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Thousands of families suffer in silence from the loss of a pregnancy or an infant. My struggle is just beginning. I carried twins to term knowing that only one would survive. This is the story of my journey through shock, devastation, grief, anger, and hopefully someday acceptance. I know that other families are desperate to know that they are not suffering alone. This is for them.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Happy Mother's Day!

Please excuse my extended absence from writing. This mommy stuff is hard!
Speaking of mommies, this weekend is Mother's Day. So I want to share with you what I wrote about my mom in a nomination for a contest.

I always knew I had the best mom, Michelle Benjamin, but it wasn’t until I was about to be a mother myself that I realized how amazing she truly is. I was pregnant with twins; one of my babies had a fatal genetic condition that would take him at birth. I needed my mom more during that time than at any other time in my life, and she was there for me every step of the way. In January, I went into labor at 28 weeks pregnant and ended up on bed rest in the hospital for the next three weeks. My mother drove from Cleveland to Columbus, two and a half hours, and stayed with me nearly every day. She was in the delivery room keeping me focused and calm when my twins were born and as I lost my son. My surviving daughter spent four weeks in the NICU and “Grammi Bear” visited regularly, learning to care for my preemie right along with me. But, the ultimate act of maternal self-sacrifice came when my mom quit her job, moved to Columbus, and became my daughter’s “super nanny.” She has left everything behind to help me and my baby.

Brad and I couldn't have made it through this past six months without our moms. They both were so supportive, loving, and strong for us. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts!

Poppy with her grandparents