Some people dream of angels; we held one in our arms.
At 1 pound 13 ounces and 13 1/2 inches long our baby, Noah, was silently born on Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 at 12:30pm taking with him a lifetime of hopes and dreams we had for him.
We will hold him in our hearts forever.
This was our baby announcement, a far cry from the joyful one we anticipated sending out to beloved family and friends. Hearing the news that the doctor was unable to locate our baby’s heartbeat filled me with shock and later, in the quiet, after the memorial, after the family left, after the the visitors, cards and flowers stopped with a devastatingly, aching hurt. Losing a child is something no parent should have to endure. My husband and I turned toward each other for support, we prayed and saw a therapist. We did the hard, hard work of healing. It was a long, slow process with many setbacks but was necessary. Noah was our first child. He was wanted and loved and is missed to this day. We CHOOSE to celebrate Noah. Annually, on Noah’s birthday we take our 3 younger children to the cemetery to say a prayer and then we let our children choose how we are going to CELEBRATE- ice cream, doughnuts, or cupcakes! We’ve been open and honest with our children about Noah as well as the 2 miscarriages I suffered. Our goal is to normalize stillbirth and miscarriage, help them understand that you can do everything right and it doesn’t always go as planned. Our loss, while unbearably difficult, resulted in our 3 beautiful children and for that we are grateful and fortunate.