Bereaved Mother’s Day…

Yes, we have our own day-the Sunday before Mother’s Day.

I’m not sure of the history of why we have our own day. Maybe because it gives us a good week to prepare for the rest of the world to wish us a “Happy Mother’s Day” next week?

I’ve said it before & I’ll say it again… Holidays are hard. All of ‘em. It’s not a happy day. It’s a complicated day-just like the rest of ‘em. The joy AND the grief. The AND life.

As I dance with my Gus, I try to think about River being with us. I hope he is hap

py seeing us dance & giggle. It makes me sad that River can’t enjoy his life with his family in this world. I honor River’s life by imagining him with us in little moments. I know his soul visits us-that part of him did not die.

So, if you’re like me—you have a safe space around me on Bereaved Mother’s Day. And, Mother’s Day.

I’ve been fighting for 3.5 years now for justice for River’s life. I have recently made a conscious decision to work on my mental health for myself & my family. I will be trying a new therapy for my trauma & PTSD. I will be putting my energy into my mental health with my therapist vs. fighting alongside lawyers & giving my precious time & energy to two midwives who failed us miserably.

I will put my energy towards things that will make my boys proud of their mama.