tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52949454048698589412024-03-12T17:57:57.599-07:00God's Angels Gone EarlyAndrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-73151788272099266232017-06-07T09:54:00.000-07:002017-06-07T09:54:39.424-07:00Happy 5th Birthday GageIt's been a long time since I've posted on this site. We have been busy over the past several months but I am excited to get back on here and get some kits donated. Gage would have been 5 in February. I still can't believe its been that long since I last held him or kissed his face. This anniversary for some reason was especially hard for me. I have learned that the process of grief truly is a roller coaster ride. I was also in my last trimester with our 3rd rainbow baby these past few months. I was much sicker than I have been with any other pregnancy and was off work the last month prior to his arrival. The long month at home feeling awful gives you lots of time to think. It is hard to shut your mind off at times which easily causes unneccessary fear and anxiety. We came home from the hospital Easter weekend. My older boys helped me finish assembling kits that we started for Gage's birthday but needed a few things to be completed. I am thankful that they enjoy putting together and donating kits that will help other families who suffer the loss of their infant(s). I am also grateful for the reason we celebrate Easter and the reminder that one day we will be reunited with Gage. <br />
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A few local organizations have reached out to me asking for kits as they have seen an increased need for supplies. I am happy that I can honor Gage by helping others but it breaks my heart to know that so many other families experience what I believe to be the worst thing imaginable.....the loss of a child.<br />
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Happy 5th Birthday Gage and Happy Easter.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-1658470556898611572016-02-16T12:01:00.000-08:002016-02-16T12:01:59.579-08:00Happy 4th Birthday GageI can't believe Gage would be 4 today. It's even harder to believe how we have lived almost 4 years without him. We were unable to take our annual trip due to sick kids. We stayed home and replanted flowers in Gage's flower bed. We have also been working on more kits that we hope to donate soon. I am grateful for everyone that has supported and continues to support GAGE. I am thankful for the Palo Verde Relief Society who collected and donated hats, outfits, blankets, journals, magnets and seeds. A big thank you to my mother-in-law who continues to help sew blankets and bags and my Aunt Carol who purchased more gowns. I also received a large donation of yarn locally that will make a ton of hats. Thank you all for helping me celebrate Gage's 4th birthday by helping me donate more kits to be given to other families in his memory.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-38833405475093129302015-10-20T08:00:00.000-07:002015-10-20T08:00:06.446-07:00Guest Post: Lisa<i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Today we are lucky enough to have Lisa with us - <i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she is such an amazing person who is willing to share her story with us</i>. </i><i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Please take a moment to read this post and feel free to leave comments in response on our <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GodsAngelsGoneEarly" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Facebook page</a>. </i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I was 19, I had gotten pregnant and I lost the baby..it was a hard time for me. I felt so alone. It wasn't my boyfriend's, at the time, and mine baby but it still hit home. 4 months later, I became pregnant with my baby boy Jaxx and he almost didn't make it... he has Williams syndrome and is ok now but still has been in and out of the hospital. When he was 6 months old, I had gotten pregnant again and this time with twins. I was soo happy and I did everything to keep them... about four weeks ago I stated losing blood and I was rushed to the ER. They told me several times there was nothing they could do. A few weekends ago, I found out I miscarried the twins. I was 12 weeks pregnant. I have been in so much agony and pain these last few weeks. I couldn't find it in me to talk to God...but then one night after coming home from the hospital, I saw a shooting star and I felt a big sigh of relief and burdened lifted. I have turned to the Almighty One because I know he does things for a reason. I never felt a kick. I never heard the heartbeat but I know in my heart the Lord above is taking care of all three of my sweet babies. I still question to this day but have to remind myself it all is for a reason and a purpose.</span></span><br />
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<i style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;">if you would like to guest post with us this month it isn't too late, please send us a message via our <a href="http://godsangelsgoneearly.blogspot.com/p/contact-us.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Contact Us</a> page. </i>Andrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-72262846816419938892015-10-16T08:00:00.000-07:002015-10-16T08:00:00.951-07:00Guest Post: Rikki<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">
<i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">Today we are lucky enough to have Rikki with us from <a href="http://happyhawshome.blogspot.com/2015/10/1-in-5.html">Happy Haws Home</a>- <i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she is such an amazing person who is willing to share her story with us</i>. </i><i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;">Please take a moment to read this post and feel free to leave comments in response on our <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GodsAngelsGoneEarly" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Facebook page</a>. </i></div>
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When someone says "1 in 5" what do you think?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I'll give you a hint, it's a statistic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A statistic I hope you never have to experience.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Miscarriage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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1 in 5 pregnancies end in a miscarriage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Recurrent miscarriage consists of 3 or more miscarriages in a row and only 1 in 100 women will have a recurrent miscarriage.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I'm one. I am 1 in 100. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As for the 1 in 5, I am 1 in 5 in a different way. 1 birth and living baby out of 5 pregnancies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In December 2012 I married my handsome husband Alex! In February 2013 we decided it was time for us to start our own little family. In March and then later in November I miscarried. With both those miscarriages I had no clue I was pregnant until after I had miscarried and I only made it about 6 weeks (According to my falling hormone levels). <o:p></o:p></div>
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On March 12 2014 I saw the most beautiful two lines I have ever seen... <o:p></o:p></div>
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I WAS PREGNANT! <o:p></o:p></div>
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For me, this was the first time I actually got to see the lines and know I was pregnant. I ran downstairs to my husband and I emailed my mom. I was beyond thrilled. I scheduled an appointment with an OB but they wanted me to wait until I would be about 10 weeks. For me, 10 weeks was a LONG time considering I was not very good at making it passed 6 weeks. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When it got closer to my appointment, I got more and more excited. The day before my appointment I woke up about 9 o'clock at night in the worst pain imaginable. I'd had kidney stones but they could not even TOUCH the pain I was feeling. I got up and went to the bathroom thinking I was just passing the largest stone ever, but there was blood... LOTS of blood. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was doubled over in pain i could barely talk. Once i finally caught my breath I remember screaming "ALEX!"<o:p></o:p></div>
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He jumped straight out of bed from a dead sleep. I couldn't catch my breath again to tell him that something was wrong but he knew. He could tell I was in way too much pain. So, we got up and rushed to the nearest Emergency Room. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It was there that I went through full labor and passed my twins. We had no clue we were having twins and I was crushed. This was my first time really experiencing a miscarriage. Feeling the pain. The loss. The broken heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I spent another few hours in the hospital after I passed the babies to make sure there were no complications. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We got home at 1 in the morning on a Sunday. Alex was kind enough to pin up blankets on all the windows in the room so that I could sleep as long as I wanted. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Later that day I got up to grab some food and curl back up in bed when the doorbell rang. It was one of my very dear friends and I had to put on a happy face. She noticed I had an ER bracelet and asked. I was not ready for someone to ask. She was one of the only other people I had told that I was pregnant so of course she asked if the baby was ok. I quickly responded it was just another kidney stone and she left. For the next hour I sat in my bed crying. Eventually I cried myself asleep and didn't wake up until the middle of the night and only got up to eat. That routine basically became my life for the next two weeks. I slept. I ate. I cried.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My friend ended up coming back bringing up dinner. She and her husband stayed for a little while, so of course, the truth came out. I had only told our mother's what had happened and that was just through an email. It could never have prepared me to say it out loud to someone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One evening when I woke up after sleeping all day, I started going downstairs to get some food. I heard Alex crying and talking to someone so I stopped on the stairs to listen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was on the phone with his mom. There he was, crying his eyes out, telling his mom how hard it had been on him to go to school while grieving the loss of out babies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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That's when it hit me. I was being selfish. I wasn't the only one who had lost the babies, my husband had too. I went back upstairs to bed since I knew Alex was coming up to bed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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That night we laid in bed crying together. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This was the moment I realized I was not alone, that I would never be alone. Maybe that is what made my next miscarriage much easier to get through.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, 10 1/2 short weeks later I was losing another baby the morning of my first OB appointment for the baby. This may be too much information (You've now been warned) but I was able to catch the baby. So, we took the baby with us so they could test it to see why my body could not hold on to even one baby!</div>
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A few weeks later we went back in for the news. I was so afraid. Afraid of what my doctor was going to say. Afraid I would never be able to have a child of my own.</div>
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You know what she said? </div>
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"All the tests on the fetus came back fine. There was nothing wrong with it. Your hormone levels are great, your uterus looks great, so my conclusion is you are too fertile."</div>
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Too fertile?</div>
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TOO fertile?</div>
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What does that even mean? </div>
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Well, this is what It means:</div>
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At this point, my doctor said that I may never have a live birth, but she was determined to try!</div>
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Only a few short months later I was pregnant again! Thankfully I had the wonderful doctor I did, she calmed all my nerves and fears. She got me on progesterone and closely monitored me my entire pregnancy. Out of my miscarriage storm FINALLY came my rainbow baby boy! :)</div>
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My pregnancy wasn't easy and we had many scares but it was SO worth it!<br /><br />I hope everyone that is going through or has gone through miscarriages gets their rainbow baby(s). </div>
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There are many people who have asked me how I got through all my miscarriages. My answer will always be that same. I let myself grieve, I cried, I prayed, I cried some more, and I prayed a little harder! I've gone through miscarriages that I let myself grieve and miscarriages where I tried to hold it all in. The ones where I let myself grieve were a lot easier to get through. You lost a baby. A human being. It's going to hurt physically and emotionally!The grieving process is the same as if you lost a different family member. I never needed counseling, but some people may need it! Do NOT be ashamed if you do! </div>
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The reason I am sharing my story today is October 15th is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness day. The entire month of October is to be aware of those mothers who grieve in silence. Today is the day we all come together and remember who we lost.</div>
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Leave a link in the comments if you end up doing something in memory of your lost ones. I would love to see it! Thanks for reading and sharing with me.</div>
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Always Smile!</div>
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<br />Andrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-80089024456352911112015-10-15T10:21:00.002-07:002015-10-15T11:55:52.390-07:00Capture Your Grief Days 8,9,11 & 13<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 29px;">Day 8 – <span style="font-size: x-small;">WISH LIST </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 29px;">What are your wishes for this grief journey? What do you need from others? It might be that you want your child to always be remembered. You may wish to educate others on grief and healing. Maybe your wish is to turn this tragedy into something beautiful. Spend some time thinking about what it is that you hope to be able to do, learn or gain from this experience.</span></span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;">My wish has always been to remember Gage and give his life purpose. I have always wanted to turn our tragedy into something positive and that is why we started GAGE. I need others to remember him and to not act like he didn't exist. I always include him whenever asked how many children I have.....he was and will always be my child.</span></span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700; line-height: 29px;">Day 9 – <span style="font-size: x-small;">FAMILY – </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 29px;">What does your family look like today? Who is your family to you? What do they mean to you? </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;">My family today includes my husband and Gage's five brothers (two of which were born after his death). My family is the reason I continue to live. They understand this process because they too live it on a daily basis. They are my biggest support. My extended family and friends have and continue to provide me with love and support along this journey.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;">Day 11 – <span style="font-size: x-small;">GLOW IN THE WOODS </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;">Today I want to honour the beautiful writers at </span><a href="http://www.glowinthewoods.com/" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; -webkit-transition: all 0.1s ease-in-out; box-sizing: border-box; color: #27b4b2; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; transition: all 0.1s ease-in-out;">Glow In The Woods,</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"> past and present. This was the first place I found on the internet where I could read about other parents experiences with grief. They were literally my light in the darkness. When we become bereaved, in the beginning, many of us look outwards for help. We set out in the darkness of night with a blanket and a lantern in search of others like us. Along the road we usually find someone or something and it is with that discovery that we can walk this road with understanding company and with that, we watch the sun begin to rise over our worlds again. Who was your glow in the woods? Share some resources that have aided you in your healing journey. It may be a website, charity, organization, a person/teacher/therapist/new friend etc. Whatever it is, share what is so wonderful about that resource and how it has helped you. Please feel welcome to share links so that others can benefit.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;">I immediately joined an online SIDS support group after Gage's death. It really helped me in the beginning to know that I was not alone and that so many others really understood the pain that I was experiencing. It was a safe place to go and get questions answered from people who had experienced this type of grief first hand. I reached a point in my own journey that I had to step back from the group. It was consuming too much of my time and was no longer a healthy part of my personal journey. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 29px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px;">I received a kit with various items from a local organization (Sewing For Babies) after Gage died. The items did and still continue to provide me comfort. This was one of the reasons I wanted to make kits of my own. Here is the link to their Facebook page </span></span></span>https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=257458498746</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 700;">Day 13 – <span style="font-size: x-small;">REGRETS + TRIGGERS </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">What are some regrets that you have about your experience with grief so far? Do you believe there is a way to heal that regret? Do you have any grief triggers? Maybe it is the pregnant woman in the store or a scent that reminds you of that time in your life. Perhaps it is a sound, song, season etc. Share what pulls on your heart strings.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white;">The trigger that I have has been watching the milestones of my other children. When my now 3 month old flashed me his first real smile I was in awe of the moment but quickly realized that I never got to experience that same moment with Gage. These moments often bring tears to my eyes. While I'm happy and excited to be sharing these moments with each of my children it's hard to ignore the fact that I will never have the same experience with Gage.</span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-70015966309096057602015-10-12T07:33:00.000-07:002015-10-12T07:33:42.840-07:00Guest Post: Rudy's Story<i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Today we are lucky enough to have Sandi with us- <i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she is such an amazing person who is willing to share her story with us</i>. </i><i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Please take a moment to read this post and feel free to leave comments in response on our <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GodsAngelsGoneEarly" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Facebook page</a>. </i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"> </span><span style="color: #222222;"> In July of 1991 I became pregnant with my fifth child. I can remember it was an extremely hot summer. I was tired and feeling sick from pregnancy. My two and a half year old, Mihkela often took baths with me and one day she asked me why I was feeling so sick. I told her that soon she`d have a new brother or sister. She was thrilled and told me that she would pray for me. We are Christians, I gave my life to the Lord, my Savior, Jesus Christ in December 0f 1974.</span></span><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ7hOPu4dD4/Vg8SofV4O9I/AAAAAAAAQ5Y/ZjXpPnp-LrA/s1600/11218602_10207582755235219_312257345750188914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ7hOPu4dD4/Vg8SofV4O9I/AAAAAAAAQ5Y/ZjXpPnp-LrA/s320/11218602_10207582755235219_312257345750188914_n.jpg" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> I was informed by two physicians before my marriage that I would be unable to conceive and more than likely be sterile. Remember after being married awhile, I went to my Heavenly Father, knowing He can do ANYTHING because He is Creator most powerful, great and mighty! God is faithful, and Seth Isaac was born. My receiving womb continued to bear four other children, Corey Williams, Johnna Elizabeth, and Mihkela Estelle-Virginia and the child to be born in March of 1992.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Sure I had the normal feelings of sickness that accompanies pregnancy. Each pregnancy caused its own cravings and this time around it was plums. FINALLY made it through the sick times and I felt so blessed to be pregnant again. It also thrilled me in a special way as this time I was still grieving over the recent death of my father.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> My pregnancy was progressing normally and I felt great, just a bit uncomfortable toward the end. Went for an ultrasound in January and son Corey, and daughters, Johnna and Mihkela accompanied. They were able to see their little brother turn around and 'look' right at us. He wanted us to know who he was. Truly awesome.</span><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"> I was quickly approaching my due date and we were busy getting everything ready in order for the big day. I had two friends that both were pregnant also and we had gotten together a few times. We`d kid each other about how big we were getting and strange eating habits.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Mom arrived beginning of March and was staying until the baby was born. Friends gave me an wonderful shower.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Went to the doctor`s on Thursday, just before the baby was to be born. Steve was planning on delivering our baby and he was with me when we heard a strong heartbeat. This baby was ready and we were anxious to meet him.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Sunday was sitting with my feet elevated, Indian style. My daughter, Mihkela was nuzzled in close and her brother Rudy John gave her such a kick. I saw her move and she said; "Whoa Momma" and she giggled. Never realized he was saying good-bye.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Monday morning around <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_360590317" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">5am</span></span>. I was in my usual comfortable position. I didn't know it yet, felt Rudy move for the last time. That afternoon went for a stress test with my husband to see if I needed to be induced or not. It was <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_360590318" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">March 23</span></span>. We were joking with the nurses about simple things. Nurse applied the jelly on my belly. Laughed about how cold it was. The nurse moved the monitor around and nothing registered. She tried another monitor. Nothing. Another nurse came in to help, nothing. They called the doctor in. The doctor told us the baby was most likely dead. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Reality...it was already hitting Steve. He was being strong for me. We had a ultrasound and a neurologist came to us and looked us straight in the eyes and said, "I`m sorry, your baby is dead." I began to sob and it snowballed into uncontrollable sobbing from the depths of my soul. Steve said, "Sand, its alright" because he wanted so much to console me but I started screaming.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> </span><span style="color: #222222;">Reality Hit.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> We could of stayed at the hospital. We decided we needed to go home and tell everyone first hand. I didn't feel much like a woman of faith. God is gracious and merciful. I have since learned that we have faith in the midst of terrible pain and sorrow.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> All the tears that were shed when we got home. The kids were looking forward to their new little brother. My labor started. When we arrived at the hospital the nurses were advising me to hold my baby and spend time with him. I said, "I don't think so". I wanted a C-section or to be knocked out. I begged and pleaded and demanded. No one listened. I knew somehow the Lord was with us. At <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_360590319" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">2am</span></span> my water broke everything started to happen pretty quickly. Rudy John was born at <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_360590320" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">8:30 am</span></span> on his due date, <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_360590321" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">March 24th</span></span>.It was a rough delivering for both of us. Had trouble delivering his shoulders. He was a big boy. 22" long and 10lbs. 5ozs. The nurses were wonderful. They took pictures and we held him. They left us alone and told us we could have as much time as we needed. We counted all his fingers and toes. He was gorgeous. Strong looking with beautiful dark hair. Then we realized what was wrong with this picture. The joy that comes with a new baby was missing. We held him close and rocked him. I nursed all my other children and could already feel my milk coming in. This little one will not be nursing. We had so much trouble leaving the hospital, Our little boy would not be leaving with us.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> The day we went to the funeral home was beyond painful. Our children and their Grandmom got to meet Rudy and a couple of close friends. Know the Lord was carrying us and holding us extra tight. We held each other tight as well.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Grief does come flooding in. We joined a club we never wanted a part of. Many days of not knowing how we <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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would ever survive minute to minute. SLOWLY, ever so slowly. Our days were just that days. God somehow picked up or faces and our hearts off the floor. Many people tried to help. Cards and visits, phone calls. One day, a dear person sent a card with this Scripture, Romans <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_360590322" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">8:38</span></span>,39.Where it talks about God`s Love is real even in death. Appreciate her reaching out, knew that she had been in the same club as me. She had had a few Miscarriages.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222;"> Its twenty three years since Rudy went to Heaven. We all grieve differently. Looking back someone how we gave each other room during those extremely rough days. We have song that we call Rudy`s song we play every year on his birthday. We all call each other on his day. Not one day goes by that we don't miss him. It hasn't gotten better its just different. </span></span><br />
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I loved reading Heaven is for Real after Gage's death. I've always believed that there is life after death. Knowing that I will be reunited with Gage one day is truly what keeps me going and helps push me through my grief. There is also a kid version of the book which I was able to share with my other children. </div>
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Gage only lived 3 days but his little life has forever changed me. I often think of all the memories that I'll miss with Gage which makes me cherish the few that I do have like bringing him home from the hospital, meeting his siblings, the only bath I would give him, the night before/morning of his death, the last time I held him and the last time I would see his precious little face. I keep a box with all of the outfits he wore and blankets that swaddled him. My biggest fear is forgetting my memories of Gage, both positive and negative. I'm grateful for all of the pictures we have because I never get tired of staring at his sweet little face.</div>
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it came totally unexpected.</div>
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this moment, this sadness, this crying that i haven't cried since before christmas.</div>
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i knew it would eventually come, the pain of sorrow that comes after loss.</div>
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the loss of a beginning, the loss of a miscarriage.</div>
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december 2nd, jay + i went into our first ultrasound to find there was no more heartbeat,</div>
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no baby, no more beginning. + on december 4th, i went in for a d+c.</div>
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of course i had cried, of course i was sad,</div>
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nothing will compare to that cry in my kitchen after learning we miscarried</div>
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that left me with no more tears,</div>
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no more cries that sounded like animal noises,</div>
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just jay + i clinging on to each other.</div>
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but i had s u c h a support system during the whole process, </div>
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i felt like the lucky one who had a trial,</div>
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+ made it past it with a few bump + bruises,</div>
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extra padding + advice to give to others who felt what i felt.</div>
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christmas was different, it was when we planned to tell our families</div>
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so it came + passed with a sting, but no real sorrow.</div>
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new year goals centered around health, love + new beginnings, but again,</div>
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i was fine, i was okay.</div>
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but today it came totally unexpected,</div>
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this moment, this sadness, this crying that i knew it would eventually come, </div>
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the pain of sorrow that comes after loss.</div>
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the loss of a beginning, the loss of a miscarriage.</div>
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especially when the topic of miscarriage is hushed, not talked about </div>
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+ has the stigma of feelings of failure.</div>
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take a look around you.</div>
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chances are, if you're sitting in a room with four women,</div>
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one of them has or will have a miscarriage.</div>
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i get to be one of the lucky ones of that sad statistic</div>
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but, since having my cry, since having my moment, i realized,</div>
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this is what i wanted when i told jay after finding out about a friends miscarriage.</div>
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<i>i want to feel the joy of motherhood, or the pain of a miscarriage,</i></div>
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<i> but either way, i wanted to feel it + i wanted to start trying.</i></div>
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i realize that may sound strange or if you believe in fate, a curse on what i wanted, but i think that having this miscarriage change me for the better.</div>
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i finally want to be a mother.</div>
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i had a small taste of it for about 8 weeks.</div>
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the excitement, the already consuming love that surrounds the joy + the pain.</div>
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hearing jay say in our prayers,</div>
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<i>please please bless our little baby that it will grow healthy + strong</i></div>
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will be something i'll always remember + never forget.</div>
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+ this miscarriage will be another egg in my basket, </div>
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another experience to add to my life that i'll be able to share with others,</div>
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to help them through their pain or fears,</div>
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trying/being/loosing pregnancy is hard, </div>
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but what i do know is that any + all of it is worth it,</div>
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the pain or a miscarriage or the joy of a pregnancy,</div>
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<b>but because she continued on despite them."</b></div>
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again, i'll be unstoppable, i'll continue on.</div>
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Andrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-38453567433257262682015-10-03T21:41:00.001-07:002015-10-15T11:56:31.293-07:00Capture Your Grief-Day 3. In Honour.<strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Day 3 – IN HONOUR </strong><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Who are you doing this project in loving memory of? Share their name. Share their story. Share who they are to you. This is a time to shine a light on your children and tell the world about them. Honour them beautifully. A lovely idea is to create an acrostic poem with your children’s names (a word for each letter of their name) If you didn’t name your babies, you can still share your experience. What were your hopes and dreams for them? How has this experience changed you as a person? Share as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. </span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I'm doing this project in memory of my son Gage. Gage died unexpectedly at the young age of 3 days and we were told it was a classic case of SIDS. You can find his story on this blog. The only way that I have been able to continue living is by keeping his memory alive and honoring him through the non profit organization we started in his memory, GAGE. He is just that....God's Angel Gone Early.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: white; line-height: 29px;">I intend to live life fully with no regrets. Life after the death of my child has been anything but easy. A part of me died that day and I have struggled with living my life to the fullest ever since. I often wish that I could join Gage and give up on this life but I know that is not the answer. I made a decision after his death that I would not let fear run my life. It has been difficult to do but I have been blessed because of this decision. I know that Gage wants me to be happy and to live the rest of my life here on earth fully and with no regrets. This is my intention along with honoring and remembering my sweet baby boy. #captureyourgrief #whathealsyourheart</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-39614693285177912872015-10-02T12:29:00.000-07:002015-10-02T13:45:55.411-07:00Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness MonthOctober is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month. We will share new guest posts throughout the month. I will also be participating in the Capture Your Grief project again this year. The details for the project can be found here http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/capture-your-grief-2015.<br />
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<strong>Day 1 – </strong><strong>SUNRISE</strong> Let us celebrate the beginning of this healing month by waking up early to watch the sunrise wherever we in the world. This will be a beautifully, poignant way for us all to feel connected and energized for the month ahead. When you go outside to watch the sunrise this morning, don’t just snap a picture and upload it right there on the spot. Make yourself a nice cup of tea and sit down to breathe in the fresh air, the scent of the new morning and all of the colors and sounds as they transform around you. Take some time to breathe the sunrise in. Spend some time reflecting upon your children and your journey so far. If there is no visible sunrise in your part of the world because of the weather, that is okay, this is life and nature, and it really doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you take the time out of your day to be with us all in spirit and make space for a new beginning. Take a photo of your surroundings, no matter what the weather is like, don’t visit google to use a more pretty sunrise picture. This is about you and the place where you are right now. If you share your photo online make sure you write what State/Country you are in and the time of the sunrise. You can google the sunrise time in your part of the world and set your alarm if you are a sleepy head like me. Send some love out to everyone else in the world who is grieving the death of a child and remember those gone before us who were made to grieve in silence. We honour these people too.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-16048140236033867672015-02-18T20:41:00.000-08:002015-02-19T04:52:35.127-08:003 years....I can't believe 3 years have passed since I woke up to find my baby lifeless. I have relived that morning over and over in my mind. I'm afraid of forgetting any detail that relates to Gage because 3 days wasn't long enough with him. I miss him more than ever and constantly wonder what he would look like or what his personality would be like. I also know that nothing I can or would have done can bring him back. I'm grateful to know that he is in a better place and that one day we will be reunited. Today, I spent the afternoon with my family putting together kits that will be donated to local hospitals to give to other families who lose their infant(s). I continue to be so thankful to all of you who have helped me make this organization a success. I will forever be grateful for your countless hours spent sewing, money donated, and overall support which helps me give Gage's life purpose and honor his memory. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-27132951941780075822015-02-15T18:37:00.001-08:002015-02-15T18:37:08.133-08:00Happy 3rd Birthday GageI can't believe Gage would be 3 today. This time of year always brings about so many emotions. We choose to celebrate his life and have spent the last several days "celebrating" in California. Another way that we remember Gage is by continuing to make and donate more kits. We were given such a wonderful gift this year.....a very generous donation that will help us make and donate a very large number of kits. I'm excited to get home and get kits donated. We continue to be grateful for all the love and support that we have received and continue to receive on this journey. Happy Birthday baby boy, I can't wait for the day that we celebrate this day together.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-31607471881587220652014-10-30T08:00:00.000-07:002014-10-30T08:00:02.740-07:00Guest Post: Cindy<span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$0:0"><i style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Today we are lucky enough to have Cindy with us Guest Posting from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/StrollintoFightSIDS">Strollin' to Fight SIDS</a> - she is an amazing person who was willing to share with us all her story. </span></span></i><i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; white-space: normal;">Please take a moment to read this post, visit her site, and feel free to leave comments in response on our <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GodsAngelsGoneEarly" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Facebook page</a>. </i></span><br />
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10 months old, and as a full time working mom of two girls under 5 years old, I was not sure about how to handle this news. As the months went by, we learned that I was expecting our third daughter. By the time she was born, on June 21, 2012, we were determined to accept the chaos that three children under 5 would bring. The second she arrived, we were in love. Anneliese Marie Reher was the picture of health, weighing in at 7 pounds 5 oz, and 18.5 inches long.<br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$1:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$3:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$4:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before Anneliese was even born, I felt a deep, nagging fear of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. As a seasoned mom, I should have felt more confident in the survival of my third child, not less so. Before she was even born, I remember perusing the internet as if I could “find” the way to avoid SIDS. After her birth, I still felt this fear, but I pushed it aside. I had always been one to follow all the Safe Sleep guidelines, almost obsessively so, and I continued to do so with Anneliese. Anneliese’s crib was always bare and boring: completely empty except for our bundle of joy. No blankets, no bumpers, no stuffed animals. Anneliese had started to roll from back to front, and front to back, and so we had stopped swaddling, in case she rolled in the night, so she would be able to right herself. Although she was rolling, it was not consistent, and the rolling episodes were few and far between. She was exclusively breastfed, current on vaccinations, the room was kept cool, and she slept with a pacifier. I am a stickler for the rules.</span><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$5:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$7:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$8:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before she died, I remember one day in particular. I was talking to my dear friend on the phone about how my parents were pressuring my husband and I to consider a permanent end to our fertility: a vasectomy. I was telling her how I had prayed about this, and that I felt it was wrong. I then told her that I was terrified of SIDS with Anneliese, and that I couldn’t consider anything permanent until she reached 1 year of age. I told my friend that I knew I could never replace her, but that I would want the chance to have another if she died. I was that fearful of SIDS. Now, looking back on it, I think God was preparing me for what was to come.</span><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$9:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$11:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$12:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">On October 27, 2012, I breastfed Anneliese in the morning, and then headed to the local Kid’s consignment sale to purchase early Christmas gifts for the girls. While I was gone, my husband tried to get Anneliese to sleep in the swing in the living room, where she often napped due to her reflux, as the swing allowed her to sleep elevated. But she would not sleep there, and was very agitated that day, so my husband put her in her crib in our room, on her back to sleep, for her afternoon nap. When I got home after the sale, I was exhausted. Unbeknownst to me at that time, I was already feeling ill and exhausted from the effects of yet diagnosed postpartum thyroid inflammation, and thyroid cancer. I fell asleep on the sofa, and later awoke to wonder why Anneliese had not awoken ready for a feeding. I went into our room, and the nightmare that I saw that day will replay in my mind forever and ever. Our sweet Anneliese was gone. During her nap, she had rolled from her back, to her stomach, with her head to the side, and departed this world, into the loving arms of Jesus.</span><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$13:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$15:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$16:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My pediatrician had always told us not to worry when babies start rolling from stomach to back; that there was nothing that you could do to prevent them from rolling and that by that time their neck strength was such that everything should be ok. Even though we followed all the safe sleep rules, my husband and I could not stop Anneliese from rolling into an “unsafe” sleep position herself. The day she died was the first and last time that she rolled during a nap. How is anyone to prevent their baby from rolling? How many times, as babies, did my older daughters do the same, and yet they never died?</span><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$17:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$19:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$20:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soon after her death, a friend who I had not seen for 16 years saw my post on Facebook about Anneliese. She came to me, and told me that she had had a dream, that she was meant to help me start a SIDS charity walk in the Seattle area, and that we would call it Strollin’ to Fight SIDS. She told me that she felt lead by God to be there for me, and to help make it happen. Initially, I have to admit, that I was skeptical that we could make it happen. In addition to planning a major event, I also had received the news that I had papillary thyroid carcinoma. The most miraculous thing is that Anneliese’s <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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very birth saved my life. Not only did she save me spiritually, by drawing me closer to my faith, and the knowledge that I would see her again, but she saved my physical body too. Her “unplanned” June birth set off inflammation within my thyroid gland, which allowed the cancer to be found. If I had not given birth, my cancer would never have been discovered. Less than 1 month after her birth, I was at Swedish hospital for surgery, and in January of 2013 I had chemotherapy, which required that I be isolated from my two living daughters for over a week.</span><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$21:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$23:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$24:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not only did I battle cancer, and win while grieving the loss of Anneliese, but my friend and I made our dream a reality. The first annual Strollin’ to Fight SIDS took place June 2013, and we are scheduled for our third annual event June 2015! We have raised over $22,000 dollars for SIDS research via The CJ Foundation for SIDS through our events. We also hold various small online fundraisers on our Facebook page throughout the year for The CJ Foundation for SIDS, as well as Dr. Hannah Kinney’s SIDS research at Boston Children’s Hospital.</span><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$25:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$27:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><span data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$28:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">As a medical professional and a mother of a child lost to SIDS, I am passionate about supporting research into Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Something must be medically wrong for our babies to die. Safe sleep was simply not enough to save my daughter. Although we will always miss her sweet smiles, and bubbly personality, it comforts us a bit to know that we are doing what we can to try to stop SIDS from affecting other families ever again. </span><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$29:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><br data-reactid=".1dw.$mid=11414088576591=29c767c9ee134d47373.2:0.0.0.0.0.0.$text0:0:$31:0" style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;" /><div style="text-align: center;">
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</span>Andrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-28802906218709728042014-10-26T16:09:00.001-07:002014-10-26T16:09:37.285-07:00Guest Post: Yanet<span data-reactid=".2bm.1.0.0.0.0.1:$mid=11412809949639=234973b6bc7e074da91.0.1.0.$right.0.0.1.0.$text0:0:$0:0" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i style="color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Today we are lucky enough to have Yanet with us Guest Posting from the Tuts for Tre - she is an amazing person who was willing to share with us all her story. </i><i style="color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Please take a moment to read her post, visit her site, and feel free to leave comments in response on our <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GodsAngelsGoneEarly" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Facebook page</a>. </i></span><br />
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Andrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-70428005217689827242014-10-25T20:42:00.002-07:002015-08-27T15:49:16.529-07:00Capture Your Grief - Days 24 & 25Day 24: Forgiveness<br />
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When I think about forgiveness and my grief journey the person who I need to forgive most is myself. In the past I used to resent people who made comments that were hurtful but I no longer let those comments bother me. There are still times when I feel guilty about my son's death. I know in my heart that nothing I would have done differently that night would have kept him alive but it is hard to come to terms with the fact that my perfectly healthy newborn went to sleep and never woke up and nobody can tell us WHY. I'll never forget being interviewed by a detective in the hospital and him starting off with....So, your a nurse.....In my mind I wanted to scream, YES I'm a nurse, and YES my son was in bed with me and YES he passed away. Gage had been in bed with me, he was where I usually slept and I was where my husband usually slept a good arms length apart. I hold onto a lot of guilt since cosleeping is thought to be one of the risk factors for SIDS. I have coslept with each of my children while breastfeeding and know 110% that this did not play a role in Gage's death, but having someone throw it in my face was difficult. I try to move past these thoughts and feelings but they still eat at me often. #captureyourgrief #whathealsyourheart<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I didn't plant a tree or seeds today but have several times in the past. We planted a tree in our back yard shortly after Gage passed and keep it surrounded by flowers. Every time I look at them I am reminded of my sweet boy. We have enjoyed keeping up the tree and flowers as a family. I received a packet of Forget-Me-Not seeds in a card from my aunt after Gage passed. This is one reason I chose to incorporate a packet of Forget-Me-Not seeds in each of the kits that we donate through our non-profit organization in Gage's memory. I like to think that other families can plant these seeds and have something beautiful to look at while they remember their sweet babies gone too soon. </span><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #434044; line-height: 24px;">Capture Your Grief is a mindful healing project for anyone who is grieving the death of a baby or child of any age or gestation. If you are not grieving the death of a child but a loved one and would like to raise awareness for the bereaved parents community, we welcome you to take part as well to help us spread the word about our community. For more information visit <a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">CarlyMarie Project Heal</a> at </span><a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html</a></span></span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-80793461161846817742014-10-24T15:05:00.000-07:002014-10-26T16:01:25.928-07:00Captue Your Grief - Day 23: InspirationDay 23: Inspiration<br />
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Gage inspired me to start our non-profit organization with the hopes of helping other families who experience the loss of their infant(s). I don't wake up each day excited that I get to make these kits for others because I truly wish there was no reason for them. I wouldn't wish this type of loss/tragedy on my worst enemy. I wake up each day and hope to be the best me I can be for that day. I wake up excited to have a relationship with God and know that Gage is in His care. I wake up thankful each day knowing that one day my time will come and I'm no longer afraid of that day. I welcome the day I get to see my little boy again.<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><a href="https://www.facebook.com/CarlyMarieProjectHeal/photos/a.129357470454184.22927.125499444173320/798612360195355/?type=1&theater" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="Day 23" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-3197" src="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/wp-content/plugins/image-shadow/cache/12441b8e3af66b60379fd12d54b41f49.jpg" height="400" scale="0" style="border: none; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; max-width: 100%;" width="400" /></a>Day 23: INSPIRATION. </strong>Have your children inspired you in your life? Maybe it is someone you found because of your children that has inspired you. Share about who or what you draw your inspiration from. Living an inspired life is one of the greatest things you could ever do. Waking up feeling excited about my day is something that I never imagined would happen after our son died, but it did. I know today’s subject will not resonate with some people as the thought of waking up feeling inspired to be alive is one of the last things you are feeling. So if you feel you cannot take part today, maybe just have a look at what others are saying. It is my hope that this post might inspire some feelings in your own heart to start searching for some inspiration for your own life. <strong><br /></strong></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-11432553311989191432014-10-21T07:00:00.000-07:002014-10-21T07:00:04.191-07:00Guest Post: Maura & Sam<i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Today we are lucky enough to have Maura & Sam with us Guest Posting from Charlie's Kids - they are an amazing coupe who were willing to share with us all their story. </i><i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">Please take a moment to read this post, visit their site, and feel free to leave comments in response on our <a href="https://www.facebook.com/GodsAngelsGoneEarly" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Facebook page</a>. </i><br />
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When my husband, Sam, and I found out we were pregnant with our first son we were over the moon. We couldn’t wait to share our pregnancy news with friends and family, and excitedly prepared for his arrival. We read all the baby books, had half a dozen showers and spent copious amounts of time making sure his nursery was just perfect.</div>
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On April 6, 2010, we finally got to meet our sweet baby boy. He was born a perfect, healthy bundle at 7 lbs. 11 oz. We named him Charlie Paul.</div>
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My love for him grew deeper and stronger each time I held him, nursed him and sang to him. I could stare for hours into those beautiful, trusting eyes.</div>
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We imagined Charlie’s life, and made plans. We looked forward to zoo visits, baseball games and his first day of kindergarten. But our dreams were cut short. Three short weeks after welcoming our Charlie, he died, a victim of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome(SIDS) and an unsafe sleep environment.</div>
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Like most new moms, I picked out a cute, new outfit each day, changed a bunch of diapers, and tried desperately to remember all the words to the nursery rhymes and songs that brought me joy in my childhood. I nursed him and rocked him, and worked hard to make sure my baby was happy, healthy and had a full belly. I did everything, except sleep, and after three weeks complete exhaustion took over.</div>
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Sam, the ever-doting daddy, held Charlie that night so I could catch a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. Tired, he laid on the couch with Charlie, the perfect picture of sleep-deprived father and son. It wasn’t unusual; we so often see this photo on Facebook — baby asleep on dad’s chest, dad sound asleep too. Sam woke up, Charlie didn’t.</div>
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We now know: this sleepy snuggle is actually dangerous for our babies. Co-sleeping and tummy sleeping are two of the leading risk factors for SIDS, and this includes those innocent naps on the couch or accidentally falling asleep after nursing in the night. So, when trying to calm a newborn at 2 a.m., or sneaking a few extra zzz’s during the day, think of our Charlie. We want you to know that your baby is safest on his or her back, alone in the crib. This has become one of our life missions.</div>
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There is nothing that can take our pain away, but trying to prevent other families from living this same nightmare offers some sense of purpose as we move forward in our grief.</div>
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With that goal in mind, on April 6, 2011 – Charlie’s first birthday – Charlie’s Kids Foundation was established. Our mission was clear: to raise awareness and support of SIDS by educating families, providing resources for new parents and promoting dialogue about SIDS and safe sleep practices.</div>
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In just a few short years we have been able to see long term dreams become a real working reality. With our unique backgrounds – me, a kindergarten teacher with a Masters in Reading, and Sam, a pediatric cardiologist with a passion for advocacy – we knew when we started our foundation that we wanted to use children’s books to spread the safe sleep message.</div>
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Today we could not be more proud of our very own Charlie’s Kids bedtime book, <em>Sleep Baby Safe and Snug</em>, written by pediatrician Dr. John Hutton. Based on the American Academy of Pediatrics’ Safe Sleep Recommendations, we know this little book is having a huge impact, as it is being heard, remembered and read over and over again by parents and caregivers to their little ones.</div>
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S<em>leep Baby Safe and Snug</em> provides the safe sleep message in the context of a beautifully written and illustrated children’s story. Because books are often part of the traditional bedtime routine, this book provides safe sleep instructions and reminders right before the child is placed in their sleeping environment.</div>
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With this small but mighty book we have partnered with organizations across the country helping to spread this most important safe sleep message.</div>
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And, in doing so, Charlie continues to be a big part of our family and everyday lives. We talk about him. We include him in our family pictures. His name is on our Christmas card. We always tell people we have three children. Through Charlie’s Kids, we believe Charlie is becoming a part of families across the country too. We know his too short life is making a big difference.</div>
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<em>While their family is forever altered, Maura and Sam made Charlie a big brother upon the arrival of Owen Daniel in June 2011. They welcomed their third child, Annie Elizabeth, July 2013. They can’t wait to tell their children how their big brother has changed so many lives for the better.</em></div>
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<em>Sleep Baby Safe and Snug is now available at select retailers in Cincinnati: The Blue Manatee, The Villager and Joseph Beth Booksellers. It is also available online at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sleep-Baby-Safe-Snug-Hutton/dp/1936669161/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1401290927&sr=1-1&keywords=sleep+baby+safe+and+snug" style="color: #239eda; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Amazon.com</a>. If you are a member of a community organization, hospital or health department, please contact us at <a href="http://charlieskids.org/" style="color: #239eda; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">charlieskids.org</a> for more details and special pricing.</em></div>
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Andrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-81835554905477338022014-10-18T22:19:00.001-07:002014-10-22T10:40:35.536-07:00Capture Your Grief - Day 18: GratitudeToday I am most grateful for my kids. I am grateful that they are here to keep me going. It has been hard to watch what they have gone through at such young ages but I'm also grateful to see how resilient they are. They are the reason I got out of bed each morning after Gage died. I am grateful for everything they teach me. I learn from them each and every day. I'm most grateful for their innocence and how willing they are to show me how much they love me......I never get tired of their hugs and kisses! #captureyourgrief #whathealsyourheart<br />
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<img src="webkit-fake-url://a823efdd-e870-4e8b-8232-1d02807b61df/imagejpeg" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-50142446925470411982014-10-15T22:08:00.001-07:002014-10-22T10:40:59.073-07:00Capture Your Grief - Day 15: CommunityI read a post today about pregnancy and infant loss Remembrance Day and how it's a day most don't know about until they experience a loss themselves. This is true in my case. I'm glad for all of the people I have met and crossed paths with along this journey. I have received so much support from strangers. I hope that I have also provided support to others along the way. Tonight we lit candles for Gage and all the other angels who returned home too soon. #captureyourgrief #whathealsyourheart<br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #434044; line-height: 24px;">Capture Your Grief is a mindful healing project for anyone who is grieving the death of a baby or child of any age or gestation. If you are not grieving the death of a child but a loved one and would like to raise awareness for the bereaved parents community, we welcome you to take part as well to help us spread the word about our community. For more information visit <a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">CarlyMarie Project Heal</a> at </span><a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html</a></span></span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-11739327110797901262014-10-14T21:56:00.001-07:002014-10-14T22:07:35.178-07:00Capture Your Grief: Days 12-14Day 12: Music<br />
There are several pieces of music that I listen to that remind me of Gage. "Homesick" by MercyMe was played at his funeral and the words accurately describe how I feel. I recently heard the song "Dancing In The Sky" and it has become one of my new favorites.<br />
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Day 13: Season<br />
I associate winter with Gage. All of my memories happened in February 2012. He was born and died all in the same week.<br />
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Day 14: Dark/Light<br />
Looking back I can say there have been both dark and light moments since Gage's passing. There is so much tragedy/trauma that we experienced during this time. I will never forget watching as the paramedics worked on my 3 day old son or seeing my older children hide behind the couch as Gage was rushed out of the house and to the hospital. I will never forget watching as my baby was buried into the ground. I will never forget the weeks and months that followed his death and the struggle we had as we tried to get back to our normal lives. I will never forget the hundreds of questions that I am asked by three brothers who don't understand why their baby had to die. I never experienced death or suffering as a child. One of the hardest things is knowing what my three older children have experienced at such a young age and trying to help them deal with it as best as I know how.<br />
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Our son Lane is the light that has come into our lives since we lost Gage. It was difficult not to worry throughout his entire pregnancy and especially when we first brought him home. He has brought so much joy and happiness into our family. I love to watch my boys interact and be so protective over him. I feel like he has shown us how to truly smile again. He has not and won't ever replace Gage but I also know that he wouldn't be with us if we hadn't lost Gage. I am glad that we chose not to live the rest of our lives in fear and had faith that we wouldn't experience the same tragedy all over again. There will always be some darkness but I can honestly say there is a light of hope. I now try to live my life remembering Gage and longing for the day that I will see him again. #captureyourgrief #whathealsyourheart<br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #434044; line-height: 24px;">Capture Your Grief is a mindful healing project for anyone who is grieving the death of a baby or child of any age or gestation. If you are not grieving the death of a child but a loved one and would like to raise awareness for the bereaved parents community, we welcome you to take part as well to help us spread the word about our community. For more information visit <a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">CarlyMarie Project Heal</a> at </span><a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html</a></span></span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-6297728893700789782014-10-14T08:24:00.001-07:002014-10-14T08:24:16.706-07:00Join the Wave of Light..<div style="text-align: center;">
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Andrew and Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841360938469055543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-33636779018567456972014-10-10T22:56:00.001-07:002014-10-11T09:05:23.763-07:00Capture Your Grief Day 10 - Support<br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I have always felt support during my grief journey. I immediately blamed myself after Gage's death. He was sleeping with me and I was the one who found him but was unable to save him. I hate reliving that Saturday morning. My husband was and continues to be my greatest support. Our relationship has been strained but definitely strengthened throughout this journey. I can understand how so many relationships are broken after such a loss, a loss no one should have to endure. My husband has supported my want/need to start GAGE and share our story even though it may not have been important to his grief journey. I wouldn't be where I am today without him.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We have always been lucky to have great support from family and friends. We have changed since losing our son but have always felt accepted. The comments that are sometimes hurtful are usually said from people trying to provide comfort but don't know the words to say. I have been told on multiple occasions that it is probably easier to deal with the loss of our newborn in comparison to an older child because I didn't get to see much of Gage's personality or make many memories with him. I'm to a point that I can hear comments like this and not scream at the person but in my mind I'm thinking that those moments were robbed from me. I won't get to hear his laugh, his first word, see his first steps and every other milestone/memory that we could have made if he were here longer. I often feel sorry for that person who makes those comments because I don't think many people understand what this journey is like until you are living it yourself. #captureyourgrief #whathealsyourheart</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><strong>Day 10: SUPPORT. </strong>Have you felt supported in your grief journey? If so, where did that support come from. Was it from who you expected? Were you surprised by the support or lack of support you received. How would you suggest people could support those grieving, better? If you feel disappointed that your loved ones are not supporting you in the way you need, have a think about why that is. Sometimes when we stop to think about ‘why’ instead of just focusing on the negative emotions of disappointment that we feel, we discover reasons why those people cannot or could not support us. It could be that our story brings up painful memories for them. They could actually just be really insensitive or maybe there is more to it and they just had no idea how to help you and the fear of upsetting you even more was too great. Have you communicated your needs to that person? So many people, when asked that question say, no. Sometimes it is because they didn’t know what they needed at the time or it is because we subconsciously believe that our friends and family should know exactly what to do, when really, they cannot read our minds. Share thoughts about support and maybe send out some love to the rest of your community members as well.</i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i style="background-color: white; color: #555555; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #434044; line-height: 24px;">Capture Your Grief is a mindful healing project for anyone who is grieving the death of a baby or child of any age or gestation. If you are not grieving the death of a child but a loved one and would like to raise awareness for the bereaved parents community, we welcome you to take part as well to help us spread the word about our community. For more information visit <a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">CarlyMarie Project Heal</a> at </span><a href="http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html" style="color: #f70413; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/09/capture-your-grief-2014.html</a></span></span></i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10690215209069363426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294945404869858941.post-28814195665253378992014-10-09T21:52:00.000-07:002014-10-11T09:04:56.750-07:00Capture Your Grief Day 9 - In MemoryWe created our non-profit organization God's Angels Gone Early in memory of our son Gage. I have felt great comfort in making kits and donating them to local facilities in Gage's memory. The kits we donate contain a homemade blanket, outfit, homemade hat/headband, journal, "remember" magnet and a packet of Forget-Me-Not seeds. All of these items brought me comfort shortly after we lost Gage. I am grateful to all of the people who donate items, money and their time to help make this organization a reality.<br />
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I have been given a few pieces of jewelry that help me remember Gage. I am so grateful for these gifts. I was given a matching necklace and bracelet from my aunt that was made from rose petals from Gage's funeral flowers. My husband also had a necklace made for me which helps me to remember Gage. #captureyourgrief #whathealsyourheart<br />
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