I started this blog about 4 weeks after the birth and death of my first daughter, Charlotte Ann. In the first few days after her birthday, I found that the only way to work through my feelings was to talk. I talked, and talked, and talked, and talked. My "inner circle" (i.e. my husband, our parents, my sister, and a few close friends) just listened. I needed to talk, and so that's what I did.
Then, I decided I needed to write. I started a journal so I could write letters to my Charlotte. Writing letters brought a glimpse of happiness back to my life because these letters were my connection to her. I finally felt like I could envision, just a little, what it was like to interact with my daughter. Those letters continue to make me feel close to her. Those letters are my place where I can mother my daughter.
I still needed more. I needed to find more ways to work through my grief. I had been reading blog after blog since the first week we came home from the hospital. They were and are a lifeline for me. I needed to know that I was not alone and that other people have survived this. They gave (give) me comfort and hope. So, I decided that writing one of my own would help, too. And maybe, someday, someone else will find comfort and hope from my blog the way I have from others.
So, here's a little bit about me, Kimber.
I am a mom. My daughter, Charlotte Ann, went to Heaven on her birthday, October 6th, 2014. She was the most beautiful child I have ever set my eyes on and I love and miss her with every ounce of my being. This blog is dedicated to her and will hopefully be a piece of the puzzle that helps me heal after her loss.
I am a wife. Dan is my husband and best friend. We were high school sweethearts, got married six years later, bought the house on his family farm, and started our life together. We have had two pregnancies so far. Our first ended in miscarriage due to a blighted ovum and our second ended with the death and birth of our beautiful Charlotte. We hope to have many more in the future that end with much happier stories. I love my farmer more than I could ever find the words to describe, so I'll just settle with saying I love him more every day.
I am a teacher. I teach 2nd grade and feel fortunate to be able to say that I love what I do. Actually, its been hard to say I love anything at all lately, but I know that eventually I'll love it again.
I am a doggie-mama. Clyde is my English Bulldog. Adorable. Stinky. Slobbery. Affectionate. Stinky again. Sweet. Spoiled. That's my Clyde.
I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, an aunt, a Godmother, and niece. I am a Catholic. I am a liberal. I am a country girl. I am a shopaholic. I am a wannabe interior decorator. I am a connoisseur of anything potato. I am a trashy TV enthusiast. I am a historical fiction reader. I am a mother without my baby to raise.