Hi, I’m Mom, but most people call me Julie.
I say most people because my niece calls me Judy, my friends call me Gonzo, Hooles, “J”, Jules, or JC, my aunt calls me Peanut, and my husband calls me Kit. There are stories behind each name, but for the purposes of this blog, we’ll focus on my favorite: “Mom”.
I’ve always been someone who turned to writing as a form of therapy. Selfishly, this blog started as a place for me to sort through my thoughts. No “greater purpose” or mission. Then I began doing more research about stillbirths…
Each year, more than 26,000 babies are stillborn in the United States. Thats one out of every 160 or more than 70 babies per day. What’s more, one third of those families will receive no explanation as to why this may have happened. Some research suggests that figure is even closer to 50% or higher. Andrew and I fit into that group.
In the weeks following the worst day of my life, I realized two things:
1) I never wanted a day to go by that I didn’t think about or talk to Ruby.
2) There are 25,999 other families every year experiencing the same heartbreak as Andrew and I, but nobody is talking about it. The research is slim and answers are few, but the grief is deep and all consuming.
Things need to change.
This blog is my tribute to my first born daughter. It is my way of keeping her a part of my everyday life. It is written through periods of grief and triumph, sadness and hope, anger and determination. It is written to talk about the hell of losing a child, but the importance in finding the beauty in everyday.
Life is beautiful and precious and fragile and it is my belief that I owe it to Ruby to live fully in her honor.
Contact me: email@example.com