Jan 15, 2014
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heartache and hope after losing a baby

Today our “Real Mom” is Casey Wiegand. I met Casey over a year ago and I will never forget her smile. Casey lights up the room and is the kindest soul I’ve ever met. I’m so thankful she is willing to share her story with all of us. Most importantly I’m so thankful that she can bring so many of us hope and light by sharing her tender story. 

Casey Wiegand 

When you lose something that you love so fiercely and so dearly, it shatters all of you. And when you slowly glue the pieces back together one by one, piece by piece…. then, when you are finally put back together… you’re different. The scars are a constant reminder of not only what was lost but also what all you have to lose. 

You can love differently. Better.
Because you know it’s fragile. 

Life. It’s a gift. 
A gift to be cherished, celebrated, adored.
 4 little “A’s” still hang from Chris’ necklace. A daily reminder that we have 4 precious babies. 


The one who didn’t walk here along side of me, but that one that forever changed my life.
A brief life yet so much meaning.

I never imagined creeping into my second trimester that I would lose our sweet babe.

I never imagined being so embarrassed to admit in my “real life” that I was hurting so bad.
It was so much easier to write about it. 


I had a friend lose a baby recently. Every time I hear those words or every time I see an email in my inbox, I can instantly understand what they are going through. 

A loss, a death that is so sad and so deep….it truly can’t be described until you are there. I will never forget that day in the sonogram room, the feeling of emptiness. 

The drive home. 

The d&c.

I remember standing up after the d&c thinking…how can this be?? I had my sweet babe safely in my womb & now it is empty. why???

All those dreams for that sweet babe. All the thoughts and prayers and excitement for that precious life…how can they all be taken so quickly?

I ached after that loss. I wanted to be strong but I ached. 

I rejoiced over those two healthy precious babies at home and told myself that if that is all God had for us, I was truly blessed and thankful. 

I often get asked about how my pregnancy with Apple was after our loss. It was terrifying, it was different. The first two I had a clueless confidence, I didn’t realize the fragility of what I had…how it could be gone in an instant with no warning signs. I was glowing and beaming and never for a second thought about anything going wrong before our loss. But with Apple, I carried that. Every sonogram my knees shook in the waiting room, my prayers poured out at night to protect her and keep her with us. I fought fear until the moment she was in my arms.

Not only was Apple our rainbow baby but also a sweet symbol of Hope for me.

A new humility and sensitivity entered my spirit when it came to this subject. As someone before who hadn’t known the struggles of infertility or loss- I didn’t notice what I notice now.

“If you haven’t already gathered, or happen to be reading this blog for the first time in your life, I am a melancholy girl through and through. I find beauty in not only the beautiful things in life, but the bittersweet and sad as well. To me, there is something poignantly lovely about the human experience from its splendor to its grief. God created all our emotions, not just the happy ones, and for His good purposes. That’s why a good cry can feel so good. And hitting our limits forces us to look outside ourselves for a Savior. It is in the plea, when we’re at our end, that we can find that which is truly life-giving. Personally, my moments of deepest grief, deepest pain, have resulted in the most beautiful seasons in my heart. I’ve met God more intimately in those moments than in
all the other pleasant ones combined. What isn’t completely lovely about that?” – Leslie from Top of the Page

The thing about heartache is…it changes your perspective on life.
It makes you softer (if you let it), it makes you more understanding (if you let it), it makes you love bigger and makes you more available to relate to others who share in hurt.

I will forever be changed by his life. – Casey 


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xx,

Jenna



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