Dealing With Loss at Christmas


When Jesse and I decided to start a family, I was terrified that I would one day mis-carry a baby. Although I knew that I would probably survive the trauma, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to walk down that awful road, face those fears and doubts, feel the gut wrenching pain. I’ve had more friends than I thought walk the very road that I feared, and it deeply sickens me to know that level of pain exists for a mother.

One of my dearest friends from childhood lost her baby 3 years ago on Christmas Eve. When I read her written testimony of this event, I just knew that I had to share her story, word for word. I know that there are many out there who have lost someone, and that the holidays can be brutal.

If your heart is hurting or grieving because you are dealing with loss at Christmas please take the time to read this and be encouraged.



“Not knowing what else to do, I sat down with my Bible and outlined my options for facing my most difficult-to-date Christmas: (1) ignore it, (2) fake it, or (3) rescue it.

Option number 1 was tempting, and I probably would have chosen it if I didn’t have a family depending on me for hope. Option 2 was also tempting—but impossible. I didn’t have the emotional energy for it. I wasn’t sure what option 3 would look like, but I wanted it. I wanted to find a way to make Christmas come alive in my broken heart and sad home. I felt desperate for Christmas to be rescued, and even though it seemed like a long shot, I decided to give it a try. I determined that instead of running from Christmas, I would instead invite Jesus into it. I would intentionally let his comfort come to my chaos by leaning into the swirling storm of sorrow and joy rather than away from it. And as I experienced his goodness in those tender days of Christmas, I realized I could have that goodness in all the days I would ever face as we traveled the road of suffering. In the end, the holidays of that first year post-diagnosis turned out to be some of our most beautiful.” – Bo Stern, When Merry Christmas Doesn’t Come Easy


A few weeks ago, Kay Warren posted an article about how receiving a flurry of “perfect” and “happy” family Christmas cards was so hard because many of those people didn’t take time to acknowledge the pain she felt of losing her son to suicide last year. And many of the responses I saw on the internet had some sentiment of “Yeah! Don’t tell me about all that you’re happy about! Don’t you know I’m miserable over here?”

In some ways, I agree. The Bible tells us to mourn with those who mourn, to weep with those who weep, and to rejoice with those who rejoice. And Kay’s friends didn’t seem to be doing a good job in mourning the loss of her son with her.

But she wasn’t rejoicing with those who rejoiced, either.

Before you rail on me for my lack of compassion for those who are hurting at Christmas because they’ve lost a loved one who was near and dear to them, please hear me out.

I know what it is to suffer. I know what it is to despair. I know what it is to shake an angry fist at God and tell Him I am more than just a little bit p!$$ed at Him. Heck, I know what it’s like to flip Him the bird and tell Him how awful I think He is.

I know how hard it is to rejoice with those who rejoice when I am at the lowest of lows.

That might surprise you if you’ve always known me as the “good Christian kid” who minds her P’s and Q’s, obeys all the rules, gets the good grades in school and generally conforms to the expectations society has for being a “good person”.

But then you may not have heard all of my story.

Three years ago tomorrow – yes, on Christmas Eve – Peter and I lost our first baby.

We had a positive pregnancy test on the 17th, confirmed at the doctor’s office on the 18th, told both of our sets of parents in time for Peter’s birthday celebration on the 21st, and then wept bitterly as spotting on Christmas Eve afternoon turned to heavy bleeding with no hope of recovery.

It was awful. And gut-wrenching. And soul-crushing.

And I was lost.

In my defiance, Peter and I decided together that we wouldn’t let Satan win. We would NOT miss out on Christmas simply because tragedy had struck. We WOULD celebrate the birth of our Savior even as we were wounded to our core.

I have never felt so awful in my entire life.

My baby was literally flushed down a toilet as I bled. My husband was lame from an ankle surgery earlier that month, so I was doing all the driving. None of our closest friends who we would have felt comfortable telling were in town. There was absolutely nothing to cling to.

Except Jesus.

Don’t get me wrong – that Christmas was terrible. And I’m crying just thinking about how painful it was to sit through a church service where we celebrate the birth of a baby even as I knew I had just lost mine. A baby who was so loved and wanted and cherished – suddenly gone.

Peter and I both had a week off of work between Christmas and New Year’s, which was helpful. We spent a lot of time crying, zoning out in front of movies, ordering in pizza or Thai food (when we felt like eating, which wasn’t often), and reading through the book of Hebrews together. In Hebrews, we read that Jesus is our Great High Priest who has suffered as we have. He knows all of our temptations and our struggles and our worries and our hurts because He has been there. He knows all the pain and suffering caused by sin – both our own sin and others’ sin committed against us.

That’s the joy of a Savior who was fully man.

And He conquered that all with His death on the cross and His resurrection three days later.

That’s the power of a Savior who is also fully God.

And that is Good News.

As a longtime Christian, I knew that, at least in my head. That is to say, I knew the theological concept and could describe it with all kinds of cool, smart-sounding words and descriptions.

Jesus was about to make sure I knew how it played out in real life, too.

The next few months were not easy. Grief never is, especially for those of us who like to remain composed and in control. There were many days when I cried alone in the bathroom at work, or collapsed into tears at the end of the day, or despaired at the thought of ever having children.

A coworker of mine was pregnant, about 2 months further along than we should have been, and was constantly making comments about how she was eating because baby needed food right now, or how the Sharpie marker to address the envelope packet at work was making her nauseous even in the second trimester, or how she was excited for this or that about being a parent. I hadn’t told anyone at work about losing the baby because I couldn’t handle talking about it more often than I needed to, and I didn’t want “miscarriage” to be the first thing people thought about when they saw me. So this poor gal (who, I found out later, had previously lost several babies, too, some as late as 20 weeks along) had no idea how her totally normal, off-the-cuff, excited parent-to-be comments felt like knives in my wounded heart. One day, after more of her comments than usual, Peter and I talked on the phone while I walked to the bus stop. He was so gracious to remind me about how much Jesus loved me, how much Jesus loved our baby, how Jesus was walking with both of us through this awfulness.

The words that came out of the mouth of the “good Christian kid” shocked me.

“I don’t want Jesus. I want my baby back!”

Ladies and gentlemen, I never would have said that before, either out loud or in the depths of my heart. I never would have admitted that something aside from Jesus had taken priority over Him. That’s idolatry, and every Christian knows that’s just not okay.

But I couldn’t take the words back.

I had just verbally flipped off Jesus … and somehow, I got grace. It was the most honest I had ever been with Him, especially in the midst of so much pain and agony where I thought I knew so many of the “right answers” and didn’t want to admit that I doubted Jesus’ goodness and sovereignty. I was like the child who had something she loved taken away from her, then hits and screams and kicks at the very parent who is trying to wrap her in His arms and hold her as she sobs.

Jesus held me as I sobbed.

He still holds me as I sob.

And you know what? Christmas Eve is still hard. Even with an almost-2 year old running around and another baby in the womb constantly kicking me in the ribs, there is still a lingering sadness.

Not many people remember the date we lost the baby, or the date our baby was due.

But I do.

And Jesus does.

Jesus knows that I have sorrow. He knows that rejoicing in the midst of suffering is hard. Can we just be totally honest?  Rejoicing in the midst of suffering sucks. And I hate it.

But that’s what this world is all about.

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is not seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” – Romans 8: 18 – 25

Rejoicing on Christmas, even in the midst of my suffering, tells the world that my hope is in a Savior who has defeated my sin, defeated Satan, defeated the awfulness that makes miscarriages and suicides and diseases and hurts and disappointments possible and prolific.


Christmas announces that a Savior is here to bring light where there is darkness, to bring peace where there is strife, to bring hope where there is despair, to bring joy where there seems to be only sorrow.


Someday His Kingdom shall be fully on earth as it is in heaven. And we shall partake in the celebration where every knee bows and every tongue confesses that Jesus is Lord and He is Good. And there will be no more sorrow, no more tears, no more darkness.


For now, though, we mourn. But we do not mourn forever as those without hope.

We have Hope. His name is Jesus.


“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone. You have multiplied the nation; you have increased its joy; they rejoice before you as with joy at the harvest, as they are glad when they divide the spoil …


For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end, on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and forevermore. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this.” Isaiah 9:2-3, 6-7
Merry Christmas, friends. May you know Jesus and His peace, even in the midst of suffering that seems too much to bear.

Why I Bought A New Stroller

I bought a new stroller yesterday. I don’t think I mentioned this on the blog, but when we left CA I sold my double BOB. Yes, the one I saved for and found at a great price on Craigslist. I was actually able to sell it for $40 more than what I originally bought it for.

walk with family

One of our first of many family walks with the BOB

Why did I sell it after working so hard to get it?

Well, it’s huge and a beast. And since our small moving crate was already full and we were FLYING to Dallas, I didn’t see a way to transport it. Which is also kinda the reason we sold our one car, the Rav 4 (didn’t mention that either, did I! My brother gave us his 2005 Ford Freestyle, and Jesse’s job is only 2 min. from our front door).

I plan on using public transportation a lot while we’re here because it’s cheap and kids ride free under 5. Buses and trains are MUCH safer than cars, and can I tell you how much easier it is to walk onto a train instead of buckling in two kids in 100 degree heat? The Dallas rail system has a phone app now where I can click and buy a pass for $2.50 and keep the barcode ready on my phone for them to scan. No paper, no machines, easier than writing an email!

Anyways, back to the stroller. The BOB was nice once it was up, but so huge to transport. There is NO WAY I would’ve been able to lug a huge stroller in my hands along with two toddlers onto public transportation. After a ton of research, I realized that if I got a Phil and Teds double stroller or a compact single stroller with a click on ride-board on back, I wouldn’t actually need to collapse the stroller when getting on the bus or train, since it met the size requirements. In other words, I could have AJ buckled in, get on the train, put on the stroller brake, and be done! Gregory’s almost 4 and doesn’t like being in the stroller most of the time anyways. Having the ride-board on back will mean that when he’s tired he can “skateboard” while I push.

Random uploaded photo from Amazon that I don't mind using as an example!

Random uploaded photo from Amazon that I don’t mind using as an example!

Not to mention that the used city-mini I got was only $60 on Craigslist (I sold my BOB for $340!), and folds up with one swift hand motion using a strap in the middle. And it weights less than any stroller I’ve ever seen at only 22 pounds (the BOB was close to 40!). It actually has a shoulder strap for carrying it around like a purse!!

city mini


After trying this in person yesterday, I can tell you that it really is this easy!



I cannot wait to try this out, so as soon as the ride-board comes in the mail, I see another trip to downtown or to the zoo in our immediate future! More updates to come, I’m sure!

For shopping purposes:

City Mini Single

Phil and Teds Double (on my “someday” list!)

BOB Duallie (the one I just sold)

Should 2 Year Olds Have Birthday Parties?

2 year old partyAt some point in time, every parent wonders how they should approach birthdays. As a family, for the last 4 birthdays in a row, we have paid very close attention to the boys’ birthdays. I’ve thrown a Old MacDonald Party, Basketball Party, Dump Truck Party and a Train Party.

For AJ’s 2nd birthday party however, we just invited the family over for some hotdogs and potato salad. My mom let us use leftover cake from Easter, and we picked up a chocolate cupcake at a bakery for AJ. In total, we had only 5 or 6 presents tops.

No guests. No decorations. No games. No fancy cake.

And you know what? It was just as much fun! For me, it was probably even MORE fun. Sure, we did a little bit of extra cleaning throughout the day, paying special attention to a good deep cleaning of the deck, but we were probably going to do that anyways. Because I wasn’t stressed out about guests and decorations, I was able to relax and enjoy myself! I didn’t realize that a small part of me was dreading birthdays because of all the “work” involved.

And our 2 year old loved all the attention during his birthday song. He was so hilarious while he ate his cupcake that he actually had quite a large audience gathered around him for the better part of an hour. Get this– he divided the cupcake in half, right down the center, and didn’t touch the other half (not even the frosting!) until he was finished with the first half. We even tried to rotate the cupcake when he wasn’t looking, but he just reached his hand over and continued to eat from the opposite side. See what I mean about how he marches to the beat of his own drummer?

The entire time we sang, he gave us coy smiles.

Aj happy over cake

Aj clapping over cake

Once we blew out the candles, the drama began. We attempted to take the candles out, but he screamed, “NONONO!” as loud as he could muster.

AJ crying over cake 2

AJ crying over cake 3

AJ crying over cake 4

Finally, he tasted a little bit of frosting and calmed down 🙂 See if you can spot Gregory’s “gollum-face” in this next picture as he eyes AJ’s chocolate cake.

AJ eating cake with Gregory watching

AJ coy face at birthday

AJ messy cake face 3 signature

AJ messy cake face 1 signature

AJ opening presents 1

AJ opening presents 2


What about you? Do you host parties every year for your kids?

House Tour: The Nursery

Boys Room Cover Shot

I know– I’m breaking ALL the rules by not waiting until Saturday to show this. But they’re my rules. And my rules are made to be broken. Just ask my boys, right?

I’ll admit– while there are many things I’ve eased up on as a mother, my kids’ beds are not one of them. They only have organic mattresses and pillows, despite the fact that we’re on a budget and we scrimp and save in other ways. This just isn’t an area I am willing to compromise on.

This room is TINY, in case you can’t tell from the pictures– around 9′ by 14′, in fact. But it’s right off of our room, and easily fits two toddlers. We love having the boys so close for those bad dream nights.

Back in the day, when I was designing Gregory’s baby room in Dallas TX, I knew I wanted owls for the theme. I also knew that I wanted to incorporate woodsy/rustic furnishings, using the colors light gray and blue. When we moved the boys in together here at our new house, I found fabric online and used my new sewing machine to whip up curtains, duvet covers, and pillowcases. I knew that we couldn’t paint a birch tree accent wall like our old place, given that the main wall in this little room has large french doors, so I went with birch tree curtains instead!

Boys Room Wide Shot with curtains signature


Boys room owl lamp signature


Boys Room Owl Bedding Set signature


Boys Room toys


These wooden toys were handmade by a friend of my sister in law. Aren’t they just precious?

Boys Room wooden toys


Boys Room curtain closeup


Boys Room Owl and chevron bedding set signature


Boys Room Elephant Pictures

Fun fact: I hand-sewed (no machine even!) this owl blanket while I was pregnant with Gregory.

Boys Room rocking chair


You may have noticed you haven’t seen a dresser yet. That’s because we hid it in the closet! We also painted it with chalkboard paint so that we could label the drawers on the outside. And, yes– the handles are made from rope. I got it from a thrift store a few years ago, and it was beat up and missing a few handles, so we just took the plunge and removed them all!

Boys Room Chalkboard Dresser Signature


Boys Chalkboard dresser closeup


Boys Room Rope Handles on dresser

Boys room closet


At one end of their closet is an attic crawlspace. I hope they never find it!….

Boys Room crawlspace


Originally, Jesse told me this sign was too girly. I didn’t listen to him. “You Are My Sunshine” is a very special song for me, and I use the song lyrics whenever possible 🙂 The footprints below are from the birth center when Gregory was born!

Boys Room You Are My Sunshine


Boys Room Laundry Basket


Right outside the door, we have hooks for the boys with their jackets and bathrobes

Boys Room coat hooks with initials


That’s it! I hope you enjoyed the nursery tour!