Angel Mommies

There have been many blessings along my road of grief, few more meaningful to me than the companions God has given me for the journey.  In some of my darkest moments, the proof to me that God was still there were the friends He so graciously placed in my life at the time that I needed them most. Women who were complete strangers to me at the time that I lost my first son. But women I can now no longer imagine my life without. Women who understand me like few others ever will, because they are also mommies with aching arms. Fellow mommies with children in heaven.

There is something so healing about being in the presence of those who understand, something so freeing about sharing your heart without fearing you will shock the listener. The other day, I was chatting over coffee with a couple of my dearest angel mom friends. We were talking about our most awkward moments – the moments in which strangers asked if we had children – and the varying but almost always uncomfortable results of those interactions. And as we shared stories, the three of us laughed. Not sadly or awkwardly, but boisterously and wholeheartedly, as any good friends would do.

I thought nothing of that laughter in the moment. But driving home, I was struck by the poignancy of that scene. Three former strangers, united by unfathomable grief, able to laugh together about experiences no others in our lives could share. My heart aches to know that these now precious people in my life have shared in life’s worst pain. But how comforting to share such a depth of understanding. How healing to walk our paths together.

If you or someone you know has lost a child, I hope you will reach out, when you are ready, and connect with other grieving parents. No one else can understand as they can what it is that you are going through. And while every loss is different and every parent grieves in their own way, it can be such a comfort to know that others have walked a similar path, and want to help you on your journey.

 If you would like the opportunity to meet with other parents who have lost a child, contact your local hospice society, grief counseling centre, or church and ask them to help you in your search. If you live in the Vancouver area, follow the links for these upcoming events…

Infant Bereavement Workshop - May 30th, 2011

Infant Memorial Service and Teddy Bear Tea - June 11th, 2011

Thinking of you, angel mommies.

Three Birthdays in Heaven...

Today we celebrated our little Owen’s third birthday in heaven. And although there have been tears, there has been joy in this day. Our beautiful Owen is such a gift and such a treasure. And although we miss him desperately, we are so blessed that he was, is, and will forever be our child.

This morning we awoke to a perfect, cloudless dawn. A birthday gift to us from our precious baby boy. And from that moment on, I could feel him with me today. With me as we bundled his little sister into boots and coat and trundled across the dewy grass toward his graveside. With me as the cold and frosty morning gradually gave way to the warmth of the afternoon sun, on this – Owen’s birthday, and the first day of spring. And I felt Owen with me as his grandparents and aunties and uncles and cousins gathered around his graveside, laying bouquets of flowers, children chatting in happy tones. And as his little sister chased bubbles across the wet earth, squinting to watch those that floated lightly heavenward.

Yes, it was a beautiful celebration today. Beautiful because we got to celebrate our little boy. To embrace his life. And to teach his little sister about the joy that we see in the life of her big brother. And as I watched the sparkle in her eyes as she opened birthday presents and dug little fingers into birthday cake, I could only imagine the sparkle that must be in Owen’s eyes at this moment as he celebrates his birthday, healthy and free of pain, in the presence of Jesus in Heaven. How I miss you, my little birthday boy. How very, very much I love you…

For those of you who could not join in our celebration today, a little journey in pictures…

Gifts for Owen's Sister and Cousins...

Cakes for Each Family Celebrating With Us...

Flowers for Our Sweetheart...

Three Birthdays in Heaven...

We Love You, Our Precious Baby...

Happy 3rd Birthday Owen.

We Will Love You Forever.

Owen's Story

In just a few days, our Owen will celebrate his third birthday in heaven. And wanting to honour my little boy and the great gift and blessing that he continues to be in my life and in the life of my little family, I have attempted to write his story. Writing Owen’s story has been a tearful process. But a beautiful one, too. And though this story is far from complete, it offers at least a little glimpse into our journey. There is much more that needs to be written. Much more than needs to be shared. But for now, just a little look into the life of our Owen. Our transforming gift. Our brightness after rain.

To read Owen’s story, click here.

Michael's Story

When I began this blog, my intention was that it would be Owen’s. That I would write about my first sweet son, his loss, and all that I have learned as a result. And it occurred to me  that perhaps Michael’s story would be told one day, but that I would tell it separately. The losses of my two boys were to me so different that it seemed their stories could not exist in just one place. And so I tried to begin telling the story that my heart understood. The story of my first sweet son. The story in which I saw beauty.

But as I sat down to write, the words eluded me.  I struggled to write Owen’s story in a way I have never before struggled to write. And then I realized the truth in it all. That their stories must exist in one place, because they already do. The stories of my two baby boys are forever written deeply within my heart.  I can no longer tell one without telling the other.

I could not write Owen’s story (or rewrite it for this blog, as it has been written before) without first telling the story of his new baby brother. The ache in my heart was too deep and too fresh. Baby Michael’s story needed to be told. His big brother Owen’s story will follow soon (I hope in time for Owen’s third birthday, just a couple of weeks away).

But for now, here is the story of my second precious baby boy. My sweet little peanut. The child of my heart. Writing Michael’s story has been an emotional journey. I have relived moments I want to forget. But also ones I will cherish forever. I am so glad to have written his story. And I am so honoured that it is mine to tell.

If you would like to read Michael's story, click here.

Merry Christmas, My Babies...

At the top of our Christmas tree there are two simple, silver ornaments. The first has been there since the year our precious Owen died. The second we hung just last night. Two little silver ornaments, reflecting light at the top of our tree. Two little ornaments. One for each little boy we have lost.

This morning under the same tree, our little princess sang and danced. And the joy in our hearts was true and real and full. Christmas is wonder and joy and delight. It is cuddling our sweetheart, and feeling the reassuring, beautiful presence of her in our arms. Because joy and pain live separately in the same world, as our hearts rejoice and ache, are shattered and whole, all at the very same time. And with each breath this Christmas day, we breathed blessing and wholeness, heartache and longing. For the child we hold in our arms. And for the children who have left us, whom our arms ache to hold.

This morning I opened the most perfect gift. A small, sparkling necklace, reflecting the same silvery light as the ornaments at the top of our tree. Three tiny, sparkling hearts. One for each of our three children. One heart for each heart that has been joined with mine. My precious, perfect son in heaven. My beautiful daughter, cradled here in my arms. And my beloved baby boy, the child of my heart. Taken from my arms, but never from my soul.

Merry Christmas, my beautiful babies…

For My Baby, With Love...

Today I delivered Owen’s birthday hampers. Finally. Seven months after his birthday. My goal was to spend the time between Owen’s birthday in March and Mother’s day in May gathering items for the hampers. And all was going well. And then we got the phone call saying we were getting a baby boy. A precious little baby brother for Owen. And everything was put on hold for a while.

And then, of course, there was another phone call. And for the second time in two years our world fell apart. For the second time in two years, we lost a son.

So the hampers sat in our basement. Beside the car seat and the baby bath. Beside the bins of baby boy clothes, used this time, but only for such a short while.

Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I sat down and assembled my hampers full of baby boy things. Soft little sleepers. Tiny truck and train adorned onesies. Cozy little blankets in perfect shades of baby blue. Not to be worn or used by my baby boys. But for them, nonetheless.

We delivered our hampers to Pregnancy Options, and were given a tour by the director. I was instantly impressed by the work that they do, and knew for certain that theirs was a mission I passionately support. The staff told me with tears in their eyes about another mom who recently lost a child. She had gathered together all of her baby’s precious things – stroller, crib, bedroom furniture, everything – and brought them in to the centre. A short time later, the staff was able to pass those things along to a struggling new mom, who was incredibly touched by the story and blessed as a result.

Actually giving the staff the hampers was a more emotional experience than I had anticipated. Thankfully, one of my wonderful angel mom friends, Donna, was there to support and encourage me. And of course, my princess Nyomi was there in my arms. My constant little blessing. My never-ending source of joy.

It makes my heart smile to think of our little hampers being passed along to moms and babies in need. To think of the staff sharing Owen’s story. And to think of his little life, once again blessing others.

Thank you to all of you who contributed to Owen’s birthday hampers. Your thoughtfulness means more than you can know. I know Owen is smiling at this moment. And that makes my heart smile, too.

Thirty-One Months

My little Owen would be thirty-one months old today. Past the two-and-a-half mark, working his was towards three. It's strange to think of, because to me he is still a tiny newborn, cradled in my arms. Thirty-one months of missing my sweetheart, but only a moment for him. How I miss you, my little bean. How very much I love you. Happy birthday, little one...