Our Story

Our lives would never be the same again and we would have to adjust to a new normal.  On Monday, September 27^th, 2010 we delivered an angel named Lucas Samuel.  

We tried for a while to conceive, so when I found out I was pregnant we were excited, but also scared because our previous pregnancy over a year earlier ended in miscarriage (Baby Angel, July 2008).  This time would be different, we thought.  I purchased every pregnancy/baby book that I could—we were going to do everything right.

The pregnancy with Lucas was full of joy and laughter.  He was always active and loved to play kicking games.  He was our little ball of sunshine.  We are grateful for every moment we had with our son, and cherish them all. 

Aside from a fibroid tumor that developed during the 12^th week, all was going great. The doctors watched the fibroid very close and it wasn’t interfering with Lucas.  I got morning sickness when I was supposed to, he moved when he was supposed to, and our journey was moving along beautifully. 

The big day was getting close!  

At week 36 I went in for a regular check up.  On that day, our dreams came crashing down as the doctor struggled to find a heartbeat. 

“I am so sorry” 

Those words were a stabbing knife twisting in my heart, the scar of which remains to this day.  Lucas was born at 36 weeks 5 days old by C-section.  Four pounds, eight ounces, 19 inches long.   

Holding our son was the most amazing thing I have ever done, even though we were in tears and in shock the whole time.  He was perfect.  We were proud parents enjoying our fleeting moment.  

The hospital staff was amazing.  We were very lucky to have great nurses and wonderful doctors to help us though such a tremendously difficult experience, going above the call of duty with emotional support.  One nurse stayed a few hours over her shift, by our side and to watch Lucas get baptized.  

As we left the hospital we were given a memory box.  Inside that box are some of our most prized possessions; imprints of his feet, a picture, a lock of his hair, and much more.  This small box was a love-filled gesture from parents who have gone though a similar loss.  This gave us so much to hold on to of our son.  After a year of tear filled grieving we realized and understood how important that memory box and support reading materials were.  We decided to create our own memory boxes for bereaved families to cherish. 

Our grieving soon turned into a quest for answers and a need to fill a void.  We decided to write this blog to shed light on the issues surrounding stillbirth and miscarriage, and to possibly give hope and comfort to those going through an ordeal similar to our own.