Seven years ago today we briefly met our daughter Sarah. The memories of her birth and death (a day later) hang like Polaroids in my mind. Her birth, the brief hope as she breathed on her own and we captured a photo of her with us, then the nicu, the tubes and drips, the family in the bay next store who told us not to lose hope, the incessant phone calls, the pacing, the brain bleed, the holding with drips off and the waiting, stethoscopes checking, a priest and a photographer and then she was gone.

7 years have passed and these memories hit me like a truck.

Happy Birthday sweet Sarah.

Thank you for this place of sharing. I’m more of a whisperer in real life. Desperately wanting to make sure I give Sarah a place in the world and yet struggling with the discomfort I cause others when I speak of my baby loss.

Happy Birthday Sarah. Xox, I’m sorry. Mom

Happy Birthday Sarah! Missing her with you Julia. Hugs mama.

Happy Birthday, beautiful Sarah! Much Love to you, Julia. I am also more of a whisperer who never forgets. Sending you Love and kinship,

Happy Birthday Sarah! Much love and peace to you Julia.

Happy birthday, sweet Sarah. And much love to you, Julia. I remember you and Sarah from years ago. Seven is so big.