Pookie Visits Santa

(Topic: What I would be doing with Charlie) Dear Friends, This post is a bit late! Oops! I thought I’d posted this picture, but realized that I hadn’t, and thus, hadn’t shared the story. This last Christmas I did something I don’t ever remember doing before. I went to a mall Santa. I’ve never ever

Pookie’s BooBoo

 Hi Friends, I would like to share something with you. A few months ago I PANICKED. I found a place on Pookie’s face, not even at a seam, where there was a tear in his fur (probably a run from when they placed his eyes). Now, as you know from reading this blog, I am

Triggersville

(Posted next morning, due to upload issues. I will add the pictures this morning)(Edited on 2/23 evening to add photos.) Dear friends, Right now my eyes are burning because I’ve been crying, and it wouldn’t take much to get me going again. Today has actually been a pretty good day, but right at the end

Today I’m Sad

Dear Friends, Today I was lucky that hubby was off work, so after we ran some errands, we made time to go visit our little boy! I don’t think either of us has made it to the cemetery since before Christmas. It certainly feels like ages and ages. I was so excited to go! We

Santa Pook

? We were out getting a Christmas tree, tromping through the snowy tree field picking one out to cut, when hubby said that Pookie really needed a Santa hat. I agreed, and thought to myself that maybe I could pick one up at a dollar store. Well… I found some red fleece and an old

In the Right Place, At the Right Time

…Or, Why I Take Pookie With Me To Public Places There are many reasons I take Pookie with me, the primary one being that I feel like I need a little one to hold, and/or the comfort of a stuffed toy. I’ll sometimes take him just for company, but usually it’s because I’m going somewhere

No Smash Cake!

Hi Friends, Charlie’s party went beautifully. On Saturday night, hubby was working overnight, so I was alone in the house. I’d been doing ok, knitting and watching movies, but once I started getting ready for bed, it hit me that it was Father’s Day (it was past midnight), which was the day Charlie was born

Happy Birthday, Little Charlie

 Hi Friends, I am doing something very difficult right now. On June 19th, 2017, it will be exactly one year since our son Charlie was born. Stillborn. Died. Was baptised. Everything. His whole life. And I am planning a party. Well, not exactly a party. What would you call it? A get-together? A memorial picnic?

A Little Bit of Magic in this Dreary World

Hi Friends, Today I want to talk about how I see my Charlie act in the world. I have noticed, over the weeks and months of connecting to other loss-mamas and loss-papas, that an element of grief seems to be a higher tendency to “magical thinking”. Bear with me while I explain! To have “magical”