As with any Holiday, I get really anxious and nervous nearly cutting off everyone so I can get through it my own way. Am I the only one who misses someone this holiday season? Last year was tough because I was supposed to have my gender reveal on Thanksgiving Day. This Thanksgiving was supposed to be Elijah's 1st holiday with his family. So when people say "it gets better with time", how is that so? When every year I am going to think about my son and that it would be his

The moment I said those words I knew that I was healing. The site of babies or another pregnant woman freaked me out literally. I felt so bad that some of my friends gave birth to healthy babies and I couldn’t congratulate them.....in my mind I was saying it, but the words just would not come out. I was secretly jealous and I am not afraid to admit it. I didn't know how to be there for my friends when I was still grieving the death of my son. I didn't know how I could ce

I have to apologize on the delay for getting the next interview out. Sometimes you just have to take time for self and I need lots of it. I can't remember exactly when I started talking to our next angel mommy, but it happened on Instagram. I swear sometimes social media can be the best thing LOL. I believe it was a post that we kept commenting back and forth on. I remember telling her to reach out to me if she ever needed someone to talk to. She sent me a DM saying "Hi

When I first loss Elijah, I wanted to do everything and anything possible to take the hurt away. I disconnected myself from family and friends because I didn't think people truly understood me. In my opinion, some people treated me as if I shouldn’t be grieving over a baby I never met. That’s unrealistic for me to not grieve, for me not to be upset regardless of if I had the chance to meet my baby or not. A mother's love starts when they first find out they are expecting

I truly hope you all have learned something from each story that has been posted. Notice that each story is different; however, they all share one thing in common, the pain of losing a child. It's an indescribable pain that I wouldn't wish on my worse enemy. I admire the mothers who have allowed me the opportunity to interview them for this blog. I know you're probably thinking, when is she going to tell her story. I will in due time :-). Its amazing the number of peopl

I woke up yesterday and seen so many posts about October being Breast Cancer Awareness month and Domestic Violence Awareness month. Very few posts about Pregnancy and Infant Loss. I was crushed...but I wasn't surprised. I can't even say that if you haven't experienced it you won’t support it because I know several people who have never been affected by breast cancer and domestic violence but will still post to support it. Why is that? How can we raise awareness for breast

Today is the last day before we move into the month of October; the month that most people will recognize breast cancer and domestic violence. But I challenge you all to speak up and show support for pregnancy and infant loss. Whether you change your profile pic to pink and blue or light a candle for an angel that was gone too soon, just show support. I am not embarrassed or ashamed to say that I loss my baby. The fact remains that I am still a mother. I won't ever stop

Facebook has changed so much since I first joined. Now my time line is full of funny videos and other sorts of comedy. One day, I happened to be on Facebook and one of my Facebook friends shared a video of a little baby who had recently passed from SIDS. I clicked the video and watched the entire thing. I kept saying WOW this baby is gorgeous. I clicked on the page where the video was coming from and realized that this baby’s parent’s created a Foundation in her honor.

President Ronald Reagan said it best when parents lose a child, there isn't a word that describes them. But I can think of one word to describe every parent who has loss a child, STRONG! It really takes a strong individual to get up every day after losing a child. When your heart is broken but you still somehow find the strength to get up and help another grieving parent. I had the pleasure of interviewing Ms. Domonique Perkins from Greensboro Alabama. I started following

When I first loss my son, I was angry, depressed, and felt that family and friends didn't want anything to do with me. I always felt that I was there for everyone else but the one time I needed someone to be there for me they weren't. Don't get me wrong, I had quite a few people that were in my corner and I had to realize that, that’s all that mattered. I started searching on social networks for women who were just like me. In my heart, I felt that no one but them would u