The fall
/As we buried our offspring, / And carried their stories, / We crept, like reptiles, our hearts cold, / Into an eternal winter white. / No, fall, all your falling leaves / Cannot equal the fall / Of a single babylost life.
Read MoreThe weeks you have been gone: 139 / The times I have looked at your photograph: 7 / Trying to see my little boy behind the vernix and the purple / Trying to feel your weight / Trying to imagine you / It’s all I get to do, imagine you.
Read MoreI’m feeling rather unsettled right now. In a new kind of limbo, an in between place. Now life goes on. Now life continues. 'That’s it? It just continues? Just goes on, business as usual, except that I’m completely transformed in the middle of a world that hasn’t really changed much at all?' ...Yup.
Read MoreThe loving and missing of my son will never get “better.” It’s easier to live with these days, chronic, not acute. Integrated, part of me, part of the fabric of my life and my family. As eight demonstrated, there are flareups. Which is ok. This is not a condition from which I ever hoped to “recover.” Because after all, we don’t stop loving someone just because they die.
Read MorePlease join me in welcoming Jo-Anne as Glow's new forum moderator. In her own words: "Two years ago, I felt truly lost. I listened to people tell me how I would get over this and have more children, this just days, even hours, after we found out Zia had died and I felt ready to just give up. I kept shutting further down because there was truly no one around me who seemed to understand the depth of my loss and that it was not as simple as everyone thought it was..."
Read MoreBereaved parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion, and the other side of getting through this mess called grief.
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Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
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