Wednesday, June 22, 2016


I took Max to music class last night in Elkhorn. Driving in Elkhorn and seeing all of the blue ribbons for Lane pulled at my heart. I love how the community came together and rallied for this family, it makes me honored to be from a state and a community that is genuine with true Midwest charm. I’m proud to be a Nebraskan. I was overcome with emotion and couldn’t help but cry for that family, for that mom. In the English language there are orphans, widows, widowers, but there is no word for a parent who loses a child because that is how horrible the loss is. When you lose a child you are haunted with a lifetime of wonder and ‘what if’s’. 

To that mom- You don’t know me, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to live through this nightmare. I’m sorry you have to discover a strength within yourself you may not have known you had. I’m sorry your life will always be defined by before and after the day your son died. I’m sorry you have to learn a “new normal”. I’m sorry you have to sit in his room knowing he will never sleep in his bed again. I’m sorry you are going to look at his toys and remember the joy they brought him and the pain it’s going to cause in your heart. I’m sorry for the physical pain you will feel in your arms because they are now empty. I’m sorry you had to live through burying your child. I’m sorry you’re never going to experience his first day of kindergarten, graduation, his wedding, his kids, and all of the other milestones… there are so many things people can say, but I’m just so sorry. I have cried for you, hurt for you, and prayed for you. 

There are going to be days when you want to punch something- do it. If you want to sit in a closet to hide and cry- do it. If you want to blare music or scream at God- do it. No one can tell you “the right way” to handle this situation because how you need to process this tragedy is the right way, remember that. It’s sad, but we live in a world where everyone thinks they are the perfect parent and it is OK to blame or shame other parents, ignore them. The most flawed individuals are the quickest to point fingers and blame others.

 As the days pass I will always pray for you and I pray God wraps you in his arms as everything is felt and just holds you close.

Take Care,

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Far too LONG!

Hey Friends,

I know there has been a lot of time that has passed, but I have thought about writing so that counts...right? Maybe? Ok, ok I know it has been FAR too long! Luckily most of you are friends with me on Facebook so you know I have been busy with Miss Max and she is getting busier each day.

So Max arrived 9/22/15 at 4:24pm weighing 8 pounds 1 ounce and 21 inches long. She came into this world showing her personality from the start. If she is upset about something she is not afraid to let you know and will continue to let you know until it is fixed. I think she is going to be a very strong willed little girl, but we shall see!

When I was pregnant with her I prayed a lot asking God to have her features resemble what I needed in my heart. I had no idea what was going to help my broken heart. Some days I wanted her to look just like Macie and other days I wanted her to look nothing like Macie, therefore I prayed.  There were so many times I remember being home alone and just getting on my knees and praying and having long conversations with God about guiding me and helping my heart and for him to give me strength and the tools I needed to be the best mom I could be for Maxene. To say I was scared might be an understatement. I don't think I have ever been so terrified of anything, in my life, as I was when I was pregnant. I mean lets face it, Max was my 3rd pregnancy and she is my only living child. I think worrying and being scared was justified.

When Max arrived I cried, a lot. It makes me teary eyed just thinking and reminiscing about the day she joined us. Yes I was in pain, but nothing I hadn't experienced before or couldn't handle. I just remember the first time I saw her I was so happy that I was bursting at the seams and my hormones were a little out of wack so instead of just smiling and being happy, I cried. I couldn't believe it, she was here. All of the tears, false pregnancy tests, miscarriage, mixed emotions... SHE WAS HERE! My rainbow baby.

Max will be 8 months on May 22nd (I feel like time is flying!), I love watching her discover and learn new things. It's so fun watching her get excited over colors or certain toys. With as much as I love it, I would by lying if I didn't say it can be hard. It's difficult experiencing first hand what I missed out on with Macie. I wish Macie was here to be my little "helper" and for Max to look up to her big sister and so they could be best friends, but do their normal sibling bickering. Yes I'm wishing I had children that were bickering. :)

I'm sure there is plenty more to say, but that I all I have for tonight and I promise to start writing again more frequently!!

Take Care,

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

July 15th

Hey Friends,
Sometimes I hate the fact that I’m really good with dates. A year ago today is when I felt every emotion one person can feel. I woke up ecstatic and by the end of the day my heart was broken because I would soon find out I was going to miscarry. I have been very open about my child loss journey from the beginning and today is just another day that will forever leave an imprint on my heart and the wonder of the unknown or what could have been on my mind. I should have a 4 year old and 4 month old in the back of my vehicle when I’m driving down the road, but I don’t. I should have a house full of a little girls laughter and hearing baby giggles, but I don’t. And even though I don’t have those things I try my best daily to never throw a pity party either. I never want anyone to feel sorry for me, I was chose to live this life and I do it to the best of my ability.

Until you have been through something like this it is impossible to explain and there’s no way to know how strong of a person you are until you are smacked in the face with tragedy. While I can’t explain why I can tell you that I definitely have a desire to be strong all the time and never show weakness. I never want to have the reputation of being “the mom that lost it”. I have and will always be the one to put on a strong front even if I’m dying on the inside and try to show grace, but sometimes I don’t understand why I’m so concerned about how I’m perceived because it isn’t like any of us are going to make it out alive.

But even through everything for the first time I’m excited for the future and 76 days from now when Maxene is due. To say I’m scared could be the understatement of the century, but I’m ready. I’m so ready for this journey even with all of the emotions and fears that are surfacing. I can’t wait for the day when I can hold her in my arms and stare at her perfect little face.

Take Care,

Thursday, July 31, 2014

More Heartache...The Miscarriage

Hey Friends,

The past 2 weeks have been awful to sum it up in the least. As many of you saw on Facebook a few weeks ago Chris and I were so ecstatic to announce that Macie was going to be a big sister.  I can't even begin to explain the happiness, hope, love and excitement that came with that positive pregnancy test. I was so happy I bursted into tears. I couldn't believe my eyes. Finally after a lot of negative pregnancy tests and thinking it was never going to happen it was finally positive. I was finally pregnant.

Our first doctor's appointment was on July 15th. We were so excited that morning to go to the doctor and see our little rainbow baby that we were basically skipping and whistling the whole way in. They ran through the normal intake paperwork and then they go to the part that I was dreading. How many living's like being punched in the stomach when I get asked that question and I know I'm going to have to explain Macie's life from the pregnancy, labor, and everything up until she passed. Chris did a great job of answering most of those questions because he knows how much I hate them.

When they did the ultra sound the PA couldn't find the heart beat and thought maybe it was her machine or I wasn't as far along as I had thought so they sent me up to radiology to get a more detailed ultra sound. It only took the chance that something may be wrong for me to turn into water works. The tears came and I couldn't hold back. I cried up to radiology, cried in the room, cried during the ultra sound, cried after, you get the idea. I was scared something was wrong. When they measured the babies heart beat and it was 55 my heart sank because I knew something was wrong. I remember Macie's being 160. I knew 55 wasn't good.

After we were done in radiology we went back downstairs and waited on the doctor. We waiting 20 minutes, but it seriously felt like hours and I couldn't stop pacing. The doctor walked in and said, "I don't have good news" and the grief hit like a ton of bricks. That feeling I recognized. I started bawling uncontrollably.

The babies heartbeat was weak and it was only a matter of time before the baby passed and I may miscarry on my own. We were sent on our way and scheduled to return the following Monday, July 21. I sat in the parking lot and cried for awhile. I was so sad, mad, disappointed, angry and the grief just wouldn't stop.

Tuesday to the following Monday could have been the longest 6 days of my life. When we went in Monday and got the ultra sound it was confirmed that there was no longer a heart beat. The baby had passed and I hadn't miscarried on my own so I would need surgery the next day to remove the baby. That conversation was a blur, but luckily Chris was listening. Next thing I knew I was back at the hospital Tuesday morning bright and early and ready for the surgery. It was outpatient so I was home that afternoon and stayed home Wednesday too so I could recover. I was fully recovered from the surgery within a few days.

Tuesday is the day of the week Macie passed, the day we found out about this baby and the day of my surgery. It's probably going to take me awhile to warm up to Tuesdays. As for now I hate Tuesdays because in my world bad things happen on Tuesdays.

I've proven how strong of a person I am and I know I will survive this with the same dignity and grace that I have always had. I know some are worried I will become wreck less, but it isn't who I am. I haven't lost all hope in the world and I'm not going to crumble or break. Yes I'm sad, but I'm ok too. I'm going to continue to put one foot in front of the other just as I always have.

I don't have much more to say at this time other than I am no longer pregnant and that is what happened with our rainbow baby.

Take Care,

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Memorial Day and THAT movie

Hey Friends,

I went to the cemetery today. I looked at the date and the first thing that popped into my head is that her headstone was put in 3 years ago today. The Tuesday before Memorial Day. Seems fitting since she died on a Tuesday that her headstone was put in on a Tuesday, but I guess those are things only a mother remembers. When I was at the cemetery I took everything down and scrubbed every centimeter of her headstone, the cement, the vase, the letters, everything. I needed it to look perfect and polished. I needed it to be different. It has looked the same for the past few years and I was ready for it to change. I got new flowers and a type I had never put there before, I removed the clutter, and got 2 new statues to place there. Once I was done cleaning and visiting Macie's spot I went to Jenny's and visited her and made sure it looked perfect, which is did as always. I do this weekly, but I'm glad I went today and didn't wait until Monday to visit Macie's spot. I know I'll go Monday again and I may even go tomorrow. Sometimes going and visiting and talking brings me peace.

I just finished watching the movie Return to Zero. I knew it was about a couple losing their first child and the stages of grief. It is a movie that I wanted to see, but hurt so deeply. I don't think watching it alone was my greatest idea, yet I think it is exactly what I needed. Some of the movie struck nerves with how real it was yet it was comforting to know my journey is normal. It showed them trying to cope with alcohol and separately and smoking cigarettes and the isolation you feel when you lose a child and are trying to figure out how to cope. Trying to find that new normal. It illustrated them grieving separately and them asking the other one how they are and the response was always, I'm fine or I'm great. It's true and is a normal reaction. You are already so vulnerable after the loss of a child and are in survival mode so rather than opening yourself up anymore you shut down and make everyone believe you are fine, even the person you are married to and supposed to be the most honest with. I loved that it showed the anger, rudeness and hatefulness you go through. I often wondered if it was normal to be so angry that I could break something and then burst into tears because the same thing that was causing me anger was also causing me to hurt. It is nice to know I'm not the only one.

It showed the repetition without resolution. How you get stuck in a rut and that you have gone into a cave that you can find the exit of. It's hard to change your mind set when you read the autopsy and you just feel like there are no true answers. There's no true definite reason on why your baby died. The only thing you do know is that you were chosen to live this path, chosen to feel the greatest pain in the world, chosen to have something so horrific happen that you lost part of yourself. A part that can never be restored.

It showed how a marriage struggles. But it also showed the husband cheating and that bothered me. I don't want to live in a world where it is considered acceptable for either partner to cheat because of grief. Maybe it should be deemed acceptable, but sign me out. I hated that part of the movie. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I thought it was extremely inappropriate how they tried to portray it as normal. It isn't normal to go outside your marriage just like it isn't normal for a parent to bury their child. Agree with me or not, but that is my feelings on the topic.

The rest of it was very spot on and reassuring with it's accuracy.  How you love that your friends are having babies, but it hurts. How you appreciate everything about a little kid 10 times more than you probably would have if your child was still here. How at the end of the day I will always be Macie's mom and no one can ever take that away from me. How people will tell you it happens for a reason or that it is God's plan and you have to have faith and you want to scream at them to explain it to you because you don't understand, but you bite your tongue. How you feel like if you let go of the pain you lose her. How your afraid of everything.

At the end of the movie it showed that they had another child and the hope, love and joy was restored. This is the way I want my story to go as well. I cannot wait for the day that I am holding a baby in my arms again. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but even if it isn't for 2 years from now I still long for that day. I'm ready. I'm terrified, but ready. I can't wait to hold that baby and tell them all about their big sister Macie that will forever be watching over them and protecting them.

That's all for now.

Take Care,

Friday, May 2, 2014

Turning 30

Hey Friends,

Well I made it. I am now 30! I don’t get all the hype, I feel the exact same I did a year ago. :) I had a lot of fun hanging out with my friends and spending close to a week celebrating. The people that I work with made it extra special with all of there "dooms day" things in my office and this past Saturday I went to Bushwhackers and most of my friends came, even some from KC that I don’t get to see that often so it was a great surprise! And I am now one more birthday closer to seeing Macie again.
The only one missing was Jenny. She was heavy on my mind all day and night. I never thought 26 would be the last year we would spend together celebrating each other’s birthdays and I never thought I would be hitting a century mark without her.  Her 30th is fast approaching, May 28th, and I know she’ll be celebrating and I’ll do my best to be happy that day and try to celebrate her and not be sad that she isn’t here for me to celebrate with her.

Every time I see this on Facebook it reminds me of Jenny. If you know me then you know I am obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy. I have never missed an episode and Jenny was “my person”.
As I reflect on turning 30 the next thing I think about is having another child. I have been saying "someday" for years now. The truth is I don't know when "someday" will happen. I don't know what is in the cards for me. I would love more than anything to have another child, I just don't know when that will happen at this point in my life. So for now I will continue to say, "someday".
Monday is Cinco de Mayo which was one of Jenny's favorite days. So in honor of all the years we celebrated it together I will be drinking a margarita, eating chips and salsa and saying "Happy Cinco de Mayo" (pronounced like the sandwich spread) and laugh thinking of her saying it and laughing until she was in tears. Sometimes the good memories ease my heartache a little.
Some days I just miss her and would do anything to be able to pick up the phone and hear her voice. The grief roller coaster usually hits at the most inappropriate times. I can be in the middle of my day and think of her and my eyes will fill with tears. No matter how much time has passed Toby Keith's Cryin' for Me will always be my "Jenny" song and it's below.

I hope everyone has a great weekend and I'll be back soon.
Take Care,



Thursday, April 17, 2014


Hey Friends,
Alesha (Lane's Mom) came into my life after her son Lane passed away from SIDS. While we hate that our babies passing away from SIDS brought us together we are beyond grateful that we have found each other and the friendship that has formed over the past few years.

In memory of Lane and Macie we are supporting SIDS Awareness May 9th.

Below are the amazing shirts we had created!

So here are the details on the shirts:
***All orders have to be in by APRIL 23RD!***
Shirts are $14 (Sizes Youth Small-XL) and $16 (Sizes 2XL-5XL).

If you want to order please contact us with your NAME, COLOR & SIZES!!

All proceeds will be donated to Boston Children's Hospital SIDS research in their names! And make sure to share this post!!