The brick and mortar kind. The ephemeral one you dream of, that lies within. Ghosts. Room allocation.
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And other cynical, profanity-laced yet heartfelt responses to the death of my baby
If You Can't Find Me, I'm Probably Reading
- A Charmed Life?
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- A Mending Heart
- An Empty Chair at Our Table
- Anno di Consolation
- Antigone Lost
- Barren Albion
- Broken Heart Diaries
- Crib Chronicles
- Dead Baby Jokes
- Dear Gherkin
- Ferdinand's Gifts
- Flotsam
- Here Be Hippogriffs
- I Won't Fear Love
- It's a Strange World
- Life From Here
- Makes You Stronger
- Mommy Wants Vodka
- Mrs. Spit Spouts Off
- My Resurfacing
- Nicolas' Garden
- No Matter How Small
- Once in a Lifetime
- Our Own Creation
- Outlandish Notions
- Please Give Me Back My Heart
- Relaxing Doesn't Make Babies
- Searching For Hope
- So Close
- So Dear And Yet So Far
- Stitched Up For the 2nd Time
- Sweet|Salty
- The Anguished Corn
- The Journey From Here
- The.Para.Graph
- This Is Not What I Had Planned
- Waiting For...?
- Where to Go From Here?
- Which Box
- Yummy Sushi Pajamas
come drink a cuppa with the medusas
You Know, For the Kids
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About Me
- Tash
- On February 12, 2007, my daughter Maddalena (Maddy) was born. After 12-14 prenatal ultrasounds -- most for non-baby related issues like a rather scary subchorionic bleed and low-lying placenta -- and a clean amnio, we were nothing short of ecstatic upon the arrival of our beautiful, 6 lb. girl. The docs decided to move her to the NICU overnight for what appeared to be breathing issues related to meconium intake. And then the wheels came off the bus. And the bus spun out of control, and hurdled off the cliff, causing our chests to decompress and vomit to rise in our throats, followed by the bus blowing up, sending shrapnel into our eyes and making our skin melt like that guy in Raiders of the Lost Ark . . . . where was I? Oh yeah. Maddy was moved to Children's Hospital, and died on Feb. 18, 6 days old. She is survived by her mom [waves hand], her dad (aka, Mr. ABF), and her big sister Bella. Be prepared for discussion on infertility, ART, grief, toddlerhood, wine recommendations, recipe queries and dog training. Oh, and genetics. And I don't know boo about genetics, so this ought to be really entertaining.
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