5/30/17 (22 weeks) Our sweet baby boy. We love your cute little face. Daddy was watching the ultrasound on FaceTime from work and the doctor kept pointing out your little winky, saying it’s a boy. Ha. I guess he thinks…

A tiny butterfly flutters down from above As I tend to your garden expressing my love Near in spirit or alive in momma’s heart No distance nor passage of time can keep us apart Little darling, I see every sign…

3/14/17 Feeling little flutters of movement since week 8 or 9 when I’m laying down, meditating or resting. Could it be our little sweet pea?? It’s a bit earlier than most people feel the movements, but it’s my 5th pregnancy…

8/8/17 As we get closer to passing 32 weeks and hopefully meeting our son Jax I think my grief for Owen has gotten stronger, mainly because I feel sad that he’s not here too but also because I am worried…

When does life begin? I know many have debated this issue and I won’t be the one to settle it here. Yet I feel inclined in my late night insomnia induced pondering to share my two cents. Conception. No doubt…

Lately my expression of grief has been lingering in the anger phase more than usual. Probably because all my emotions of frustration and anger regarding the loss resurface every time we celebrate our son’s “birth” day (October 3rd). I inadvertently…

Days go by, Further from goodbye Closer to hello Never letting go Memories of you Tiny, precious, true Nothing more real Gone yet present still Speak, breath, grow A son I didn’t get to know So much to learn, see,…