don’t want
I am a big fan of planning to start something new. I love doing the research, putting together a timeline and then setting a date to begin. I love creating structure, being super detailed, writing and recording it all. Actually starting – well that proves to be a tricky one for me. I love the thought of starting
I had some idea what to expect going from one to two living children. Thanks to Madison, I knew my capacity to love would grow with each additional baby we welcomed to our family. I had seen enough friends add to their families to know that there would be a learning curve and we have certainly
You have been on my mind. I wasn’t sure what to expect after having your brother. How would I feel when I thought of you? Would I think of you less often with the hectic pace of adding a newborn to our family? Would I miss you, Madison, in the same way, or would you begin
I can’t remember a time that I have loved, much less appreciated my body. I have spent a lifetime picking myself apart and critiquing hips that were always too wide, arms that weren’t very defined, and a face that was too round. I have never felt comfortable in a bathing suit. I have never felt like
Your little brother is here and I know you are as in love with him as I am. He is such a sweet and snuggly little guy. He loves loves loves to eat. He hates to get his diaper changed. He can almost always be soothed by being tightly swaddled and lightly stroked on his cheek.
