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#bereavedparents connects grieving parents, providing community support, shared experiences, and healing. It fosters understanding, compassion, and awareness of loss, encouraging emotional expression and remembrance of cherished children lost too soon.
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He is truly the absolute best husband and father ❤️ Wren & Carter are so beyond lucky to have you 🫶🏼 #bereavedparents #husband #father #baby #stillbirth #grief #loss #stillborn #bereavedmother #marriage #dad #mom #babyboy #rainbowbaby #dadsoftiktok #husbandwife #babytiktok #Love #highschoolsweethearts #fyp #foryoupage #creatorsearchinsights #explore #trending
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I held my daughter as she took her last breaths, but I was also terrified I might be losing two of my children at once. Just weeks before our late daughter, Marsaili’s, final hospital stay, we found out I was expecting our third child. Nobody knew. And then, on her second night in the hospital, I started bleeding. Josh rushed me to the ER while my brother stayed with Marsaili. The only way I could tell my family I was pregnant was by telling them I thought I was losing the baby. Hours later, the doctors said - for now - the baby was okay. But they diagnosed me with a subchorionic hemorrhage and a “threat of miscarriage.” They told me to rest. But how? One child was hospitalized. Another was sick at home. And now, I was at risk of losing the one I hadn’t even met yet. As I prayed over Marsaili in her final days, I was also pleading with God not to take two of my children at once. I was begging Him to hold my tiny baby inside me as I held the hands of my dying daughter. I don’t have words for that kind of pain. But I can tell you this: Jesus was there. I have never felt His presence more closely than I did then. Grief and fear were woven into every moment, but so was He. In the hospital room. In the ER. In my whispered prayers. I still don’t have all the answers, and I don’t think I ever will this side of heaven. But I do know this: even in the darkest moments, we are never forsaken. If you’ve ever carried both grief and hope in the same breath, you’re not alone. #bereavedmother #rainbowbaby #pregnancyafterloss #griefjourney #childloss #bereavedparents
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This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t how my breastfeeding journey was supposed to go. I never planned on exclusively pumping for all three of my children. But after my first was born, 6 weeks unpaid maternity leave and undiagnosed PPA made it necessary. I exclusively pumped and supplemented with formula for six months. Then, our second was medically complex and couldn’t take anything by mouth her entire life. Despite numerous hospital stays and to the shock of our healthcare providers, I exclusively pumped and provided all of her nutrition for nine months. When our third came along, I thought “this is it. I can do this now.” And I’m sure I could have, but I quickly realized that in the chaos of grief and navigating so much “new” again with a newborn, I needed some familiarity. So here we are. Exclusively pumping for a third time. And I’m proud. You should be, too. No matter what your breastfeeding journey looks like - whether you chose to pump, combo, direct nurse, or formula feed - you are an amazing mother. Be proud of the miracles you do every day, mama. You deserve to be celebrated. #breastfeeding #exclusivelypumping #postpartum #handsfreebreastpump #momcozy #breastfeedingjourney #rainbowbaby #bereavedparents.
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One of my favorite images we captured at our newborn session with Brielle was this one - a recreation of the picture I took holding her late sister. Brielle never got the chance to meet Marsaili, but I can’t wait to tell her all about her. I held both of my girls in this space, and it’s a blessing to be able to say that. #bereavedmother #rainbowbaby #pregnancyafterloss #griefjourney #childloss #infantloss #bereavedparents #newbornphotography #mademethinkofyou #itmademethinkofyou
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This season of life is beautiful but exhausting. So we asked for one thing for Christmas: @DoorDash gift cards. Date nights out? Sure, they’re SO much fun. But when it’s winter, you have a newborn, and sleep is scarce, sometimes a quiet, cozy Door Dash date night in after the kids are asleep is everything. It’s not about grand gestures - it’s about small, intentional efforts to prioritize each other, even in the chaos. These moments remind us that connection doesn’t have to be complicated, just consistent. What’s your favorite way to reconnect with your partner during the busy seasons? Drop your tips below. I’d love to hear them! #bereavedparents #newborn #bereavedmother #rainbowbaby #griefjourney #marriage #datenightideas
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One of my favorite videos I’ve ever done and it’s still accurate 😂 #bereavedmother #rainbowbaby #griefjourney #bereavedparents #parenthumor #parksandrec #whobrokeit
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Church ‘Fit Check 💜⬇️ Right now, I have a (sometimes lofty) daily goal: to get myself dressed - out of the sweats and into clothes that make me feel alive again. For years, I’ve avoided it. Grief is heavy, and my body looks completely different than it used to. It’s hard to recognize myself sometimes, and I’ve been guilty of holding onto clothes “just in case.” Instead of embracing where I am now, I kept reaching for sweats, avoiding the simple act of replacing old jeans with ones that actually fit this (perfectly wonderful) version of me. You may have heard of the phrase “get your pink back.” It’s a reference to the way flamingo mothers lose their vibrant color for a time as they lovingly give so much of themselves for their babies. They then get their pink back with time. I’ve always resonated deeply with this. After my first two babies, it took me about 18 months to feel like myself again. But after birthing three children and grieving the loss of our second, I’ve realized something… I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m not waiting 18 months to feel good again. I want to nourish my body, mind, and spirit now. And while getting dressed each day might seem small or even silly, it’s one of the things that’s helping me feel like me again. A newer version of me. I don’t recognize myself in old pictures, and maybe I’m not supposed to. That version of me was beautiful, but so is this one. This version has lived through so much, and she’s bound to look different. And that’s okay. The other thing helping me feel alive? Realizing that what will ultimately “bring my pink back” is seeing the ways that motherhood has made my life fuller, richer, more vibrant than ever. Their love, their laughter, their presence - it’s all a gift coloring my world in ways I never expected. #BereavedMother #RainbowBaby #BereavedParents #GettingMyPinkBack #MidsizeStyle #BodyAfterBaby #GriefHealing #MomStyle #RestorationJourney #PostpartumStyle #GriefJourney
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This song came on my Spotify while I was cooking dinner yesterday, and my mood immediately shifted as I listened to the words. I had never heard it before, but it felt like it was meant for that moment. One of my favorite lines says, “And when I get to that city I cannot see, I’ll know that even this valley was a golden stream.” As a mama walking through grief, this resonated with me deeply. There have been so many times over the past three years that we have felt the weight and loneliness of the valley. It’s been tempting to let the overwhelm and anxiety consume us. But in those moments, we’ve been convicted by the Holy Spirit to praise anyway. To trust anyway. To look for the golden streams anyway. Now, in the “after” of grief, I find myself constantly reminding my heart: these moments - the simple ones, the ordinary ones, even the mundane ones - are the ones I once prayed for. The ones that felt impossibly far away in the deepest parts of sorrow. If you’re in the valley, I pray you see glimpses of golden streams today. Keep going. You’re not alone. #bereavedmother #rainbowbaby #griefjourney #childloss #bereavedparents #GriefHealing
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