3 is a magic number. We number 3 in this house, although we should number 4, 4 should be our magic number.
It's cold today, it's snowing. Conditions that remind me of the early morning of March 3, 2007 when we rushed (tried to rush despite the icy car windshield and roads) to the hospital.
Feeling low, feeling blue, trying to keep a smile as I think of the 9 months she was alive within me, wanting to smile because sweet Holdyn revives my soul.
How did we get here, to this day, 3 years later? We persevered so much trauma, so much dark mucky grief.
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Thinking about you and your family today. Just wanted you to know.
Remembering Birdie today and your near death experience
*hugs* should be 4...big sister watching over lil' bro
More thoughts, more hugs
Holdyn looks like Birdie.
Children should not die before their parents. I am so sorry that your little bird couldn't stay here.
i am so sorry for you and for all of us baby-loss mama's. a birth is not supposed to be a death.
liz
Thinking of you and Birdie.
What a beautiful little girl you and Matt made.
sending love and thoughts of your Birdie, dear sweet girl
xx
While a mother never ever forgets and I know the grief can be so deep your strength amazes me. Three years later and I bet somedays feels like yesterday you lost your dear Birdie. My heart goes out to you just the same as it did then but thankfully some happiness has come into your life also. Dear Birdie is so remembered and lives on in our hearts. Hugs Erin....
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