Ich und Du bin eins means, “You & I are one”

Our final baby is so loved, as they all are, but every once in a while I still get a wave & a wink from a blue balloon & it makes me smile.

Now I’m recounting it all, not wanting to miss a single thing.

I hope this book brings hope for the future, with glimmers of joy as we share our babies with each other.

we don’t need another baby to heal, fix, or transform us; we have already trusted that all of our babies have transformed us. Then I realized that not just all my babies have transformed us, but you all have as well, other loss families.

Having this birth plan makes me feel empowered, listened to, and respected.

I’m doing well, I really am but I am not feeling the “best I ever did while I was pregnant” as some women explain but have to remember this is them recounting the experience…not currently in it.

Holding space for our stories is the only way they will come to the surface, or else we will press them down and talk about other things that don’t really matter. And then we don’t realize why we have outbursts. But, of course we do . . . when we can’t share.

I think we need something to bring us out of the heart-wrenching pain. Glimmers of things that remind us of joy, or we would never continue.

Over the years, I was asked many times, “Why do you keep trying? Haven’t you lost enough? Aren’t you scared it will happen again?” The answer to that was always: absolutely. Absolutely I was scared and absolutely I had lost, but I had also gained in so many aspects, and it was hope that kept me going.