This was cross-posted on Dazed Dad last week as we remembered Micah and Judah’s deaths just four weeks earlier. I am continuing to process my grief and journey through our loss on that site, and have written a few posts recently that you might be interested in:
- The Little Blue Plus Sign: a post sharing some of what happened when Sarah and I found out we were pregnant
- An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination: A short review of one of the best memoirs that I’ve read dealing with infant loss
- The Grass Continued to Grow: what to do when you realize that the world continues to move on after your loss
- Community Support Prepares Us for Journey Alone: some thoughts on community support and grief
- Integrating the Grief: what integration looks like
Four Weeks Ago Today I Became a Dad
Four weeks ago at this very minute (6:49am), I became a dad. I saw Micah delivered first; I even saw his little tiny 19-week 3-day arms and legs moving a bit when he first came out. And then little Judah, tiny Judah 2 ounces lighter than his bigger, older brother. I didn’t remember it at the time, but I had my “Becoming a Dad” blog entry set to post that morning, and while it was never in the way I would have ever imagined, I was more a dad that morning than I had ever been.