Haley Lynn was born asleep, March, 15, 2006. At 34 weeks. Haley weighed 3lbs, 14 ozs and was 17 inches long. Due to a massive blood clot in her placenta.
We love and miss her dearly!
Never did I think this would happen to us!! My heart and arms still ache for you!
Feb. 28. 2008
Two years ago! two years ago, today,
Two years ago, I felt you move.
Two years ago, I heard your heart beat.
Two years ago, I felt your little hiccups.
Two years ago, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
Two years ago, I thought I was in the "safe" point.
Two years ago, we waited eagerly to hear your first cry.
Two years ago, you would kick wildly, when you would hear daddy come home.
Two years ago, I did everything in my power to protect you!
Two years ago, seems like forever, yet yesterday!
Two years ago, We wanted you more than anything in the world.
March 13, 2008
Two years ago today, I stopped feeling you move.
Two years ago today, I knew something was wrong.
Two years ago today, I rushed to the hospital.
Two years ago today, I heard the 5 little words that changed my life forever.
Two years ago today, I heard "I don't see a heartbeat!"
Two years ago today, I wanted to die.
Two years ago today, I was induced to deliver my sleeping baby.
Two years ago today, I will never forget, I hate this day, I wish I could skip it!
March 15, 2008.
Two years ago today, I had my beautiful Haley at 8:48am.
Two years ago today, was the last time I saw her.
Two years ago today, I left her at the hospital.
Two years ago today, I became a mommy.
Two years ago today, I wanted to bring my baby home.
Two years ago today, I thought my world would end.
Two years ago today, I said "hello" and "goodbye" all in the same day.
Two years ago today, I kissed her pretty face, and said "I love you Haley Lynn, Ill see you in Heaven!"
Love, Mommy!
Daddy,please don't look so sad,
Mama please don't cry~"Cause I am in the arms of Jesus and he sings me lullabies.
"Please,try not to question God,Don't think he's unkind
Don't think he sent me to you and then changed his mind.
You see,I am a special child,and needed up above. I'am the special gift you gave Him,
the product of your love.
I'll always be there with you and in the sky at night,
Find the brightest star that's gleaming,That's my halo's brillant light.
You'll see me in the morning frost,that mists your window pane.
That's me in the summer showers,I'll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a little breeze,from a gentle wind that blows.
That's me,I'll be there planting a kiss on your nose.
When you see a child playing,,and your heart feels a little tug,
That's me,I'll be there,giving your heart a hug.
So Daddy,please don't look so sad,Mama don't you cry.
I'm in the arms of Jesus and he sings me lullabies.
JUST SAY "i'M SORRY"
You don't know how I feel
Please don't tell me that you do.
There's just one way to know--have you lost a child
too?
"You'll have another child!"--must I hear this each
day?
Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass
away?
Don't say it was "God's will"--
That's not the God I know,
Would God on purpose break my heart,
Then watch as my tears flow?
"Aren't you better yet?"
Is that what I heard you say?
NO! A part of my heart aches--
I'll always feel some pain.
You think that silence is kind,
But it hurts me even more.
I want to talk about my child
Who has gone through death's door.
Don't say these things to me,
Although you do mean well.
They do not take the pain away;
I must go through this hell.
I will be better--slow but sure--
And it helps to have you near.
But a simple "I'm sorry you lost your child"
is all I need to hear.
~Author Unknown
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Haley is a big sister!! Averie was born on
2-27-2007!!
"Ask My Mom How She Is"
(unknown)
My Mom, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mom how she is
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
because she can't describe the pain.
Ask my Mom how she is,
She'll say"I'm alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night ?
Ask my Mom how she is
She seems to cope so well,
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mom how she is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake Mom, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken
She'll love me all her life
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.
I am here in Heaven
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen
Hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say,
"You're lucky to get in here, Mom,
With all the lies you told!"
My Mom is a Survivor"
My Mom is a survivor,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away ...
I watch over my surviving Mom
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others ...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My Mom tries to cope with death;
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
as I watch over my surviving Mom
through Heaven's open door ...
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forevermore!
I know that doesn't help her,
or ease the burden she bears.
So, if you get a chance, go visit her.
Show her that you care.
for no matter what she says ...
no matter what she feels.
My surviving Mom has a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.
~Author~
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
My Dad is a Survivor
My dad is a survivor too
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others;
He cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all!
But, there are times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love.
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