tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post3009708791567952044..comments2024-03-22T12:43:09.039-04:00Comments on Still Playing School: SistersDevanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05623352274996033195noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post-67984298599338299712012-03-21T10:59:54.520-04:002012-03-21T10:59:54.520-04:00It makes my day when someone mentions my son and h...It makes my day when someone mentions my son and his name or acknowledges my pain in some way. By someone talking about our babies, they aren't reminding us that they died but by saying their names, they are showing us that they remember and care about them as much as they do my living children. <br /><br />I really appreciate those who even include my son's name on a Christmas card, give him a valentine when my other kids are given one....simply when they include him just like they do my living kids.Jenn @Treasuring Lifes Blessingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11064643472453403394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post-36894692269696122732012-03-16T14:25:59.764-04:002012-03-16T14:25:59.764-04:00Danika never cared for babies (she doesn't eve...Danika never cared for babies (she doesn't even play with dolls) until Eli was born and then died. Now, every time she sees a baby, she wants to go see them. She compliments the parents saying "I like your baby." and is just so in love with them - it breaks my heart because I know she wants "her" baby back. (And being 4, she tells me that every day too.) :o(Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02543112441584274481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post-71368921936862846002012-03-16T14:23:11.048-04:002012-03-16T14:23:11.048-04:00Reading this made me tear up a bit. You are an am...Reading this made me tear up a bit. You are an amazing writer. Seriously! I love reading your blog. It does really hurt me when people don't talk about by baby. It makes me feel like they don't care like they used to when she first passed away, or that they have forgotten, honestly. Maybe it makes them uncomfortable, or maybe they don't know how to bring it up, or what to say. I would be so happy if one of my friends had a conversation with me about my daughter. Or even mentioned her! It might make me cry a little, but it would also make me so, SO happy. I love talking about her. She's still my baby. I want to acknowledge her. I want to brag about how pretty I think she is. I want people to remember her, to know she existed.Ambernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post-84835938922283968702012-03-16T14:17:32.760-04:002012-03-16T14:17:32.760-04:00Dev. Scarlet has a sister too. But no one knows it...Dev. Scarlet has a sister too. But no one knows it to look at my family, seeing only one child. My heart breaks with yours. At church and at the park last week, Scarlet ran up to babies in their carrier, bent down and just stood and stared. Both babies were girls. It crushes my soul each time. She will never look at her sister like that. She will never look at her at all. I love u, and E, and V. And my S, and F. Our girls did not deserve to be robbed of that special bond or best friend. I'm struggling along side you. Many many hugs my friend.julznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post-39884108560310114722012-03-16T14:14:55.021-04:002012-03-16T14:14:55.021-04:00Please don't stop talking to me. I have a baby...Please don't stop talking to me. I have a baby who is very much alive inside of me and that may not carry over once she is born into this world but she is here now and even after she passes she won't be something we talk about in hushed voices. Her life will be celebrated each and every year, she will always be my daughter and she will always be a baby sister to my two girls. She is a child, not someone who should be forgotten.Shelly V.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post-17088571571169450582012-03-16T14:08:11.721-04:002012-03-16T14:08:11.721-04:00I want people to acknowledge my Dexter. I'll b...I want people to acknowledge my Dexter. I'll be honest, there are times .. even within the BLM community, where I feel my son isn't as important as other's babies who have passed. So when someone takes the time to say something about him or talk to me about him.. it's something that lifts my heart up. I am afraid he will fade away & no one will remember him but me & his Daddy.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09052649899465267013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197809670591896593.post-87642138758973684872012-03-16T13:56:49.134-04:002012-03-16T13:56:49.134-04:00Tears streaming down my face as I read this - I fe...Tears streaming down my face as I read this - I feel the same way seeing my daughter with other children, wishing so much that her big brother and little brother could be here with her and that her life was not tainted by their deaths and at such an early age. <br /><br />I much prefer people talk about my sons. They are still my children. People will never "remind" me that they died, it's not something anyone can forget, even for 10 seconds. Compare it to a living child - that parent always has their child on their mind, even while they're working or doing other things without their children. Same goes for those of us who have buried our children. So no one should be afraid of mentioning them. We want the freedom to talk about our children. Tears may fall, but that's ok. I'd rather my children be acknowledged and my daughter's pain also be acknowledged.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02543112441584274481noreply@blogger.com