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Maybe it is just because it is almost my due date or maybe it isn't for a specific reason at all. But, I feel more lost than I ever felt before.

Little Footprints

This is a little poem that I have in one of Emma's memory books

Dear Emma

Emma,

Viability

The phrase "viability of this pregnancy" was thrown around a lot after I found out Emma was sick.

Honestly, that phrase makes me sick. 

Firstly, I am going to start off with the definition of viability per dictionary.com: adj, capable of becoming actual.

Percival

Percival is the name of this precious baby bird I had the privilege to care for and I feel it is pertinent to my story for me to tell his.

Ignorance is Bliss

Throughout this whole experience it seems like the world makes me feel it is not fair for me to express what I have gone through.

Dear Mommy and Daddy

A few weeks ago, I was filling out the little memory book I was given from the hospital. In it, it has these precious little poems and such. This one I really wanted to share because it is special and even though it makes me cry every time I read, it touches my heart.

the Aftermath

The days following Emma's birth are still at times blurry to me.

I felt like I was living in a daze. Most of the time, I still feel this way. It's like you are watching your life on television.

Not your happy fairytale ending...

First, I would like to start off by saying, I have many issues I think need to be addressed. There are several things I need to accomplish by initiating this blog. But, I think the best way to start is by telling the story ...