<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:19:11.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie Rose Foundation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-5492378628390295024</id><published>2009-06-24T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:52:19.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Plea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I found the following poems at www.balloonrelease.com. I know we have talked about this in our support group and I thought these mothers said it perfectly!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Please Say His Name&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Do you really think that I'm okay?&lt;br /&gt;       Though my son has gone away?&lt;br /&gt;       Do you think because I smile&lt;br /&gt;       I have forgotten for a while?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       I have to tell you that you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;       He's on my mind all day long.&lt;br /&gt;       Though I may not let it show&lt;br /&gt;       He's always on my mind you know.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Why do you turn when I speak his name?&lt;br /&gt;       Do you not know it causes more pain?&lt;br /&gt;       Can you comprehend how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;       My son was here...he was real.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       I miss my child, but I must hide&lt;br /&gt;       The terrible pain I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;       The lump in my throat it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;       because I can't cry although I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       I can barely speak his name&lt;br /&gt;       For fear that it might cause you pain.&lt;br /&gt;       I miss my Josh...I miss him so.&lt;br /&gt;       I just thought that you should know.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Even though I laugh and play...&lt;br /&gt;       I didn't forget my son today.&lt;br /&gt;       Please say his name now and then.&lt;br /&gt;       Please...say "Josh" again.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Copyright June 2000, Debbie Derosier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Hide My Daughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Don't hide my daughter&lt;br /&gt;        Behind that wall of silence&lt;br /&gt;        The comfortable one that&lt;br /&gt;        Makes your forget she ever was&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        For I will always hold her memory&lt;br /&gt;        In the sun and the stars, and my very breath&lt;br /&gt;        Just because she was only here a moment&lt;br /&gt;        Don't try to pretend that she never was&lt;br /&gt;        I don't...and I never will&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        A Mother's love resounds beyond the Earth&lt;br /&gt;        To the Heaven above as she pictures her tender child&lt;br /&gt;        In the arms of those who have gone before her&lt;br /&gt;        and will cradle my child in a loving embrace&lt;br /&gt;        and tell her all about a loving family on Earth&lt;br /&gt;        Who wishes she could be with them so much&lt;br /&gt;        and tries desperately to understand why she isn't&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Don't hide my daughter's name behind your silence&lt;br /&gt;        Though you may never speak her name&lt;br /&gt;        It resonates through my very soul&lt;br /&gt;        Lighting the candle in my heart&lt;br /&gt;        That will forever burn in honor of my littlest Angel.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright 2003, Sara Morgan ~ Angel's         Mommy&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-5492378628390295024?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/5492378628390295024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=5492378628390295024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/5492378628390295024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/5492378628390295024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers-plea.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Plea'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-469473231186466202</id><published>2009-05-09T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:58:17.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Here is an article from storknet.com that you may like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a Mother? Am I a Father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Mother's and Father's Day After the Death of a Babyby Sherokee IlseA miscarriage. A full term stillbirth. Marama and Brennan William. My only two children, yet one look at me and it appeared there were 'no'children. Mother's Day 1982 was a confusing and lonely time. No acknowledgment came, but the pain and love was there.The next year after Brennan's death, Kellan David was born - alive! Mother's Day 1983 was extra special. I had a son to mother, to hug andto show off. Out of kindness and thankfulness, my mother sent me a card on that special day. Its bittersweet words still stand out in my mind, "Congratulations on your FIRST Mother's Day." I know she cared and was doing what seemed right to her, but it hurt to think that she didn't admit or acknowledge that I already was a mother. That was what I was expecting or what I needed. I tried to be understanding of my mom. She was so happy for us, and she was trying, yet this wasn't my first Mother's Day or David's soon-to-be first Father's Day. We'd experienced the worst initiation a mother or father can bear, the death of our children, and never could we go back and NOT be their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of a baby puts a strain on a family, especially during family times like Mother's and Father's Day. Whether you now have no living children or you still have some living children, you may be hurting as you approach this special day. You may also be confused about how you will (and should) be treated and about whether or not to focus on your parenthood of this beloved baby. Usually the weeks leading up to the day are worse than the day itself. The mounting fears of what people will say, or not say, of what will happen on the day, can lead to out of control feelings and anxiety.Where possible, take control, be clear and be direct. What do you hope will happen? What do you need and want to happen? You have every right to celebrate your parenthood and to remember your child, even if you still have other living children. Below are some brief suggestions toc onsider as you plan for this holiday and others that will follow:         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examine your attitudes and expand your thoughts and options. What are you worried about, what do you hope will happen? Speak up. Acknowledge your feelings. Don't wait for people to "guess"what you need.Take care of your physical health. Seek support from people within and outside your family, as you also take care of your emotional and spiritual health. Be realistic and plan ahead. Don't overdo, do take some control. Be open to change, yet maintain some meaningful traditions. Be patient with yourself and keep the memory and spirit of your child alive in your heart. Think of ways to reach out to others in memory of your baby. Look for moments of love and joy. Spend time remembering, especially the good. Most of all, do what is meaningful for you and your family. Don't let the pressure from others keep you from doing what you need and want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your family specific suggestions of things you might like to happen. If telling them directly is too hard for you at this time, you can either write them a note or tell one family member (whom you trust will be open and direct with others) and ask them to pass on your wishes. You could even make a copy of this article and pass it on to them. Circle or highlight the ideas that are most appealing to you. Below are but a few specific ideas for you to explore as you attempt to determine your own needs to share with others: Carnations, roses or a special flower that has meaning for you Mother's or Father's Day Cards - they could use a blank card and write a nice message. Seeds and bulbs - give them to people to plant in memory of your child (one mother did this and asked people to take pictures when the flowers came up, which she then put in her baby's memory book.) Tell your clergyperson by phone, in person or through a note what you hope for. You could write up a few sentences for the church bulletin. A number of times I sent a note to the pastor asking for it to be in the bulletin on Mother's Day. It often was, "Please say a special prayer today for all Mothers who have had a child die and all who have had a mother die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brunch or lunch - go out or invite relatives and special friends to your house. Light a candle honoring your child. If it is too hard to participate in the family events this year, leave town and do something special - ignore the day if you want. If that will help you feel better, do it. Maybe next year, you will be better prepared to face the day.Remember, people are waiting for your cues; they don't quite know how to act. Find ways to communicate with them and your partner. How will you experience Mother and Father's Day? Will you share your hopes and expectations with others so you might get the support you need? Or will you quietly keep them to yourself hoping others will read your mind or just know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can decide this. You can have a great influence on how the day goes if only you will make some plans and tell others what you want and need. Just remember, you are the parent of this baby who has died. No one can take that away from you. You deserve to celebrate their life, remember them and treat yourself special for the loving parent you are. Many of the above ideas are discussed further in the short booklet, Coping With Holidays and Celebrations by Sherokee Ilse. It is published and distributed by A Place To Remember, deruyter-NelsonPublications, 1885 University Ave, Suite I 10, St. Paul, MN 55104,612-645-7045.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherokee Ilse has suffered the loss of three babies and is an internationally known consultant, author and trainer on the subject ofinfant loss and bereavement. She has authored many books and booklets including her ever-popular Empty Arms: Coping With Miscarriage, Stillbirth and Infant Death. Sherokee is also the coordinator for theNational Coalition for Positive Outcomes in Pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-469473231186466202?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/469473231186466202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=469473231186466202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/469473231186466202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/469473231186466202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-5431190649818427703</id><published>2009-03-27T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:10:22.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>healing from www.centerforloss.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Helping Yourself Heal When Your Child Dies&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="byline"&gt;by Alan D. Wolfelt, Ph.D.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Allow Yourself to Mourn&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Your child has died. You are now faced with the difficult, but important,  need to mourn. Mourning is the open expression of your thoughts and   feelings regarding the death of your child. It is an essential part of healing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  With the death of your child, your hopes, dreams and plans for the future  are turned upside down. You are beginning a journey that is often  frightening, painful, and overwhelming. The death of a child results  in the most profound bereavement. In fact, sometimes your feelings of  grief may be so intense that you do not understand what is happening. This  article provides practical suggestions to help you move toward healing in  your personal grief experience. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Realize Your Grief is Unique&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Your grief is unique. No one will grieve in exactly the same way.  Your experience will be influenced by a variety of factors: the  relationship you had with the person who died; the circumstances  surrounding the death; your emotional support system; and your cultural  and religious background. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  As a result of these factors, you will grieve in your own special way.  Don't try to compare your experience with that of other people or to  adopt assumptions about just how long your grief should last. Consider  taking a "one-day-at-a-time" approach that allows you to grieve at your own pace. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Allow Yourself to Feel Numb&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Feeling dazed or numb when your child dies may well be a part of your early  grief experience. You may feel as if the world has suddenly come to a halt.  This numbness serves a valuable purpose: it gives your emotions time to catch  up with what your mind has told you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  You may feel you are in a dream-like state and that you will wake up and none  of this will be true. These feelings of numbness and disbelief help insulate  you from the reality of the death until you are more able to tolerate what   you don't want to believe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;This Death is "Out of Order"&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Because the more natural order is for parents to precede their children in  death, you must readapt to a new and seemingly illogical reality. This  shocking reality says that even though you are older and have been the  protector and provider, you have survived while your child has not. This  can be so difficult to comprehend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Not only has the death of your child violated nature's way, where the young  grow up and replace the old, but your personal identity was tied to your child.  You may feel impotent and wonder why you couldn't have protected your child from death. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Expect to Feel a Multitude of Emotions&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The death of your child can result in a variety of emotions. Confusion,  disorganization, fear, guilt, anger and relief are just a few of the emotions  you may feel. Sometimes these emotions will follow each other within a short  period of time. Or they may occur simultaneously. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  As strange as some of these emotions may seem, they are normal and healthy.  Allow yourself to learn from these feelings. And don't be surprised if out  of nowhere you suddenly experience surges of grief, even at the most unexpected  times. These grief attacks can be frightening and leave you feeling overwhelmed.  They are, however, a natural response to the death of your child. Find someone  who understands your feelings and will allow you to talk about them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Be Tolerant of Your Physical and Emotional Limits&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Your feelings of loss and sadness will probably leave you fatigued. Your  ability to think clearly and make decisions may be impaired. And your  low-energy level may naturally slow you down.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Respect what your body and mind are telling you.   Nurture yourself. Get daily rest. Eat balanced meals. Lighten your schedule  as much as possible. Caring for yourself doesn't mean feeling sorry  for yourself it means you are using survival skills. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Talk About Your Grief&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Express your grief openly. When you share your grief outside yourself, healing  occurs. Ignoring your grief won't make it go away; talking about it often  makes you feel better. Allow yourself to speak from your heart, not just  your head. Doing so doesn't mean you are losing control or going "crazy."  It is a normal part of your grief journey. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Watch Out for Cliches&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Cliches--trite comments some people make in attempts to diminish your loss--can  be extremely painful for you to hear. Comments like, "You are holding up so well,"  "Time heals all wounds," "Think of what you have to be thankful for" or "You have  to be strong for others" are not constructive. While these comments may be  well-intended, you do not have to accept them. You have every right to express  your grief. No one has the right to take it away. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Develop a Support System&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Reaching out to others and accepting support is often difficult, particularly when  you hurt so much. But the most compassionate self-action you can do at this  difficult time is to find a support system of caring friends and relatives who  will provide the understanding you need. Seek out those people who encourage you  to be yourself and acknowledge your feelings -- both happy and sad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  A support group may be one of the best ways to help yourself. In a group, you  can connect with other parents who have experienced the death of a child. You  will be allowed and gently encouraged to talk about your child as much, and as  often, as you like. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Sharing the pain won't make it disappear, but it can ease any thoughts that what  you are experiencing is crazy, or somehow bad. Support comes in different forms   for different people -- support groups, counseling, friends, faith -- find out  what combination works best for you and try to make use of them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Embrace Your Treasure of Memories&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Memories are one of the best legacies that exist after the death of a child.  You will always remember. Instead of ignoring these memories, share them with  your family and friends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Keep in mind that memories can be tinged with both happiness and sadness. If  your memories bring laughter, smile. If your memories bring sadness, then it's  all right to cry. Memories that were made in love -- no one can take them away from you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Gather Important Keepsakes&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  You may want to collect some important keepsakes that help you treasure  your memories. You may want to create a memory book, which is a collection  of photos that represent your child's life. Some people create memory boxes  to keep special keepsakes in. Then, whenever you want, you can open your  memory box and embrace those special memories. The reality that your child  has died does not diminish your need to have these objects. They are a   tangible, lasting part of the special relationship you had with your child. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Embrace Your Spirituality&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  If faith is part of your life, express it in ways that seem appropriate to you.  Allow yourself to be around people who understand and support your religious  beliefs. If you are angry at God because of the death of your child, realize  this feeling as a normal part of your grief work. Find someone to talk with  who won't be critical of whatever thoughts and feelings you need to explore. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  You may hear someone say, "With faith, you don't need to grieve." Don't believe  it. Having your personal faith does not insulate you from needing to talk out  and explore your thoughts and feelings. To deny your grief is to invite problems  to build up inside you. Express your faith, but express your grief as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Move toward Your Grief and Heal&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  To restore your capacity to love you must grieve when your child dies. You  can't heal unless you openly express your grief. Denying your grief will only  make it become more confusing and overwhelming. Embrace your grief and heal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Reconciling your grief will not happen quickly. Remember, grief is a process,  not an event. Be patient and tolerant with yourself. Never forget that the  death of your child changes your life forever. It's not that you won't be  happy again, it's simply that you will never be exactly the same as you were  before the child died. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  The experience of grief is powerful. So, too, is your ability to help yourself  heal. In doing the work of grieving, you are moving toward a renewed sense of  meaning and purpose in your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-5431190649818427703?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/5431190649818427703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=5431190649818427703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/5431190649818427703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/5431190649818427703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2009/03/healing-from-wwwcenterforlosscom.html' title='healing from www.centerforloss.com'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-7276699714397825869</id><published>2009-03-27T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:09:20.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From www.centerforloss.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Helping Yourself Heal When a Baby Dies&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="byline"&gt;by Alan D. Wolfelt, Ph.D.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Your baby has died. You are now faced with the difficult, but important,  need to mourn. Mourning is the open expression of your thoughts and feelings  regarding the death. It is an essential part of healing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  You are beginning a journey that is often frightening, painful, overwhelming  and sometimes lonely. This article provides practical suggestions to help you  move toward healing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Allow Yourself to Mourn&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Whatever the circumstances of your baby's death, you will need to share your  grief outside of yourself. Whether you were pregnant for a brief time or many  months, delivered a stillborn baby or your baby lived for a longer time, you  have every right to grieve. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  The death of your baby may have come suddenly, without any warning. You have  been given little, if any, preparation for this experience. You will grieve  in your own special way. Try not to adopt assumptions about how long yor grief  should last. Consider taking a "moment-to-moment" or "one-day-at-a-time"  approach that allows you to grieve at your own pace. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Expect to Feel a Multitude of Emotions&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The death of your baby affects your head, heart and spirit. So you may experience  a variety of emotions as part of your grief work. Confusion, disorganization,  fear, guilt, relief or anger are just a few of the emotions you may feel. Sometimes  these emotions will follow each other within a short period of time. Or they may occur  simultaneously. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  As strange as some of these feelings may seem, they are normal and healthy. Allow yourself  to learn from them. And don't be surprised if out of nowhere you suddenly experience  surges of grief, even at the most unexpected times. These "griefbursts" can be frightening  and leave you feeling overwhelmed. They are, however, a natural response to the death  of your baby. Find someone who understands your feelings and will allow you to talk  about them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Allow for Numbness&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Feeling dazed or numb when your baby dies is often part of your early grief experience.  This numbness serves a valuable purpose; it gives your emotions time to catch up with  what your mind has been told. You may feel as if the world has suddenly come to a halt.  Your plans and dreams for the future have been assaulted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  You may feel you are in a dream-like state. As one mother said, "It's like running  headfirst into a solid wall. I was stunned and didn't want to believe the words I was  hearing. I wanted someone to wake me up and tell me this wasn't happening." Feelings   of numbness and disbelief help create insulation from the reality of the death until  you are more able to tolerate what you don't want to believe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Slow Down Important Decisions&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Some people may try to hurry you into decisions to protect you from beginning to feel  sadness and loss. They often mean well, but they are also potentially complicating  your healing. You should not make any major decisions until the initial pangs of shock  and numbness begin to lessen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  If possible, attempt to make decisions with your spouse or a compassionate friend.   Realize that you will probably have differences of opinion. That's all right; your   grief is unique. If you do disagree, respect each other's right to do what feels   right individually. For example, one of you may want to see and hold the baby,   while the other does not feel the need to. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  If you need time alone to begin to make some decisions, let people around you know  this. While some people may be offended at your need for privacy, this is your baby  and you should do what is best for you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Seeing and Holding Your Baby&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Only you can decide what your needs are related to seeing and holding your baby after  the death. But, one thing is certain-you should be given the option. Many parents  value this opportunity to say goodbye (and sometimes hello if the death was a stillbirth  or premature delivery.) There is nothing wrong with wanting to see, hold and touch  your baby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Don't make quick decisions about this. Take your time and think it over. If you have  fears about what your baby might look like, ask the doctor or nurse to describe your  baby's appearance. Should you decide to see and hold your baby, spend as much time as  you need with him or her. Even a short time will go a long way toward helping you heal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Give Your Baby a Name&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Even if your baby never lived outside the womb, he or she deserves a name. If you had  already decided on a name, keep it. This name truly belongs to this unique child.  Having a name for your baby allows you to talk about your loss in a personal way.  You are openly acknowledging that you have loved a child and will always remember  him or her. Later on, you will find it easier to embrace your memories if you can  refer to your baby by name. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Gather Important Keepsakes&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Memories are one of the best legacies that exist after a baby dies. You may want  to collect some important keepsakes that help you treasure your memories. While  some hospitals automatically offer to provide you with ways of remembering your  baby, not all do. So, be certain to request any items that you want to be able to keep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Examples of keepsakes you might want include the following: a picture of your  baby (even if you don't want it now, you might later), a birth certificate, a  set of footprints, the plastic arm bracelet from the hospital, the blanket your  baby was first swaddled in, or a lock of hair.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  You may want to create a memory box to store these special keepsakes in. Then,  when you are missing your baby, you can open up the memory box and embrace these  special memories. The reality that your baby has died does not diminish your need  to have these objects. They are a tangible, lasting part of the special relationship  you had with your child. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Make Use of Ritual&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  The funeral ritual does more than acknowledge the death of your baby. It helps  provide you with the support of caring people. The funeral is a way of giving  testimony to the life and death of your child. Most importantly, the funeral is  a way for you to express your grief outside yourself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  You might have some people tell you, "It will be easier (or better) not to have a  funeral." Actually, choosing not to have a funeral is a decision many parents later  regret. You and your baby have a right to have a funeral. The funeral is one thing  you can do for your child at a time when you feel so helpless. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Funerals do not have to take place right away. Take your time and decide what will  best meet your needs. Whatever you do, don't have a funeral that excludes the  mother. Wait until she is out of the hospital and can be included in the service  that remembers your baby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Be Tolerant of Your Physical and Emotional Limits&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Your feelings of loss and sadness will probably leave you fatigued. And your low   energy level may naturally slow you down. Respect what your body and mind are  telling you. Nurture yourself. Get daily rest. Eat balanced meals. Lighten your  schedule as much as possible. Caring for yourself doesn't mean feeling sorry for  yourself, it means you are using survival skills. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Talk About Your Grief&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Express your grief openly. Sharing your grief outside yourself allows for healing.  Ignoring your grief won't make it go away; talking about it often makes you feel  better. Allow yourself to speak from your heart, not just your head. Doing so doesn't  mean you are losing control or going "crazy." It is a normal part of your grief journey. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Find caring friends and relatives who will listen without judging. Seek out those  people who will "walk with", not "in front of" or "behind" you in your journey   through grief. Avoid people who are critical or who try to steal your grief from you.  They may tell you, "You can have another baby" or "You never even got to know this  baby!" While these comments may be well-intentioned, you do not have to accept them.  You have every right to express your grief. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Develop a Support System&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Reaching out to others and accepting support is difficult, particularly when you  hurt so much. But the most compassionate thing you can do at this difficult  time is to find a support system of caring friends and relatives who will provide  the understanding you need. Find those people who encourage you to be yourself  and acknowledge your feelings--whatever they may be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Embrace Your Spirituality&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  If faith is part of your life, express it in ways that seem appropriate to you.  Allow yourself to be around people who understand and support your religious  beliefs. If you are angry at God because of the death of your baby, embrace this   feeling as a normal part of your grief work. Find someone to talk with who won't be  critical of whatever thoughts and feelings you need to explore. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  You may hear someone say, "With faith, you don't need to grieve." Don't believe it.  Having faith does not insulate you from needing to talk out and explore your thoughts  and feelings. To deny your grief is to invite problems to build up inside you. Express  your faith, but express your grief as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Allow a Search for Meaning&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  You may find yourself asking, "Why did this baby have to die?", "Why this way?"   "Why me?" This search for meaning is another normal part of the healing process.  Some questions have answers. Some do not. Actually, healing takes place in the  opportunity to pose the questions, not necessarily in answering them. Find a  supportive friend who will listen responsive as you search for meaning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;Move Toward Your Grief and Heal&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  To love is to one day mourn. You can't heal unless you openly express your grief.  Denying your grief will only make it more confusing and overwhelming. Embrace your  grief and heal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Reconciling your grief will not happen quickly. Remember, grief is a process, not  an event. Be patient and tolerant with yourself. Never forget that the death of  your baby changes your life forever. It's not that you won't be happy again, it's  simply that you will never be exactly the same as you were before the baby died. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  The experience of grief is powerful. So, too, is your ability to help yourself heal.  In doing the work of grieving, you are moving toward a renewed sense of meaning and  purpose in your life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;About the Author&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Dr. Alan D. Wolfelt is a noted author, educator and practicing grief counselor. He  serves as Director of the Center for Loss and Life Transition in Fort Collins,  Colorado and presents dozens of grief-related workshops each year across North America.  Among his books are &lt;i&gt;Healing Your Grieving Heart: 100 Practical Ideas&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Healing  Your Grieving Heart Journal for Teens&lt;/i&gt;. For more information, write or call The Center  for Loss and Life Transition, 3735 Broken Bow Road, Fort Collins, Colorado 80526,   (970) 226-6050 or visit their website, &lt;a href="http://www.centerforloss.com/"&gt;www.centerforloss.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-7276699714397825869?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/7276699714397825869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=7276699714397825869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/7276699714397825869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/7276699714397825869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-wwwcenterforlosscom.html' title='From www.centerforloss.com'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-4234999937199288146</id><published>2009-03-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:43:53.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;This is a poem that I had recited by memory in front of my class as a middle-schooler. I had forgotten about it until we lost Sadie. When I went back and read over it I was deeply moved. We had a copy of this available at Sadie's funeral. It is long, but worth reading. I also found out it was Abraham Lincoln's favorite poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;OH! WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;by: William Knox (1789-1825)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.poetry-archive.com/o_pic.gif" naturalsizeflag="3" width="25" align="bottom" border="0" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;H! why should                       the spirit of mortal be proud?                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Man passeth from life to his rest in the grave.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Be scattered around, and together be laid;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And the young and the old, and the low and the high                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Shall molder to dust and together shall lie.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The infant a mother attended and loved;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The mother that infant's affection who proved;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The husband that mother and infant who blessed,--                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Shone beauty and pleasure,--her triumphs are by;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And the memory of those who loved her and praised                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Are alike from the minds of the living erased.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Are hidden and lost in the depth of the grave.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The herdsman who climbed with his goats up the steep;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The beggar who wandered in search of his bread,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Have faded away like the grass that we tread.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The saint who enjoyed the communion of heaven;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The sinner who dared to remain unforgiven;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;So the multitude goes, like the flowers or the weed                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;That withers away to let others succeed;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;So the multitude comes, even those we behold,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;To repeat every tale that has often been told.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;For we are the same our fathers have been;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;We see the same sights our fathers have seen;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;We drink the same stream, and view the same sun,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And run the same course our fathers have run.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;To the life we are clinging they also would cling;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;They loved, but the story we cannot unfold;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;The scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;They died, aye! they died; and we things that are now,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Who make in their dwelling a transient abode,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Yea! hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;We mingle together in sunshine and rain;                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And the smiles and the tears, the song and the dirge,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;                        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud,--                       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?                     &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-4234999937199288146?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/4234999937199288146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=4234999937199288146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/4234999937199288146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/4234999937199288146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-713025787638383461</id><published>2009-03-09T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:57:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone from the Waynesboro "Broken Hearts" support group sent this my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Makes A Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you and closed my eyes and prayed to God  today&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "What makes a Mother?" and I know I heard him say&lt;br /&gt;A Mother  has a baby this we know is true&lt;br /&gt;But, God, can you be a mother when your  baby's not with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can he replied with confidence in his  voice&lt;br /&gt;I give many women babies when they leave it is not their choice&lt;br /&gt;Some  I send for a lifetime and others for the day&lt;br /&gt;And some I send to feel your  womb but there's no need to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand this God I want  my baby here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a breath and cleared his throat&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw a  tear I wish I could show you&lt;br /&gt;What your child is doing Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you  could see your child smile With other children and say&lt;br /&gt;"We go to earth to  learn our lessons of love and life and fear,&lt;br /&gt;but My mommy loved me so much I  got to come straight here!"&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to have a Mom who had so much  love for me&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lessons very quickly My Mommy set me free.&lt;br /&gt;I miss  my Mommy oh so much But I visit her each day&lt;br /&gt;When she goes to sleep On her  pillow is where I lay&lt;br /&gt;I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek And whisper in her  ear&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, Please don't be sad today I'm your baby and I am here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  you see my dear sweet one Your children are okay&lt;br /&gt;Your babies are here in My  home And this is where they'll stay&lt;br /&gt;They'll wait for you with Me Until your  lessons there are through&lt;br /&gt;And on the day that you come home they'll be at the  gates waiting for&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you see What makes a Mother&lt;br /&gt;It's the  feeling in your heart It's the love you had so much of&lt;br /&gt;Right from the very  start&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-713025787638383461?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/713025787638383461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=713025787638383461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/713025787638383461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/713025787638383461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-from-waynesboro-broken-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-4939044684055063492</id><published>2009-03-09T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:54:04.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Login Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I have finally figured out my login for this blog! I have tried every combination of email and password trying to log in, but was unsuccessful until this morning. My plan is to post a weekly blog, or more, with hopes that those of you who visit this site will add comments and send blog material my way! You can share any poem, song, saying or whatever has helped you through the pain and anguish in dealing with the loss of your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers are with each of you today as you take one step and live one moment at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-4939044684055063492?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/4939044684055063492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=4939044684055063492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/4939044684055063492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/4939044684055063492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2009/03/login-trouble.html' title='Login Trouble'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-1655485645665984478</id><published>2008-12-03T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:09:02.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem of pain</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I've last posted on this blog. Our son, Eli David, arrived Sept. 7 and our lives have been consumed with new parenting responsibilities (and bloopers;-) We would like for this blog and Web site to become interactive so we welcome your comments and feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I was talking to a grieving mother who had lost her teenage son. She shared the frustrations of those who meant to encourage her, but didn't know what to say. Knowing what to say in a time like that is difficult for family and friends so they share the hope and optimism in things they think might help, like, "well at least you have another child," or "He's in a better place," and the list goes on. Those are not bad things to say, but it doesn't bring your child back or change the fact that nothing or NO ONE will ever replace your baby, not even your other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that pain because Lee and I dealt with it too. Loving caring people would say, "well at least you're young enough you can try again." We knew that, but we also knew that Sadie Rose would always be our first baby and we wanted HER, not a child to replace her. I am posting a poem I wrote two months after Sadie's death in response to those emotions with apologies to those who meant well. The intensity of the raw emotions are clear, but for me, time has made those comments easier to cope with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the preface...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a child at whatever age in whatever circumstances is tragic for parents. As mourning families struggle to understand what just happened, well-meaning caring people say things in an effort to bring comfort. Sometimes, even though what they are saying is true, it’s hard for parents to hear. This poem was written in response to those clichés that can sometimes hurt more than heal. Yes we believe we will be reunited with our child, yes we believe she’s pain-free, yes we believe there has to be a reason, even if we don’t know what that reason is, but as humans we long for the tangible, that which we can physically embrace, touch, smell and hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;By Regina Rose Cyzick Harlow&lt;br /&gt;8/16/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me this is just a season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look at me and raise your eyes and tell me that you know&lt;br /&gt;That God takes care of everything because He loves us so&lt;br /&gt;Don’t shrug your shoulders in my face and tell me “God knows best”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t comfort me by saying my baby’s found eternal rest&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather hold my baby girl and feel her flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;To smell her breath upon my face and feel her baby hugs&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather kiss her tender cheeks and comb her baby hair&lt;br /&gt;Than cling to idealistic dreams of knowing her “over there”&lt;br /&gt;I wish her cries would wake me when I desperately needed sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wish a smelly diaper meant I’d get to wash her sheets.&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to feel her on my breast and hear her baby sigh&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I cannot take this pain, why did she have to die&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never hear her footsteps as she patters down the hall&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never learn to ride a bike or play with baby dolls&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never call me mommy or sing her ABC’s&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never get to help me decorate the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;So before you in all your wisdom tell me how to deal with grief&lt;br /&gt;Just close your mouth and walk away and give me some relief&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to help me and you don’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;But hugs, and tears, and smiles are best, when my heart feels this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-1655485645665984478?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/1655485645665984478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=1655485645665984478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/1655485645665984478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/1655485645665984478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2008/12/poem-of-pain.html' title='a poem of pain'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-6314423270236911680</id><published>2008-08-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:30:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To have loved and lost</title><content type='html'>It’s been more than a year since Sadie Rose died and now we’re eagerly awaiting the birth of our second child, which could happen any day. I realized this week that I’ve been pregnant 17 out of the 23 months Lee and I have been married and most of the non-pregnant months were after Sadie’s birth and death. Many people would still consider us newlyweds, but I don’t feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God every day for an understanding and patient husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grieve in our own way and in our own time. Sometimes he is strong while I cry and turn away from him, other times he is nervous and sad and I offer him encouragement. Although we have both found a degree of healing, the pain, the love for our firstborn, will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember times when I would excuse myself to go take a shower so the water could wash my tears away as they fell. Maybe I felt like washing the tears away would also wash away my pain. It didn’t work. I remember holding her blanket to my face, drinking in her scent as I sobbed until I had no breath. I remember worrying that the constant reminders would never go away and then becoming terrified when it seemed they were disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we’ve managed. In our experience, the first objective was to just hold on, to keep from drowning in our sorrow and take each moment as it came to us, minute-by-minute at first and then hour-by-hour. After the holding on, we we’re able to move on. Not to forget or pretend it never happened, but to remember. We’ve learned to smile again, to find healing in our faith, ourselves and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are forever changed, marked with the scars of unspeakable grief, but better off as individuals and as a couple because we took the chance to love. Even though things didn’t go as we had planned, we would never go back to our lives before Sadie and choose not to get pregnant. She gave us too much and we are glad to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-6314423270236911680?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/6314423270236911680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=6314423270236911680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/6314423270236911680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/6314423270236911680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-have-loved-and-lost.html' title='To have loved and lost'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766176072034879200.post-4441812439336750947</id><published>2008-08-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:32:27.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the blog for The Sadie Rose Foundation. Our goal is to connect with other families and individuals who have experienced the loss of a child. We hope to create a network of support and encouragement for those experiencing empty arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lost our first-born, Sadie Rose, in June of 2007, we know that the sense of loss never goes away. We've also found an unusual bond between parents and families who have suffered the loss of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prayer from us at the SRF is that somehow, by sharing the ups and downs and highs and lows of our experiences with each other, we can rise up from the ashes of our charred emotions to find and share hope again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not trained professionals on grief and loss and do not claim to have answers..., we're here to support each other and we only have our own experiences to draw from. However, we do have references for professional services if someone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read our story and share yours on our Web site at &lt;a href="http://www.sadierosefoundation.org/"&gt;http://www.sadierosefoundation.org/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Regina Harlow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766176072034879200-4441812439336750947?l=sadierosefondation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/feeds/4441812439336750947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766176072034879200&amp;postID=4441812439336750947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/4441812439336750947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766176072034879200/posts/default/4441812439336750947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadierosefondation.blogspot.com/2008/08/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Sadie Rose Foundation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05285858577175582000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHuW9fw6ZbM/SLFq-79V4II/AAAAAAAAAAM/6eZRto3tMcY/S220/SRose_Final_Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
