I’ve been dragging the past few days. I thought it may be the dreary weather. Or maybe it’s my hermit-like lifestyle and I’m just lonesome. Last night doing dishes, staring out at the bog-backyard, I realized maybe it had something to do with a birthday that goes uncelebrated… at least in traditional way.
Jordan Riley was our first and only baby girl together. She died, for unknown reasons, when I was 36 weeks pregnant and born almost a week later. It was the day before Mother’s Day, May 13th…
I talked to Tege about it today. He thinks it’s neat having a sister hanging out on the Rainbows with our dogs Calvin, Bailey and our recent baby bunny loss (a wild bunny that Cas nursed for a day before it died.. it was very hurt)…
It’s sad when no one remembers. But I don’t blame them. I have a hard enough time remembering birthdays outside my immediate family… let alone remembering a lost pregnancy. It is nice when some do though. Thank you for the nice thoughts. :)
Ahh.. well… Happy Birthday Jordan!
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I lost my child in early pregnacy and Ill never forget the date I found out. It may have not been his “birthday” but it was for me. I too forget other birthdays but one of your children, with you physically or emotionally, is one you will never forget. I appriciate your story and thank you for sharing. It is very inspiring.