I can’t let November 7th pass unacknowledged, even though our house is very busy right now packing up orders, visiting with out-of-state company, and more. On this day, six years ago, I was plunged into the depths of grief. Today, our house is full with our four energetic, demanding children, but we never forget the one who didn’t get to stay. The kids asked me this morning how old Noah would have been and what he would have looked like and how our house would feel if he was here now too. We talked about whether or not Alaina or Tanner would have been born without him and we thought how sad it would be to have them not exist, so we are grateful to Noah for making them possible for our family. I can hardly believe it has been six years. It is hard to remember sometimes how it felt and what is was like to be brought so low and to feel so sad, broken, and despairing. A lot of beautiful work came out of the death-birth of my little third son.
- As is my tradition, here is the link to his birth story: Noah’s Birth Story (Warning: Miscarriage/Baby Loss) | Talk Birth
- Post regarding miscarriage and birth: Miscarriage and Birth | Talk Birth
- My miscarriage memoir on Kindle: Footprints on My Heart: A Memoir of Miscarriage & Pregnancy After Loss eBook: Molly Remer: Kindle Store
- And, memorial gifts for mothers and fathers in our etsy shop.
We remember you, little one. Happy Birthday!