Missing our baby girl. December 30th, 2022.

 If you’re wondering the multiple thoughts going through my mind… This, is one of them. Missing our baby girl, our beautiful little peanut, our Noelle.


From my Facebook Page, Holding onto Hope. December 30th, 2020.

"Today was triggering going back for my first postpartum appointment.

...Seeing the hospital, looking at the entrance we used when we arrived to give birth. Seeing the entrance to the pediatric side of the hospital where our son came in to meet his sister, and where we left when discharged. Pulling down the road towards the office I went to for the last month for appointments, walking in and seeing the nurse who I got to know and one of the midwives...
Everything was an emotional trigger today.
And I know there will be days like this. I cried, a lot, and that’s ok.
What I’m thankful most for is the care I’ve received while there. These people truly are the most compassionate and caring. I never doubted I was in good hands.
If you ever wonder where to go or who to see for pregnancy, be it low or high risk, I’m happy to speak on our experience with all the physicians and staff.
I can let you know about other medical centers and hospitals I spoke with too and who I saw there.
Turns out a lot of good places around the greater KC area in Missouri and Kansas.
Feeling emotional today and so very thankful."

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