A Break through for me

On December the 20th 2006 Ken and I buried our Angel baby Naomi. It was the second hardest day of my life, the day she died being the first hardest day. At the Funeral we had mine and Ken's family sing Away in a Manager. This is one of my most favorite Christmas songs.The reason I chose this song goes back to the day Naomi died. She died on the day of our ward Christmas party. The ward members that evening showed up at our house and sang Away in a Manager. I will never forget as long as I live seeing them sing crowded in our front yard. The part that brought me to tears is when they say the line Bless all the dear children in thy tender care. I thought of Naomi. I cried thinking of how she is now in his tender care. It touched me so much I wanted it sung at her funeral four days later.

Since Naomi died, every Christmas Away in a Manager has brought me to tears. Every Christmas until now. I heard the song play on radio this afternoon and for the first time in 5 years I didn't cry. Not that it is bad if I did. It was mostly like a after thought really. The song played and when it was over I thought,"Wait I didn't cry this time." Time really does heal all wounds. I did think of Naomi as I do every year when I hear Away in a Manager but this year, I didn't feel the sting of pain that I have in the past. She will always be a part of my thoughts and I will always think of her. It is just refreshing to learn that it doesn't hurt anymore. And I am sure she is smiling up in Heaven to know I have learned this too. Love you Naomi my little Angel Baby.

Gone Too Soon

This song describes exactly how I feel every year on Naomi's Birthday. On November 7th she would have been 5. I miss her so much. Nothing will ever change that.

Today could've been the day
That you blow out your candles
Make a wish as you close your eyes
Today could've been the day
Everybody was laughin'
Instead I just sit here and cry

Who would you be?
What would you look like
When you looked at me for the very first time
Today could've been the next day of the rest of your life

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
I'm always asking why this crazy world had to lose
Such a ray of light we never knew
Gone too soon, yeah

Would you have been president?
Or a painter, a author or sing like your mother
One thing is evident
Would've give all I had
Would've loved you like no other

Who would you be?
What would you look like
Would you have my smile and her eyes?
Today could've been the next day of the rest of your life

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
I'm always asking why this crazy world had to lose
Such a ray of light we never knew
Gone too soon, yeah

Not a day goes by, oh
I'm always asking why, oh

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
I'm always asking why this crazy world had to lose
Such a beautiful life we never knew
Gone too soon
You were gone too soon, yeah

And not a day goes by
That I don't think of you

Chris Daughtry

Welcome to Holland

After my angel baby Naomi died, I felt it necessary to go to grief counseling. My counselor Gina Hendricks read me this story that in so many ways is just like losing a baby.

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Sistine Chapel, Gondolas. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After several months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland!” “Holland?” you say. “What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy. I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It’s just a different place. So, you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around. You begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. And Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.” And the pain of that experience will never, ever, ever, go away. The loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley

The Bereaved Mother

‎"Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity"

I found this thought on the face book wall of a good friend of mine that lost her baby as a still born, Teresa Tolman.

What I Wish Everyone Knew

I wish everyone knew that this hurt never goes away. We still need support, and I still need to hear my daughters' names. Now, even more than before, I NEED to have her life validated.

I wish everyone knew ....that even though my baby's death was the most painful experience of my life, I am grateful for the pain, and I would still choose to have her even knowing that it would end the same....and I would give anything to cuddle her in my arms again, if only for a brief moment.

I wish everyone knew... that my heart leaps with joy every time someone asks me about my baby.

I wish everyone knew that a baby's age or size at birth or death does not determine how much of a person she was or how much she will be loved or missed.

I wish everyone knew that losing a tiny baby is just as difficult and painful as losing any other child.

I wish everyone knew how much I need to talk about my baby, and how happy it makes me when someone asks about her.

I wish everyone knew the struggle that I go through everyday to answer the simplest questions, like: How many children do you have?

I wish everyone knew it is ok to talk about my loss.

I wish everyone knew that I think of my baby all the time.

I wish everyone knew that I have completely changed because of my experiences.

I wish everyone knew how much I love and miss my baby.
I wish everyone knew how much I need to talk about her and remember her.

I wish everyone knew what it felt like to hold her, still, perfect, breathtaking and have to leave her.

I wish everyone knew what it felt like to long for just 1 more second with their baby. Maybe then they could truly cherish all the billions of seconds they get with theirs.

I wish everyone knew that us mommies who lose our babies carry them with us everywhere we go...for the rest of our lives...and to say we are changed...is putting it rather lightly.

I wish everyone knew and appreciated what an absolute miracle each and every child is, from conception to birth, viable and enviable.

I wish everyone knew that even though I can smile and go to work and "function" like everyone else, I'm not like everyone else.

I wish everyone knew that even if you don't know what to say to me, saying nothing at all is more painful than you can imagine. Ignoring me and never speaking to me again because it makes you uncomfortable to be around me is worse than being uncomfortable or saying the wrong thing.

I found this here:http://idahoangelbabies.blogspot.com/

The Missed Life

It's been 4 1/2 years since the time we had to bury our sweet Angel baby Naomi Ruth Tennant. It's funny how I still miss her so much. I know I will see her again and in the next life I will have the chance to raise her, but sometimes I morn for the simple fact that I will not be raising her here with her other siblings. How much I wish I could see her grow along side Kirsten, Christopher and Angela. I image how close she would have been to Kirsten. They would have been 19 month apart in age. What best friends they would have been. I know my limited understanding makes it hard for me to understand how this loss will be made up to me. For the most part I am fine without knowing. I am happy with the simple process of watching my other 3 kids grow. That doesn't take away the the longing for how much I wish I could have seen Naomi grow along side them. I'm sure God will make it right again. I will go on missing her until then.