Knits of Grief First Donation

Last Monday, on Oct. 25, I was able to make my first donation. Yeah! I was able to donate 14 blankets to St. Joseph's Hospital in downtown Denver -- the same hospital where we delivered Jackson. I wanted this hospital to be the first place I donated, in honor of Jackson. I was also pleased I was able to do it around his birthday, too. I couldn't bring myself to go on his actual birthday, but I think it will be something I will always remember.

I have to admit, the night before I gave my donation, I felt a bit anxious. I even had a dream about it. I thought about how sad it is that these blankets will be going to families who will lose their child. I really don't like thinking about that fact. But I guess the truth is it happens ... and if I can bring the family a simple thing to be comforted by, I can feel good about that.

As it turns out, the hospital and nurses were thrilled to take the donation and said they would take anything they can get.  After I left the hospital, I felt great about it and happy I was able to do it.

On top of this, I was also able to send three blankets to With Love Care Packages. I'm very excited to help Franchesca out and her mission!

Obviously this couldn't have happened without the help of many people. A big thanks to my husband Brent for his continued support, encouragement and help with bagging all the blankets. Thank you Shen for accompanying me to the hospital and carrying the bags -- I couldn't have done it myself, and you being there gave me the motivation to do it!

A huge thanks for all those who helped provide blankets thus far. Thank you Lori L. for your two beautiful soft blankets. And Joanna S. -- someone I don't even know -- for taking the time to crochet for my mission. And a big thanks to Geri S. and the Heritage Guild of South Suburbia, South Holland Illinois. The group provided me with 12 blankets and a monetary donation. I was so overwhelmed with their generosity and every bit certainly helps!

The two blankets I knitted

Blankets ready to be bagged and donated

Back of postcard included with blankets

I do just want to mention one other thing. Franchesca, with With Love Care Packages, was so kind enough to design my own personal blog button. You can find it on the right-hand side of my blog on the homepage. If you have a blog or Web site, I would love it if you grabbed it and shared it on your site. And if you have one you would like me to include on here, please let me know!

Happy Birthday, Jackson

Dear Jackson,

A year ago today I said hello and goodbye to you all within a 24 hour period. You were the most wonderful thing I ever held in my arms, and I'll never forget how that felt. I'll never forget how beautiful you were and how peaceful you looked. If I could, I would have held you forever. And there's not a day that goes by that I miss you any less.

It hurts beyond words how much your daddy and I wish you were here with us to celebrate. I wish I could see you get messy trying to eat some birthday cake. I wish I could watch you open presents and delight in new toys.

I want you to know Jackson, that we are celebrating your life and the happiness you brought us when you were with us. I'll never forget how it felt to you have you kicking around inside of me --- and sometimes it is those happy moments I think about that keep me going.

We will be eating birthday cake today, and as hard as it is, trying to have a fun day honoring you.

I do know this. I do know you are happy where you are, and I try to imagine the party I hope the angels are throwing for you today. Someday, you will have to tell me all about it.

So, to my beautiful boy, happy 1st birthday!

I love you,
Mom

Remembering with a wave of light

I think it's wonderful October is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. I'm glad there is a whole month dedicated to it. The problem, of course, is getting the word out. A year ago, I had no idea there was a month dedicated to this. How would I know? But I think more and more parents affected by a loss are trying their hardest to not let it slide by or be overshadowed.

Friday, Oct. 15 has been dedicated as National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. It is on this day grieving parents, families and friends come together to create a wave of light across the nation and the world. In order to do this, please light a candle (in whatever time zone you may be) from 7 to 8 p.m. to remember our babies. Check out www.october15th.com --- they have great information on what this day means. I would definitely check out the video of the House of Representatives discussing this day.

Of course, there are many different ways to remember your baby this month. Brent and I had the privilege of participating in a Walk to Remember last weekend at Clement Park. It was amazing how many people were there -- parents who lost children, and those just willing to show up to support their loved ones. It included a ceremony where each baby's name was read and a balloon was released in there honor. Quite emotional, but wonderful to do. We also received "awareness" bracelets from the organization. Brent and I have committed ourselves to wearing the bracelets everyday for the month of October. And last night, we actually had someone ask us about them! How happy I was to be able to share and educate.

Also, it is not too late to add your face to www.iamtheface.org. They have even included a place for dads to add their photo.


How are you honoring your baby this month? I would love to hear from you! And don't forget to join us in the wave of light on Oct. 15.

Brent and I at Walk to Remember

Some of the balloons released in memory of our babies

Jackson's name in the Walk to Remember program

Fighting a taboo subject

Before Jackson ever died, I never really thought about stillbirth or heard about it much either. I thought it was something that happened more 100-plus years ago, and a very, very rare occurrence today.

Although it is still considered very "rare" it happens more often than you think, unfortunately. However, the subject is still so taboo that if it never affects you, I doubt you are ever going to really give it a second thought. 

But here I am in a world I never thought I would be a part of -- an elite club of mothers and fathers fighting this taboo subject and stuck with the grief and misery of losing a child. I have met some amazing, strong people through this "club" -- online and in person. I am so grateful that they are a part of my life now. Frankly, I don't think I could have survived without these people's support.

I have also come across many people I don't know personally who are also fighting to get people talking more about stillbirth, miscarriage and infant loss. I am so amazed at how strong we all are -- all of us who are willing to stand up and get this taboo subject out in the open.

In the almost year since we have lost Jackson, I have come across so many new resources out there, mainly started by mothers who have lost a baby. Just like what I hope to accomplish with my Knits of Grief project, these women are putting their hearts and souls out there in hopes to comfort other grieving families.

I would like to share a few of these resources with you today. They will also be included on my "Resources" page.

Faces of Loss, Faces of Hope:

Faces of Loss, Faces of Hope was created by a woman who suffered a stillbirth this past May. She had the idea to put our stories on to one site, and it has taken off in leaps and bounds. Women (and men) are encouraged to submit their story of loss so we can connect with one another and know we are not alone. I recently submitted my story to the site, and you can find it by clicking here (although it is the same one I have posted on this site).

Molly Bears:

Molly Bears was also started by a mother who also lost her baby, Molly, this past May. She buys shells of teddy bears and stuffs them to the weight of your baby free of charge. This way, you can hold a bear the same weight as your baby. What a unique and cool idea! I know they are looking for donations, so any help you can give, I am sure they would appreciate!

October 15 is also National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. And the month of October has also been declared as National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. There are many things you can do during the month to recognize your babies (which I will blog about once October hits), but for now there are a couple of things I would like to mention. Faces of Loss, Faces of Hope has also started a campaign to recognize the day, and raise donations to keep their Web site going. You can learn more at www.iamtheface.org. Brent and I will also be participating in a Remembrance Walk on Oct. 9 at a local park put on by A Walk to Remember, an organization dedicated to providing support resources for bereaved parents. You can find more information at www.walktoremember.org.

So please, join with me in the movement and help make stillbirth, infant loss and miscarriage a non-taboo subject.

Death, Life and Hope

A few weeks ago, my grandfather, Richard Jackson Felix, passed away. It wasn't completely unexpected, but it is still hard sometimes. He was definitely a fighter -- defying death several times in his life, actually. He was shot in World War II and earned himself a purple heart. He even was ran over by a cement truck. Ouch!

Despite these things, he recovered, and lived a full life. I always admired the relationship he had with my grandma. I could always tell how much fun they had together on all their traveling and they always seemed liked the best friends in the world to each other. I'm so glad I was able to have that influence in my life.

I was lucky enough to visit my grandpa in early July. It was a bit tough, as I knew it would probably be the last time I would see him, but I'm so, so glad I got to spend those precious hours with him, hug him, kiss him and let him know how much he is loved.

His death has made me again ponder how precious and brief life can be. No matter if it is only 38 weeks (as long as Jackson lived) or 85-plus years like my grandpa's life, it never seems long enough. We always want these people to be here with us longer. And when they are taken from us, it just seems unfair.

However, I have a little bit of hope for life. A little bit of hope for my life and the new precious life that is growing in me right now. I have three more months until I will hold this precious girl in my arms and hopefully hear her cry. Some days I feel like I know this will happen. That this little life will make it. But I don't take any of it for granted -- not one day, because each day is precious.

I recently finished a book titled "Holding on to Hope," by Nancy Guthrie. Nancy lost not one, but two babies to Zellweger Syndrome. I can't imagine going through something like this twice, but her book gave me comfort and hope. Her daughter, named Hope, inspired her to write the book. One thing really stuck with me -- that one of our responses to God should be gratitude, even during the times of suffering. "You see, Hope was a gift. And the appropriate response to a gift is gratitude."

How grateful I am for the gift of my grandpa and the 29 years I was lucky enough to have him here on Earth. How lucky am I that I can say I am Jackson's mom. No one else can say that. He was beautiful and perfect and I am so thankful for the time I got to know him while he was in my womb. And I feel so blessed knowing that I am falling in love again with my second child -- the same kind of love I feel for Jackson.

And so this does leave me with some hope. Hope that when my grandpa arrived in his heavenly home he was overjoyed to meet Jackson, and that Jackson now has another grandpa with him there (and thrilled to discover they share part of the same name!). Hope that this little life growing inside of me is here for a purpose, and will bring Brent and I an incredible joy I have yet to experience.

So please, be grateful for the ones you have with you now and the ones that may have passed on.

"But giving thanks is a sacrifice that truly honors me. If you keep to my path, I will reveal to you the salvation of God." (Psalm 50:23).

My last moments with my grandpa

Beautiful Boy

When Jackson was handed to me after I gave birth to him, I was overcome with how beautiful he was. I knew he would be cute, but I wasn't expecting the amazing beauty that was in front of me. He was more perfect and adorable then I ever could imagined.

The song "Beautiful Boy" by Jon Lennon immediately popped into my head. Every time I held him, looked at him, traced my fingers along the outline of his face .... all I could do was hum that song. How beautiful he was!

After we arrived home from the hospital and started planning his funeral, I knew the song had to be a part of it. I knew it would be emotional for some, but as his mother, I wanted the song to be a part of the service.

Within two days, a wonderful woman from our church volunteered and put together an incredible video of pictures to play the song to. I could have never put something like this together at the time, so her efforts are greatly appreciated! I know it sounds weird to have a "favorite" part of the funeral, but watching the video and hearing the song was mine.

I'd like to share that video with you. I know many of my friends and relatives have seen the video already, but I'm ready to share it with the rest of the world too. Not only did the video and song hold special meaning at the funeral, it has come to mean a lot to my husband and me. It still brings us sadness, but some comfort along the way too. The song will always remind me of Jackson, and I am so glad I have this little video to treasure.

You may view it here: http://www.vimeo.com/7735602

I hope, pray and wish that you never have to plan your baby's funeral. If you do find yourself in this situation right now, do what your instincts tell you. Trust in them. Don't worry what anyone else thinks or says. Even though its so stressful and exhausting, it is one thing we can plan and put together for our child. If you have a unique idea, a special song or certain activity you want to do, do it. You won't regret it. I promise. And please, don't feel bad asking for help in this situation. Recruit your friends and family to do all the work for you. As in my experience, they would be glad to help in anyway they can!

Nine months

I've been a bit MIA recently -- I was busy getting ready for our two-week Western road trip and then on the road for two weeks! It was a much-needed vacation for both Brent and I and we were happy just to spend some quality time together.

Since I didn't want anything to happen to the current blanket I am knitting, I left it at home. So, again it is slowly coming along, and I do really hope to have it done in less than a month. Several of you out there are knitting along with me, which keeps me so much more motivated for this mission and lets me know that I am doing something good here. Once I get my blanket done, I do want to make my first (finally!) donation to a hospital. I am also working on designing a postcard to keep with the blanket, letting the families know about the Web site and mission of Knits of Grief. I've been a bit frustrated designing the postcard, mainly because I want it to be perfect, but I know it will get there eventually!

On July 19, Jackson would have been nine months old. Its always a bit hard every time the 19th of the month rolls around. It means one more month has passed since Brent and I got to hold our precious baby boy, and one more month of wondering what his first year would be like. We wonder so much what he would look like now compared to his newborn pictures, what his personality would be like, how active he would be crawling -- and probably by now pulling himself up on lots of things and slowly figuring out how to walk.

Although this can sometimes bring me a new wave of grief and sadness, I can think of Jackson now and smile a bit.  He was beautiful, and Brent and I both felt like we got to know him in the short 38 weeks he was with us here on Earth. And I wouldn't give that time up with him for anything.

If you have recently suffered a loss of your own, your pain is probably completely raw and incomprehensible. Please hang in there, and know at one time or another you will be able to look at the time you spent with your baby and smile -- just a little bit -- too.