Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Our baby girl's 1st birthday in Heaven

This past Saturday, June 25th, we celebrated Harper's 1st birthday in Heaven.  It is so hard to believe that it has been a whole year since we said goodbye to her, since we last held her and looked at her sweet face.  The reality of those simple words, "a whole year" is so hard to accept because I know that after one year comes two and so on.  All of this taking me further and further from her and that fact is a tough one to face even though I know that we will be together again one day.

Harper's day was a beautiful one and I felt her presence around me so much.  The day was bittersweet, full of so many emotions but we were so blessed to be surrounded by family and friends who showed their love and support for Harper and remembered her on her special day.  I felt/feel, and always will, so much pride for that sweet little girl who made me a mommy.  It felt so good to celebrate her life and even though we were only blessed with her for a short time, the lessons that she left with us have made their impact for a lifetime, just as she will be in our hearts for the rest of our lives.

In the last year I have learned so much from Harper, she has taught me so much about unconditional love and how to live life despite it's unpredictability. I have learned to open my eyes and really see things for what they are and people for who they are. I have learned who my real friends are and who I can really depend on when times get tough. I am so much more thankful for the gifts in my life after losing a most precious one.  We had a very short 26 weeks together, but in that time we forged a bond so strong and an unbreakable love.  She will always be my beautiful baby in the sky.


We had a balloon release with family and some close friends in Harper's honor on her birthday, as a way to celebrate her life and remember the impact that she has had on ours.  The day was perfect, complete with blue skies, big puffy clouds and a few dragonfly sightings.  The temperature was even tolerable as it most often is not at this time of year in Georgia.  Before we released her balloons I read the poem, Look For Me In Rainbows by Vicki Brown.

Time for me to go now, I won't say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.
In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

Time for me to leave you, I won't say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.
In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,
Just look for me and love me, and I'll be close to you.

It won't be forever, the day will come and then

My loving arms will hold you, when we meet again.

Time for us to part now, we won't say goodbye;

Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.
Every waking moment, and all your whole life through
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.

Just wish me to be near you,

And I'll be there with you.

Letting our balloons go, first. Happy Birthday, baby girl.

All eleven balloons soaring, so much love being sent up to the Heavens.

We were lucky to have these sweet rainbow babies in attendance...


and Finley!!

Me & Harper's little sister with Sam, Finn and their momma's.

Birthday table.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Harper's birthday

One year ago today our sweet girl was born.  I have said before that I would live all of it again if it was the only way I was meant to be her mommy.  I have been an emotional wreck the last couple of days so I will get on and write more about our plans for her birthday later. 

 I just wanted to share this song for my baby girl's first birthday in Heaven.  

The Dance by Garth Brooks

Looking back on the memory of 
The dance we shared beneath the stars above 
For a moment all the world was right 
How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye 
And now I'm glad I didn't know 
The way it all would end the way it all would go 
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain 
But I'd of had to miss the dance 
Holding you I held everything 
For a moment wasn't I the king 
But if I'd only known how the king would fall 
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all 
And now I'm glad I didn't know 
The way it all would end the way it all would go 
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain 
But I'd of had to miss the dance 
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could've missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance

Friday, June 17, 2011


Over the last six-ish months I have had the honor of meeting and becoming good friends with two BLMs in real life...Priscilla and Caroline.

Priscilla and I met through our blogs and when I found out that she and her husband were moving to the area, I knew we had to meet up.  We hit it off and have been enjoying our four hour (I guess we have lots to talk about :) lunch dates ever since.  Priscilla has been through so much and has had to say goodbye to three of her children over the last  eight years, Jacob, Jordan, and Olivia.

I met Caroline through the Faces of Loss holiday gift exchange back in December.  Her son, Cale, was born still, just days from his due date, last June only three days after Harper was born.  We were both surprised that we lived less than ten minutes from each other and that our children's birthdays were so close together.  We have become very close in the last six months, as well.

These two women have been such a lifeline to me over the last six months.  They understand my continued struggles with grief and the the roller coaster of emotions that come along with being pregnant with a rainbow.  They have made me feel normal when I felt that no one else really understood my feelings.  They have been where I am and they "get" me.  They have been an ear and a shoulder.  Both of their friendships have meant the world to me and I know that they will continue for many, many years.

All of this is why I am overjoyed to say that in the last week and a half they have both given birth to their healthy, living and absolutely beautiful rainbow baby boys.  I can't even describe in words how it makes my heart feel to see these beautiful, caring women finally holding their rainbows.  I guess I would simply say, it makes my heart swell with happiness and it gives me hope that my day will come.

Having had the honor of meeting and holding (!!!!) Samuel Ryan Moore and Finley Daren Hidalgo has truly been food for this baby loss mama's soul.

Friday, June 10, 2011

At this point...

At this point (25 weeks 4 days) in my pregnancy with Harper things were going down hill fast.  I had already gone into premature labor.  I was in the hospital on strict bed rest and had been for 5 days.  I had endured a magnesium drip (for those of you who have not had one, it is a miserable but effective drug).  I was still bleeding, still contracting and my cervix was 80% effaced and starting to dilate.  My bag of water was intact but that was just about the only good thing we had going for us.  We had already been told by the MFM with a HORRIBLE bedside manner that our daughter was not likely to make it to term due to the infection that I had that was sending my body into labor and she (Dr. Evil) told us that she would do nothing more to stop it.  She was basically going to let me go into labor and have a very premature baby who's likelihood of survival was slight and the prognosis for her quality of life was even worse.  No mother or father ever wants to hear this horrific news.

I was in purgatory, I was terrified, I can't even describe in words the worry I had for my daughter.  My spirit was broken before I even  knew what that phrase *really* meant.  I couldn't eat, I couldn't read, I barely slept.  My Mom and my husband took turns sitting at my bedside and trying to cheer me up.  Chris slept at the hospital and showered there.  My Mom stayed at our house and took care of our dogs and would spend time with me during the day while Chris worked.  It was one of the most horrible weeks of my life, second only to the weeks after Harper passed away.

I felt like a living time bomb, waiting every second of every day for my world to come crashing down, just waiting for labor to pick up again.  I had so many talks with Harper during that time, begging her to hang on and not to give up on me yet.  I would have sat (laid) in that hospital bed for 3 more months if that is what it would have taken.  We saw doctor after doctor -- perinatologists, neonatologists, pediatricians, and of course my Ob.  No one had any answers, we were told to "wait and see".  That may sound like a benign statement but when it comes to the life of your child, "waiting and seeing" doesn't cut the mustard.  You want answers and you want to know that everything is going to work out for the good...we didn't have those warm and fuzzy feelings and the anticipation of "waiting and seeing" was brutal.

Thankfully {knock on wood}, things are going well for Pooh and my pregnancy with her.  Even though we are doing well, I am so scared that my body is going to fail again but I am trying my best to enjoy every moment as we come so very close to our loss milestone.  I have this weird fear that my body is programmed to only be able to stay pregnant for 26 weeks and 1 day (we aren't there yet but getting SO close!) but I have not gone into labor and I am not in the hospital on bed rest and that is something to be celebrated!

As happy as this time is and as thankful as I am that things are going seemingly well and that I have been given another chance, it makes me so sad for Harper and the crappy fate that she (we) got dealt.  I wish she were here, too.  I could have been one of those crazy moms who gets pregnant while caring for a very young infant because I thought that breast feeding was going to provide enough birth control.  I would have gotten to hear all about how hard (but so wonderful) my life was going to be with my babies so close in age and with two in diapers at the same time.  But today I have one sweet baby in Heaven and I am pregnant with her sweet little sister who is flipping and flopping around in my tummy as I type. I am so very thankful for that and praying that things continue to go well and that we get to bring this little girl home.

Friday, June 3, 2011


Today is one of those days when the tears are just under the surface, falling so easily.  One of those days when I have to look through all of Harper's pictures and cry for her, wondering how this happened to us and where it all went wrong.  I am sad.  It is June.  How is it June already?  Has it really been almost a year?  I wish she were here.  I wonder what she would be doing had she lived.  I wonder what her giggle would sound like, what her smile would look like, and what her arms would feel like around my neck.  I wonder what we would be planning for her first birthday.  I wonder if people will remember her birthday.  I am scared that they won't.