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October Arrivals

In addition to growing a baby the past nine months I have also been working on co-authoring a book for nine months. Both our sweet baby Briella and the book Nursery of Heaven made their arrival within a week of each other. Both gifts from God and an answer to prayer!

Nursery of Heaven: Miscarriage, Stillbirth and Infant Loss in the Lives of the Saints and Today’s Parents is now available for purchase on amazon! To learn more visit contemplativeheartpress.com.

Several months before starting to write the book I had been praying that God would open a door for me to share about my miscarriages. My heart had a desire to use the suffering I had experienced to somehow bring healing to another soul. Nothing short of the Holy Spirit orchestrating it all, the project began.

This book is the fruition of everything I wish I had while I went through my own miscarriages, struggled with loneliness and tried to cope with my grief and find healing. From the lives of the saints who experienced the heartache many women feel today, to parents sharing their own journey, resources for those grieving and beautiful prayers and blessings.

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month and I still feel like more awareness needs to be made. Yes, many strides have been taken, but more can be done. I hope this book can aide in that, offering hope and healing for women and couples as they search for meaning.

To know they are not alone in their struggle. To feel connected with others who have carried a similar cross. And to have their faith strengthened realizing in all of the heartache God has not abandoned them.

Remembering Our Babies

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October marks Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month and while I see great changes in awareness since I had my first miscarriage almost ten years ago I still think there is a long ways to go, especially in our personal and faith communities. Over the years we have honored our babies in different ways during the month of October. This year we will be doing a balloon release with our children.

I am writing at Catholic Mom today sharing five ways that have helped me find healing after the loss of my babies to  miscarriage. What has helped you find healing? I would love to hear your story, none of us are in this alone.

For Those Still Longing

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I am over at Blessed Is She Blog today, sharing reflections and hope for those who find Mother’s Day to be a painful remembrance of what they don’t have, what their hearts still long for.

Humbled and honored to have my writing posted for such an amazing ministry.

Praying this week for those of you still dreaming and hoping to some day hear the word, Mama.

Infertility Awareness

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It has been a few years now since I experienced the heartache and carried the burden of infertility, but all it takes is for me to pause a moment and reflect on that time and the longing becomes tangible and the pain so real.

This week marks Infertility Awareness Week. Bringing awareness to a struggle that so many couples face in their marriage with one in eight couples affected by it in the United States.

Whenever I hear of a couple struggling to have a baby my heart literally aches for them, because I was once there and know the depths of the desire. The emotional roller-coaster, the waiting, the anger, the hope. To wonder if it will ever happen or only a dream to let go of. Guarding your heart and praying for that miracle. Trying to trust that there is a plan yet questioning where God is in all of it.

Studies show that couples who experience infertility are three times more likely to divorce. Infertility puts a real strain on the marriage. Each spouse grieving in their own way and the all consuming desire that sometimes can blur our vision.

Spring seems to be a season filled with pregnancy announcements and baby showers. New life all around us. A reminder to some of the emptiness they feel. The void always present wondering if it will ever be filled.

What can we do? If you know of someone going through it reach out, send a card, a note or flowers. Even if you don’t have the words simply let them know they are not alone, but supported in thoughts and prayers. Don’t be afraid to talk about it, they need to know they have a community behind them.

For those waiting and longing, you are daily in my prayers and always on my heart. Never lose hope, trust in the silence and see the flicker of light shining on the darkest of days. You are beautiful and enough, whole and complete. Do not let this define you.

You are beautiful in every way, my friend!
– Song of Songs 4:7

 

 

In His Time

A few weeks back the pastor at our church gave a homily referencing the First Reading from 2 Kings about a woman who was without child. The prophet Elisha promised her that “this time next year you will have a baby son.” Our pastor mentioned about the prayer requests he receives from couples struggling with infertility who so badly want to start a family and have children.

He then went on to say that he has seen many times couples adopt and then go on to have one or more biological children. Something I absolutely hated hearing when we were in the adoption process. It seemed almost every other person would say, now just watch after you adopt you will get pregnant. I grew so frustrated with this. Not that I had given up hope or didn’t have faith that with God all things are possible. It was that I had accepted the cross of infertility, let go of my own plans and accepted God’s will.

There we sat in the pew. Our beautiful sons who came to us through adoption, an 18 month old and a baby in the womb who we will meet so very soon. I had to laugh at first, we were the stereotypical family Father was describing. Yet, before I knew it tears were beginning to find their way down my cheeks. It surprised me that I was getting so emotional over what he was talking about, the crosses we carry, not always seeing our prayers being answered.

I couldn’t pin point it. Was it pregnancy hormones. Tears of thankfulness and joy having been blessed with four beautiful children after years of suffering. Or remembering the pain of the cross which we carried for so many years. Reflecting on it more I think they were both tears of joy and those of pain.

The cross was heavy and at times made me feel like I was breaking. A cross carried for seven years, the weight never seeming to lighten. So many moments of crying out to God both in sorrow and in anger. Pleading and wondering if my prayers were ever being heard.

In the pain and waiting God was at work. His plan was being revealed in ways we never could have imagined. Although it seemed my heart was breaking, he was making it anew. When my faith seemed shaken he was strengthening every thread that was left.

Tears of joy, so much joy. Within a 2 1/2 year time span we went from 0 to 4 children. I sat in the pew with my arms and heart full. In awe of God’s goodness. My family created in beautiful ways I never could have imagined. God’s perfect timing. His perfect will. “Remember the marvels the Lord has done.” Psalm 105

In reality not every couple’s story turns out like ours, not every cross is always lifted. Yet God is still at work, his hand their to guide us, his love their to forever sustain us.

To hear the entire homily, select July 2 and start it around 24:00.