We are Rock Stars!

Compliments of the free photobooth with Dave FM at the Taste of Alpharetta last Thursday night. Matt said the photo looked like an album cover, while I feel like I'm in an Old Navy ad. Nonetheless, it was fun.

An Answer

Ecclesiastes 11:5

"As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother's womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things."

An answer, one that people, I, have trouble accepting, but an answer nontheless.

Happy Mother's Day to Me

We celebrated our first Mother's Day this year. It was a difficult day, but also sweet. I would not trade little Ethan and the brief time I had with him for anything. Matthew made the day special for me. Simply being told "Happy Mother's Day" was wonderful, but he went all out and made me a blueberry cobbler from scratch and wrote me the most beautiful card. I love my husband and I love being a mother.

Congratulations, Clint!

You did it, Clint! We are so proud of you! We love you.

Precious Hands and Feet

A baby's hands and feet are precious. So tiny, yet so perfect and ready to experience life. They help the little one learn about the world around them. Our little Ethan's are even smaller. They still experienced life on this Earth, though short. Imagine what they might be learning and enjoying in Heaven (if we will even have hands and feet). :)

Ethan's Flowers

Family and friends blessed us with bouquets of flowers with Ethan's passing. We became quite attached to them, as they represented many things to us. Not only did they show with their presence how much others care for us, their vivid colors supplied comfort, along with their amazing fragrance that filled the house for almost two weeks. All things must come to an end. Yes, sadly, the flowers have been retired to la basura, but with the photos taken, we can remember their beauty and the comfort they gave us.

Bone to Pick

Who the hell coined the medical term "incompetent cervix"? Really? We have been mourning the death of our son for two weeks and now with our follow-up appointment since our pre-term labor and delivery, we have more to mourn. As wonderful and compassionate as our doctor was during our visit, it did nothing but bring up new hurt and cause the old (but not really) to resurface. I feel like my body killed our Ethan. Oh, I am so pissed at my body. I feel defective. And I truly and deeply dislike the blasted term named above!

TMI to Some

Well, apparently I have a stupid cervix. All the tests the hospital ran came back negative. No infection, healthy baby, good blood work so...I have a stupid cervix. STUPID CERVIX!!! This is very upsetting to me, yet I know any reason provided as to why I went in to early labor would upset me. So, we are now forever going to be considered high-risk with any future pregnancy, which also means work will cease and I will become the couch's best friend again. Also, I will definitely be signing up for short-term disability this go around. Stupid cervix.

It's Not Suppose to Be This Way

My arms are empty. My eyes do not see him. I do not hear his hungry cry throughout the house. I can't smell the baby shampoo that caressed his beautiful head. I can't taste his little fingers with my kisses.

It's not suppose to be this way.

Our Beloved Son

Ethan Matthew Anderson came to be with us at 10:19pm on Thursday, April 21, 2011. We were able to love on him for a short while before the Lord decided to take him Home. We are deeply saddened and grieving, yet find comfort in knowing he is safe, whole and we will be reunited. As tiny as he was, he had noticeable features of each parent. Most of his grandparents and some of his aunts and one uncle were able to meet him, along with two of our good friends. We have been surrounded with love, prayer, grieving, which have all helped comfort us and we appreciate all of you. We chose his name, Ethan, due to its meaning of 'strong' and 'perseverance'. His middle name was chosen after his father's name and its meaning 'gift from God'.