I can’t write about your birth earthside without first writing about when I first recognized your sweet presence. There I sat in the balmy dark front yard under the light of a full moon mere days away from your “embaby” transfer date, and I prayed. In the welcoming quiet of the night sky, I closed... Continue Reading →
IVF {on being the Mother of Embryos}
About two years ago, I began REGULAR, counseling sessions both with and without David present. Yes, to talk about our marriage (especially at the beginning). Yes, to process the emotional impact of leaving my career to stay at home as a mama. And, yes, most recently, to process the trauma that years of infertility +... Continue Reading →
Roots & Sky {Homecoming}
I've been waiting a long time to say that the Hasz family has finally come home. Matter of fact, I think I've honestly been waiting for some sort of a culmination. A mix of the "fire by night," the "cloud by day," and the promises of jobs, babies and peace to all align. Ever since... Continue Reading →
To My Son {On My First Day of Maternity Leave}
To My Little Lion Baby, Bent over in pain with small contractions coming and going yesterday, I was reminded of the week you were conceived. I left the reproductive endocrinologist's office with you gently placed in my body, but with no guarantees as to whether or not you would be able to flourish and grow.... Continue Reading →
My first pregnancy pickle {And other 9 week updates}
The headline for this week should probably read: "After daily injections since July 3 (due to medical aide in this whole getting pregnant process), Tuesday, September 17, marked the final hormonal injection during this pregnancy!" Woohoo! I'm over-the-moon excited; however, I never imagined myself so adept at administering injections. I've given myself shots on a... Continue Reading →
The flooding of Grace
After several weeks absent from my blog, I opened my own webpage and began to read again of Dandelion Dreams. On that sunny morning, I had just marked the four week anniversary of our miscarriage and the two week anniversary of Grandpa Bill's death. My shriveled heart was due for a long soak in the... Continue Reading →