Welcome to Hope for Grieving Mothers

If you are new to this club (that no one asked to join- the one where your child has died), it is best to start by going to the BOTTOM RIGHT and look at the "Pages" section. Under this section you will find resources for mothers who are grieving the loss of their child. Resources to help your children deal with grief are also grouped together.

Next, feel free to look at the "Blog Archives." There are many topics that you may have an interest in reading. As you girlies know, we now have Teflon brains and often cannot have the focus power that we have had in the past. Feel free to come here often and hopefully you will FEEL the loving support that me and other mamas are sending. Hopefully you will begin to see sparks of hope for your future...

Hugs... Pamela

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Objectives for this mamas group

September 12, 1012  Objectives for this Mamas Group

It's been quite the week and it's not the weekend yet. But we are
slowly approaching it!

I'm working on trying to find consistency in our meeting place. There are options in our future!!

Now, girlies... I want to let you know that by putting your tootsies
on the floor, you are trying! Consistency and routines give us
control in the beginning. Control gives us comfort.

We are all at different places in the continuum. It's a timeline. I
hope that you can see that light returns in the darkness. I FINALLY
feel light.... Most days.

These are the current objectives that I see for our mamas group.

**Provide written and verbal support when requested to parents who
lose a child.

**Educate each other and the public on how to get through the darkness
and the fog.

**Throw sparks of light and hope to those that follow us (new mamas)

**Show them our pitfalls so they can avoid them.

**Be honest about our feelings and support each other as we need it.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Response to previous message

September 4, 2012 - Response to Previous Message

Hello Ladies,
I'm new to your mama emails and I wanted to introduce myself. You see, I am the sweet mother that Pamela refers to in her email. And not only did I catch her off guard, but I also caught myself off guard. I didn't realize how raw my grief really was.

In 2001, I gave birth to a baby boy, whom we named Noah. I had a normal pregnancy and we were shocked to hear that he was being transferred to Riley the morning after I had him. Noah lived for 9 months with an undiagnosed neuromuscular disorder. He had round the clock nurses at our home, was sustained by a feeding tube and was ventilator dependent from the day after he was born. He was beautiful up until the very end. He had big brown eyes that he got from me! He passed away very peacefully at
the hospital, surrounded by family. My husband and I laid next to him until he went Home.
We decided to try again. Surely God wouldn't do this to us twice, right? In 2004, we had a daughter, Elizabeth ("Ellie"). But once again, she was transferred to Riley for the same conerns. But Ellie didn't seem to be affected as severly as her big brother. She could breathe on her own, and this alone, was uplifting! Maybe she could overcome this disorder...
As time went on, she weakened, until the day came that she aspirated and had to be taken to the hospital. She was put on the ventilator and was never able to be weaned off of it. Probably eventually she would have had to go on it. I guess the aspiration was God's way of making the decision for us. We had no choice. For 2 long weeks, she lay in the hospital, full of her energy and spunk (she was spunky!) She was herself, just attached to a breathing device. So you can imagine the decision that we now faced. Take her home and watch her deteriorate like Noah did or let her peacefully pass on to be with him, eternally in Heaven, finally united as brother and sister!! We chose the latter. The single-most, hardest thing we have ever endured. It's one thing when you're making this decision for a family member who has lived a full life, but this was a whole other ball game. This was our baby girl, who otherwise was fine for the moment. And only 4 months old.
The next part of this story haunts me to this day. I chose to not be in the room while Ellie passed. My husband was there of course, holding her, singing to her, praying for her. But I chosed to stay away because I just couldn't handle watching another one of my children slip out of my arms. The moment she had gone to be with the Lord and her brother, they came and got me and I held her. I just couldn't believe it. And really still can't as I write this tonight. Today I blame myself for making such a selfish decision to not be present. Did she know I wasn't there? Did she need her mama? This is what keeps me up at night and will sideline me in an instant. This is what I need to forgive myself for.
So here comes the anger part. WHY?? WHY?? WHY?? We all scream that, right??? It's just not right. It's JUST. NOT. RIGHT. It's JUST. NOT. FAIR.
I have A LOT of healing yet to do. Pamela has been a huge support to me. We were connected by death. By the death of our children, as we all are connected now. Wow. What a crazy way to be connected. IT SUCKS. But, there's a beautiful side to this story, my story...
Pamela and I are now connected by LIFE. By a little boy named Christopher Clyde, my son, who has big brown eyes like mine! God had a plan. Had I not gone through what I did, I wouldn't know her to the extent that I do now, nor would I have this beautiful boy in my life.
Beautiful things will come to all of you again. We just have to learn to recognize the many forms those beautiful things come in.
Hugs to all of you.

Lessons after Labor Day

September 4, 2012 -- Lessons After Labor Day
Well ladybugs...
We have all made it through another holiday! See.... Not so bad... Maybe?! Mark another one off the list. Take A deep breath and try to SMILE!
It's been another really bizarre weekend for me. I've learned soon much in the past few weeks. I have always believed that TIME does NOT make this grief better.... It is what you do with that time... The grief WORK!
I very very painfully observed this when I was recently caught off guard by a sweet mother who had never really spent any time talking about her loss from several years ago. It touched my heart deeply and filled me with sorrow. You REALLY MUST try to grieve forward in order to grieve FORWARD. There is grace to be found in grieving... Much fear in doing so, but definitely there is healing. With that being said, I'm proud of each any every one of you for stepping those little tootsies on the floor and reaching out to each other as well as our loving God and saying "whatttt do I dooooo?!". And telling the world--- "help me y'all!". OK... maybe you don't scream it or say those words, but letting people know what you need (or just each other) is on the right track.
Another big lesson that I knew but didn't pay attention to (imagine that! ME not listening!) is that we MUST take a break from grief when we can and bring lightness and laughter when we can. It won't be the SAME kind of laughter as in the past, but we MUST watch a dumb silly movie or divert our brain as much as we can towards laughter or humor. If not, the heaviness can SUCK OUR SPIRITS and make us feel even more nutso. I've spent so much time at funerals, at camp, writing, and looking at my secondary losses (that's another topic for another day) that I got sucked into a little bit of a funk this weekend.... That's not good for ME or ANYONE... lesson relearned. So take that BREAK!!
Now for one of my favorite verses... "The Lord will give strength unto his people. The Lord will bless His people with peace." Psalms 29:11
Pamela Parker