What You Forget About the Newborn Days
You really do forget. You forget how heavy your arms felt at the end of the day. How the sound of a baby crying could make your chest ache. How long the nights were. How you’d hold your breath, praying the baby would stay asleep just a little longer so you could rest, eat, or simply exist for five quiet minutes. You forget the smell of spit-up on your shoulder, the way the house felt too quiet and too loud at the same time, the tears that came without reason. The days that fe
13 hours ago3 min read
In Memory of my Daughter
Before you read this, I want to gently share that this post contains content around pregnancy loss and stillbirth. This next piece was written by our niece Hailey, and I do not say this lightly, we are so incredibly proud of her. Proud of her strength, her honesty, and her willingness to put words to something so many carry silently. There are moments in life that change you forever. The kind you don’t move on from, but instead learn to carry. This is one of those stories. Sh
Apr 413 min read
Christmas in Room 214
By Donna Simard Christina watched snowflakes drift softly from the sky, turning the world outside the hospital window into a quiet winter postcard. Normally, snowfall during the Christmas season filled her with joy, but this year, joy felt far away. Instead, she felt fear, uncertainty, and the hollow ache of not knowing what came next. She turned toward her eight-year-old daughter, Bella, lying in the hospital bed with IV lines and monitors gently beeping beside her. Bella wa
Dec 23, 20254 min read
