Morgan's Purpose

01/19/2026

In partnership with Morgan's Purpose, newborn mini sessions will be offered for free to any family having their first rainbow baby. To schedule a session, please message their page!

01/15/2026

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Finally “Broken Heart Syndrome” is recognized in the medical field as real! So many have tried to explain this shattered feeling of pain only to be told, “It’s all in your head.” Now there is actual proof on scans that can show a broken heart.

01/14/2026

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I’ve been dreading this post. But the silence hurts just as much. Thursday we went into our ultrasound excited to hear our little one’s heartbeat, find out if they were a girl or boy, and get those sweet ultrasound keepsakes. We took Raedyn with us and he was so excited pointing at the screen saying “baby, baby, baby”. The moment it forever etched into my brain. Raedyn and dad were singing the ABC’s. But my heart was pounding, I knew right away, between the techs emotionless face, and the very still ultrasound. She said the dreaded words, “ I’m so sorry but I’m not seeing any fetal cardiac activity” Our sweet little baby’s heart had stopped beating. I couldn’t speak, I just wept into my shirt. Walking out of the clinic, crying, silently, asking why. The drive home was excruciating, and my sweet miracle boy in the back seat just kept saying “mommy hurt” 💔 he doesn’t understand. We made the heartbreaking decision to wait a few days to give Julian a “normal” week at school, and let him attend his wrestling tournament with a clear mind. As I sat there in those high school bleachers, I smiled, I cheered him on, I was fully present. But I was still pregnant. My little one was still inside warm and cozy. We came home that night and it was the last time I felt okay. I was experiencing a silent/missed miscarriage. Where the baby had already stopped growing, but my body hadn’t recognized it. We started the process to stop my body from pregnancy mode at home, but has been unsuccessful. Today we will head into the hospital to have a D&C procedure. Please pray for our kiddos. Pray they are wrapped in love and comfort. Please pray for Rufus and I as we walk this known, and heartbreaking path. We love you all 💜

01/12/2026

We are in need of a few items for support bags if anyone is able to help. We always appreciate it.

01/11/2026

Some days the grief is loud.
Some days it’s quiet and heavy.
And some days it shows up when you least expect it.

If you’re here because you lost a baby—no matter how early, no matter how long ago—your grief is real. Your love is real. And your baby mattered.

There is no timeline for healing. No “right” way to grieve. You don’t have to be strong here. You don’t have to explain yourself. You don’t have to minimize your pain to make others comfortable.

This space exists for the hard days, the angry days, the numb days, and the days when you miss who you were before loss changed you forever.

If today is heavy, you’re not alone.
If today is quiet, that’s okay too.
We’re holding space for you. 🤍

Feel free to share your baby’s name, a memory, or simply a heart below if words feel like too much.

01/11/2026

Especially if she didn’t come home with a baby.

01/07/2026

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01/01/2026

The start of every new year is such a struggle for a mother who has lost a child.
As a Christian, believing in heaven and in the promise that we will see our loved ones again brings a small measure of comfort. Each passing year means we are one year closer. There is also comfort in knowing that our babies are in the most perfect place until then. “He will wipe every tear from their eyes” (Revelation 21:4). Scripture reminds us that “with the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day” (2 Peter 3:8).
I know I will see my babies again. I believe that with my whole heart.
But each new year also makes me feel farther away from her.
I fear losing the memories with time.
I will never forget her little face. But I can’t remember what she smelled like anymore. Once, I could walk into Mercy and wash my hands just to smell that soap—her soap. They don’t use it anymore. Still, I hold onto the promise that “the Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18).
A new year feels different than other holidays.
They're all bittersweet.
As another year passes, I am grateful to be 365 days closer to her. But I am also holding tightly to the past, afraid of losing it while I wait.

Are ya'll ready for a new year mamas?

Praying always for strength, comfort, and gentle remembrance.
Jill 🦋

P.S. If you have not given your heart to the lord and I can help guide you to that decision, please reach out to me.

12/30/2025

January support meetings.