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A life too brief: October 2012
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We now return you to our regularly scheduled rambl. October 15 Wave of Light. Is it October already? There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Somewhere over the Rainbows. Some catching up to do. My Search for Hope. My Promise To Marin.
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A life too brief: February 2012
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All the pretty letters and telling Collins. A return to the fire. There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Somewhere over the Rainbows. Some catching up to do. My Search for Hope. My Promise To Marin. The sum of all my parts. I wish I coul...
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A life too brief: August 2012
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The birth of a warrior: Part one. There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Somewhere over the Rainbows. Some catching up to do. My Search for Hope. My Promise To Marin. The sum of all my parts. A Miracle, An Angel, and A Rainbow. So the ho...
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A life too brief: January 2013
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There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Broken, bitter, hurt, sad, lost, bewildered. all these words describe me at various points of the day. What I end up putting down here is just a small vignette of what I go through. Lachlan and Mann...
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A life too brief: December 2011
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A nod to Chrstmas and other random ramblings. Its a hard month. There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Somewhere over the Rainbows. Some catching up to do. My Search for Hope. My Promise To Marin. The sum of all my parts. It came and wen...
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A life too brief: January 2014
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Say, say, say.,. The past six months. There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Somewhere over the Rainbows. Some catching up to do. My Search for Hope. My Promise To Marin. The sum of all my parts. A Miracle, An Angel, and A Rainbow. Tonig...
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Birth Story |
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Skip to primary content. I wrote the birth story below at a time when I was very angry. It was all still so fresh, and I didn’t understand how this was happening to me. I wrote it even before I started this blog. I wrote this approximately two weeks after he died at the suggestion of a friend. Sunday October 3, 2010. My family threw me a baby shower. I was 36 weeks pregnant. To date, I have never looked at the pictures. Wednesday October 6, 2010. She told me not to worry, that it was just the late stages...
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A life too brief: March 2013
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Spring is in the air. There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Somewhere over the Rainbows. Some catching up to do. My Search for Hope. My Promise To Marin. The sum of all my parts. A Miracle, An Angel, and A Rainbow. Spring is in the air.
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A life too brief: March 2012
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Clovers for Collins and 10 months. What a fantastic blog! There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Somewhere over the Rainbows. Some catching up to do. My Search for Hope. My Promise To Marin. The sum of all my parts. Monday, March 19, 2012.
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A life too brief: December 2012
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There really is not much interesting to note about me. I am, in my day to day life, pretty average. We lost our youngest son, Collins, a mere 37 hours after his birth to a very rare lung condition that could not be detected in utero. I had a perfect pregnancy and an easy delivery, and then my nightmare began. Broken, bitter, hurt, sad, lost, bewildered. all these words describe me at various points of the day. What I end up putting down here is just a small vignette of what I go through. The holidays act...
