Nancy, after being diagnosed with Stage IV Cancer, leaning up against daughter Maia in 2013, less than a year before she died.
**This blog was written within a year of Nancy’s death, but I wasn’t ready to finish it until just now. 848 more words
Our baby is a huge 9 weeks old. For 2 whole months we’ve managed to keep alive and relatively happy, I think, a human being. Nothing has been broken, he’s still in one piece and he seems to be doing all the things that a 9 week old baby should be doing according to the various apps that give me daily updates. 524 more words
I am really not sure why I can’t stop crying today. I walk. I cry. I sit. I cry. I carry a towel around to blow my nose and wipe my face and I don’t understand exactly the reason. 987 more words
Birth is always on my mind.
I saw the photos from my own birth when I was five or six. They were in this old album, stuck to the pages, that presented this story about how strong this seventeen-year-old girl was to push out this six pound and seven-ounce baby. 884 more words