38 weeks

I'm currently 38 weeks along in my pregnancy. 6 weeks further than Ember ever lived. As birth creeps up on me I feel an unavoidable anxiety of how/what/when. I was induced with Ember and I'm not being induced this time. I feel almost like this is my first birth, though it isn't. I don't know what to expect and yet, I know all too well what to expect. I'm anxious to meet my baby and yet, afraid of what that will do to Embers memory. This whole pregnancy I have, maybe not expected, but known and planned that something bad could happen at any time... now that I'm getting closer to his birthday I don't know how to expect "normal". I know something could still happen, but normal could happen too.
We had maternity photos done this last weekend. Ember never got those.
We included her bear in the photos and I'm so glad we did. I think Ember would want me to be happy. In my mind being sad, feeling the feelings of missing her is what keeps her around. I know its possible to over come the sadness and look back with joy but I'm struggling these last few days.
Pray for me, as Emerson prepares to join us, pray that I let go of the sadness and cherish her memory in a happy way. Pray that I learn how to enjoy all my babies in their own unique way knowing that I'm not forgetting or loving the ones in heaven any less.

My birth instructor told us yesterday that we have helped her, in our openness,  know more what bereaved parents are dealing with and she is making strides to include it more in the course. <3 I love knowing that our pain might be able to help someone down the road and all along I have aimed to be open so that others might have a better understanding and grieving parents might not feel so alone.

If Ember were with us she'd be so excited to have a little brother and we join her in that excitement, we're just a little timid as we walk this path to parenthood of a living baby (God willing).
Love to you all,
Thank you for keeping us lifted in prayers throughout.

Photo Credit: Stephanie Jones Photography   

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Affirmations

We just finished child birthing classes this weekend. Every class the instructor would ask "what are your affirmations?" Or "how are you doing with affirmations?" Honestly, having a stillbirth in my past (and a miscarriage too) makes me aprehensive to put any belief into most birth affirmations out there. Today I took some time to write down a few that I do believe.

Gonna stick these babies up throughout my house and continue to think positively. ❤️

32 weeks

Today Emerson is 32 weeks old.

That means I'm a couple days he will be older than his big sister ever got the chance to be. 

That means in a few days I will be the furthest along in a pregnancy that I have ever been. 

That means soon I will be in uncharted territory with no milestones to cross (except labor and delivery). 

This is an emotional week. Pray for me, please. 

Happy birthday, baby girl

Just a note to say, happy 3rd birthday in heaven, Ember Rose. You grew us in ways we didn't know were possible and changed us into people we never thought about being. We miss you daily but know you're much happier than we can imagine. 

The rain held off just long enough for us to release balloons at your birth time.

3 years ago we held you for the first time and let you go forever. So much to experience in just a few short hours when we were hoping for a lifetime. 

Xo missing you always. 

That day

3 years, today, since "no heartbeat". Here I sit thinking back to that day, even week, while a new life jiggles and wiggles inside me. 

3 years ago... Begging for that baby to move. 

3 years ago... Hopes and dreams shattered into billions of pieces in that hospital room. 

We didn't know, at this point, that our baby was a girl. We didn't find that out until three days later at her birth. I'm so glad we named her Ember, a name that you see everywhere because it's not just a name. It's in almost every book I read. I love that she's brought to mind so often. 

Pregnancy after loss has its many highs and lows. Overcoming milestones is frightening. Even though I've been told many times that this baby is healthy I still worry. Even as I type this my baby tries to tell me, with every movement, that's he's ok. But I still worry he might have a day like "today".

I feel guilt. Guilt that I'm "moving on" (though I never will) moving on to perhaps being a mom to a living baby. Something I couldn't do for Ember. 

I read somewhere about someone's experience with loss that they thought about how they would want their mom to feel if they died. How would I want my mom to feel? I wouldn't want the rest of my siblings to be less loved or celebrated because I died... And so I try to celebrate her and him. Differently but the same.

Today I mourn that dreaded day three years ago. That day that took part of me and defined my life differently than I ever imagined. But I'll look forward to celebrating Ember on the 5th in whatever way we decide to celebrate her this year. 

29 weeks

Ember's birthday is in less than two weeks. How does this day sneak up on me so quickly? 

I've been dealing with a lot of guilt and sadness about her lately, though trying to stay mostly positive for Emerson's sake. This means in 3 (ish) weeks I will be the furthest along in a pregnancy that I've ever been. That is terrifying. 

I still haven't decided what to do to honor her this year. It's so hard balancing grief/joy/anticipation/Apprehension all at the same time. 

I know these next few weeks and months are going to be just as hard on me as the first weeks were. Wondering what each day will hold for our little family. 

Trying to look forward to holding a living baby is so hard when the last baby you held was your lifeless baby girl. Nothing is promised... 

 Corrie Ten Boom — 'Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.'

Truth. 

Trying to remember any child I may ever have is not mine... 

Trying to remember there is beauty in ashes...

Trying to remember my plans are not the best plans... 

Trying. 

Then and now

Today on time hop this picture showed up... 

Apparently there aren't any pictures of me alone lately. Haha

This picture was taken when I was about as far along with Ember as I am now with Emerson. All my babies have had due dates within weeks of each other so stages and milestones coincide. 

Looking at pictures of me before my world turned upside down makes me sad. I am so not the person I was then... And I doubt I'll ever see her again.

Life is weird.