Our Life with Oliver

I never thought I would be that person. That person that has to utter the words "my son died". Those words make me sick to my stomach, I get nervous, I want to cry. It brings on so many emotions at once. Those words don't come close to what my son actually did. He lived. He lived inside of me for 34 weeks 5 days. He touched the lives of so many people. He taught us that life is short and precious. He showed us what is important. His journey reaches out to other mothers who are facing the same journey with their baby boys and girls. That choosing to carry to term can be beautiful and memorable. Losing our children is sad enough, but you can make so many memories while you are still together. I never thought I would be that person. That person who became such a strong advocate for carrying to term despite poor or fatal diagnosis. I had different views before we became pregnant with Oliver. After our journey, so much has changed. If I can carry my son to give him a f