For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.

Psalm 139: 13-18

Our Leo


I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of Him. So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.

1 Samuel 1:27-28
Showing posts with label Leo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leo. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Leo's Memorial Pictures From CarlyMarie | Infant loss and Awareness


CarleyMarie has been the mastermind behind The Grief Effect since 2007. 

I was fortunate enough to have her create a piece for Leo. 


Isn't it incredible? CarlyMarie is so inspiring. 

I too am still brainstorming ideas on how to help this community through creative work.

She is such an inspiration to me. 


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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Dresser Drawer | Infant Loss Awareness

Dresser Drawer...


Bathed in soft light,
You left us to greet angels above.
I watched as your soul gently left your tiny body,
Wishing I could hold on to you just a little while longer.

Soft plucking of harp strings
Welcomes you to the golden light
of God's loving embrace.
Family greets you with smiles and love,
Pain and tears are all wiped away,
And you are encircled and join in a symphony of praising your Father in heaven.

I tell you I love you one last time...
I whisper in your tiny ear, "I'll be there soon." 
Tears thicken in my shattered heart.

I gather everything you've touched,
Wanting to bottle up this feeling so I can have it forever.
No more will I see your face.
No more will my heart be full.


All I have is a drawer...
Filled with mementos that aren't worthy of remembering you by.
Every kiss I placed on your head haunts me. 
Your soft skin against my cheek is all I long for.


All I have are your ashes and a few fleeting memories...
Until I am greeted with the light of your embrace,
When I make my home, up in the sky,  just like you did...

All I have is my baby in the dresser drawer...



I wear a coat of angels' breath and warm myself with His love. 
~Terri Guillemets

Sunday, December 19, 2010

You Never Know | Infant Loss

" Only one who has been washed in the blood of the Lamb
can both weep and laugh at the same time, and with hearts
that are breaking in pieces scattered all over the floor say
with sincerity and honesty that it is well with my soul..."
- Gary J. Oliver

Time and time again I am shocked by my encounters with strangers who have no regard for others. I'm a realist, striving to be an optimist in this crazy world, but more and more reality smacks me in the face. Yesterday just reaffirms my anguish in yet another series of ridiculous events that cause deep wounds in my already broken heart. 

I value myself as a decent parent, one who disciplines appropriately and follows through with consequences. So, when I am confronted by a store clerk about my parenting skills I am a little taken a-back. To give you a rough idea of the scene, my husband and I were choosing new glasses at the optometrist. This process was taking far too long, as this un-efficent clerk was taking her sweet time. I did my best to keep my three year old daughter occupied with games on my iphone, showing her different items int he store, etc, but, after being patient for over an hour, she was starting to get bored and rambunctious. I quietly took her out of the store multiple times to calm her down and let her know that we were in a store and that we needed to be quiet and patient. After the longest hour of my life, my hubby was finally able to take our daughter to another part of the store while I finished up the transaction. As soon as they left, this woman politely informed me with the following: 

"Is she always that hyperactive? You know, I raised many kids, even crack babies, and let me tell you, behavior like your daughters just gets worse with age. You really need to think about your parenting. Maybe if she wasn't an only child, she would behave better..."

As I gaged on my words and anger searing through my brain all I could think of was WOW. Is this today's world? A world in which a laughing child in a store could cause such a problem for another parent? A world in which customer service consists of telling strangers they are bad parents? 

"If God hides the reason for His works from us, and it is too high
for us to reach, let us shut our mouths;... let us glorify God and
not be ashamed to be ignorant. The true wisdom of the faithful is
to know no more than it has pleased God to show them."
- John Calvin

Lucky for her, I am a Christian woman. So I prayed for patience, quietly took the brunt force trauma to my ego, paid and left. I left the store feeling an inch tall. Not only am I a bad parent, but even worse because I only have one living child. I could have informed her that I have 2 children, that my son lives in Heaven. I could have told her to F-Off, or mind her business, but I didn't. I just prayed and took up my "Cross" yet again. 

"He (the Christian believer) can say, "If I should lose all I have, it is better
that I should lose than have if God so wills: 
the worst calamity is the wisest and the kindest thing that could befall me if God ordains it." 
"We know that all things work together for good to them that love God."
-Charles Spurgeon


I left the store and headed to find my husband and daughter. Rattled by this encounter I started into an emotional downward spiral. Luckily we were headed to church, and I found hope and comfort in realizing clarity I am blessed with and that despite others opinions, I am proud of where I am today as a parent and a person. I just pray that the next time my daughter who tests off the charts for her age is compared to a crack baby, I'll be able to keep my cool. I really don't want to be forced to pull the "I have a dead baby" card, but I am getting close to the end of my rope.

"The only right attitude towards suffering is worship,
or humble self-surrender."
-John R. W. Stott

2011, you can't arrive quickly enough!! 

This is my comfort in my affliction,
that Your Word has revived me.
- Psalm 119:50

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Christmas Reflections....



As Christmas quickly approaches, I'm yet again distracted that my little man is not with us. His stocking hangs lovingly placed between ours, reminding us that he should be here. I fight the urge to buy a small gift for him; what would I do with it? I sit, broken hearted, watching in awe as Nevaeh discovers more wonders of Christmas, longing for Leo to be next to her, experiencing it all as well. My heart aches knowing I will never have these memories with him. 


I find myself reminiscing over the days I had with Leo. I've struggled significantly in moving forward as any mother would. I have had to defend my son's existence to far too many people who are close to me. That alone causes scars that are much deeper than those of loosing a child. This gapping hole I wear in my heart, aches with a longing I can't describe. 


And so, we are at a cross roads, trying to get pregnant again. All I can think of is that this next baby won't replace Leo. That I still will have a hole in my world, where he should be. We never forget our children.. they are part of our very souls. 


God has also placed Kenya on my heart. I'm being led towards adopting from Kenya in addition to having another biological child. As I sit imagining bringing home a child from Kenya, I am brought to tears. This is so heavy on my heart I feel as though I might explode. I know this is years down the line. Please keep us in your prayers and we explore this incredible journey into international adoption and trying to get pregnant again. We have faith that things will work out, and are so thankful for the support we've gained from so many others.


©Micah Albert 




This Christmas, 

Hold your precious little ones...
Savor their gleaming eyes as they absorb Christmas wonders.
Capture moments today, 
because you never know what those memories could mean...
Remember those in need this Christmas,
and bless others as you have been blessed. 
Kiss the cheeks of those you love and 
take a moment to hug a little longer this Christmas....






Sunday, September 12, 2010

It is well with my soul...

Remember that day?

Remember that day we thought everything would be fine?

Remember that day we were just being cautious?

The day our whole world changed.

The day we were blessed with a son.

Remember those fleeting moments?

Remember the fear and the pain?

Remember when we held our son as he died in our arms?

Remember how God spared my life and not my son’s?

I remember.
I don't know His plans for me, or what my journey has in store. I have been so blessed in my life... and though I miss my baby boy, I know  “it is good with my soul.”

Philippians 4:6-7 
6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

One Year... and still you live on....

 
To my son,


One year. One year without you in my life; in my arms. Tears still fall, pain still strickens my core. I walk from one day to the next, aching to ease the subtle grief that never seems to cease from lingering on my heart. Cuddling friend's little ones deepens my longing for you. I miss you. I think think back to the fateful day you were brought into this world, and still wonder why my life was spared and not yours. With every inch of my being I knew what was to come that warm July morning. Oh how terrible, and and comforting to know what was to happen in your final hours. I am blessed to have known you and blessed to have been your mommy, even if for only a little while. I cling to our moments together. The crimson scar I wear is a constant reminder of our short time together; its one of the only things I have. Your sister asks about you often; she wonders when we can bring you home. Swallowing tears is something I am adept to these days, as I remind her where you are. She always smiles and says, "Oh yea mommy, he is sleeping with the angels and the harps." I always wonder if there are harps... she always says it. I wonder what she knows and what she sees. She is my window into your resting place. I still catch glimpses of you in her sleeping face.




July 4, 2010
"I sit on my bed with your box of treasures. Opening the lid, I gaze upon the casts of your hands and feet. I forget how tiny you were in my palms. These tiny casts of your feet illustrate your incredibly small size. Tears fall as I hold the velvet pouch with your ashes. Closing the lid, I breath deep, and put your things back in the drawer. This communion we have, this remembering, is so precious to me."


I cautiously prayed about how to honor you as we approached the one year anniversary of your passing. Suddenly I was struck with the idea to ask others to participate in a name memorial. I wasn't sure what to expect, or if anyone one would be interested in being part of this special project. Boy, was I wrong. For 2 weeks now my inbox has been flooded with heartfelt words of love and encouragement along with images of your precious name captured by strangers who have been touch by the story of your precious life... 


I am inspired by your strength to share and touched by your story, and Leo's.  Thank you so much for sharing. You are amazing! As we were lighting the candles for one of these pictures, we prayed for Leo. Each and every one of those, so precious and unique just like him. I am awed by your strength and your faith. I have now been touched by you and Leo. i can't help but see him in everything. I just want to tell you that I think you have grown into a very strong amazing woman.I love you!! I'm hoping and praying many people come together to celebrate Leo. I LOVE this memorial Kellene, it's beautiful! My first time photographing letters out of things, I have wanted to do that for a long time, so glad this was reason for my first. thank you for allowing me to be a part of something so special.







How incredible God is! How astounding that again this precious story of your life is being used to touch others.


*If you'd like to read about my journey, click here and here to read a few poignant journal entries about those fateful days

Dear Friends,
I am so thankful that God put on my heart to share Leo's story. As I wrote the account of those fateful days, I was hesitant to share the full magnitude of my vulnerability with the world. I am so glad I did! As time has gone on, I realize how many people long to see how faith can change lives, even in the worst of situations. Being used to glorify God through this tragedy is so much more than I could ever have asked for and I am honored to have filled this role.


Thank you for remembering with me. Thank you for sharing in the life of my little boy and for allowing his preciousness to live on. Thank you for walking this journey with me; I am so thankful for you all!
In Memory of My Leo...

"Heaven is the place where he takes my hand, and leads me to You, and we both run into Your arms"

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Monday, July 12, 2010

Leo's Memorial Project!! Come and see how you can help!!

Thank you to EVERYONE who has participated in Leo's Memorial Project!! If you'd like to participate, just come up with a creative way to feature Leo's Name, take a picture of it, and email it to: kellene.maynard@gmail.com. Please be sure to include your first name and the city and state you live in.

This project has truly touched my heart, as it allows for my little man to touch the lives of others even after he has been gone almost a full year. If you'd like to read a little bit about our story click here. Thank you all, and I look forward to seeing more submissions!!

Here is what we have received so far!





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Friday, July 9, 2010

Come be part of a great thing!!



This month marks the one-year anniversary since our son Leo passed away after being born at 30 weeks due to a placental rupture.  The past year has been a rough journey of both sorrow and faith. As we approach this season of remembering, many of you have asked what we were planning to do to remember Leo. After thinking long and hard, and asking other’s their ideas, I have come up with something everyone can participate in to celebrate his life!!

So, if you’d like to participate, here are the details…. I would like to start a Name Memorial for Leo. Find a creative way to write his name and capture it. You can write it in sand, in a letter, on an object, etc. You can incorporate anything you’d like… flowers, balloons, stuffed animals… be creative and have fun with it! The images will be featured on my blogs in a slideshow for everyone to enjoy.

Email your images to: kellene.maynard@gmail.com Please be sure to include you name and where you are from with your submission!!!

Thank you ALL for participating in remembering our little man with us. Your love and support has brought us through the darkest time in our lives. We love you!!







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Friday, June 4, 2010

Missing you...

I search for signs of you
everywhere....
Little ones I see remind me of you.
Silent tears echo in my soul, never ceasing to fall.
Each step is a bittersweet moment 
as I walk through life without you.
I gaze upon your image
Part of you is always with me...
I miss you little man. 
Almost a year has past... how has it been this long already?
Clinging to your memory I will always be...

Mommy misses you little one.
XOXO


Friday, March 26, 2010

Missing you...

I'm missing you little one.
Why did things turn out this way? 
So many things cross my mind, and yet I know you are still here with me... in my heart and mind.
I love you so much. 
Every breath I breathe, I feel the tug of my heart strings longing to hold you again.
I patiently wait for the day to hold you in my arms again.
To love you, to see you smile, to see you shining for God.
Know that mommy loves you.
More than ever imaginable.
I miss you my precious boy. 
How has it been 8 months since your last heart beats?
It seems like only yesterday that my worst nightmare became reality.
It was but a moment ago that I held you close and kissed your tiny head. 
I close my eyes and can still feel your silken hair on my lips.
The grip of your tiny fingers on mine warms my heart and makes me sigh. 
I miss you my love.
Mommy loves you so so so so so so much.
Kisses and hugs from mommy....




Saturday, February 27, 2010

Leo's Memorial Video....

After so much feedback from everyone
I decided to share the full version of Leo's Memorial Video.
Thank you for your prayers.
Thank you for your kind words.
Thank you for taking the time to share our
journey of faith and love through our beautiful son.
May God be glorified through this video and 
through Leo's memory.
Blessings and Love to you all...

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Monday, February 22, 2010

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Packing away the tears....

I sit in this rocking chair, gazing upon what would have been your nursery.
I think of all I had planned, all we had prepared.
I sold all the girl stuff I owned... We had gotten our wish, we were having a son!
You aren't here though.
Drawer upon drawer of tiny baby boy clothing.
Packing up your essence breaks my heart.
My mom is here, my best friend is here.
As tears stream down my face, 
I carefully fold each piece of layette as though it was as fragile as glass.
I find the tiny football themed sleeper I bought especially for you.
I imagine what it would have been like to see you in this precious garment.
You aren't here.
The realization hits me hard, as I rock back and forth in rhythm to my falling tears.
I find the blue blanket I bought.
Sunlight casts its glory across my lap as I cling to this blanket. 
You were supposed to come home in this blanket.
But you aren't coming home.
I pack up my heart that day. Bag upon bag of blue baby things.
Bag upon bag of items to return.
I find the tiny blue soft teething doll we got for you. I cling to it.
I take this doll with me wherever I go... for the first 3 weeks.
It is all I have. 
I painfully have to explain to clerks in the stores why I am returning these items.
I bluntly blurt out that you died. 
That we were expecting you in October, but you arrived in July.
That you didn't make it.
I ruin their day with my story. It pains me to share.
What else do I say?
Those days of packing away what was supposed to be, changed my world
forever.
I'll always remember how I felt. I'll always remember the hole left in my heart.
I'll always long for you to be in my arms.

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7 months and counting...

Today marks 7 months since Leo's passing. I can't believe how much time has passed already since his birth. It feels like it was just yesterday, and yet it feels distant at the same time. What fateful days those were; still are.

Yesterday our church sermon talked of Jesus' 40 days in the wilderness being tempted by the devil. The sermon talked of how we avoid our own "wilderness". How we each have endured our own set of disasters and temptations, and how in the end we can come out from our "40 days" renewed with the strength of God. The sermon talked of what happens when we "do without" in order to be and feel more like Him. Guess what, loosing a son fits that bill, in BIG ways. By doing "without" our son, we have become more like the One above, more loving, more thankful, more in tune with life and its true meaning. By doing "without" I can see His grace. Astonishing clarity has renewed my soul and given me the strength I need to always walk in His ways.


I have endured my wilderness. A time in which I wondered, "how will I make it through this?" I was able to let go of the "Earthly" things and focus on Him; a focus on listening to what He wants to do in my life, instead of the other way around. What a scary process, yet so encouraging, and peaceful. I have come out of the depths of despair, closer to Him than ever before... than I ever thought possible. How astounding, that in the midst of loosing my precious son, God has swooped in to show me more grace and love than I ever allowed myself to see before and the confidence to share it with the world!


I still have moments of deep sadness. How could I not? But I have persevered and embraced the change God has laid before me. For His strength has given me hope...


This week has been rough. More and more I am preparing myself for trying to conceive again. We have the green light to start trying in July... July which marks the 1 year anniversary of Leo's birth and death. My theory was "read all I can" so that I might be prepared for what feelings I might encounter when I do get pregnant again. Bad idea. Within the first 5 minutes of reading one of these "trying after loosing a baby" books, I am confronted with these statistics.... If you have had a previous placental abruption, your odds of a repeat occurrence in another pregnancy are 1 in 8 instead of 1 in 200. GGGGGRRREEEAAATTTT. FYI, NOT what I wanted to hear... talk about scaring me to death! Ummm, I almost died with Leo, and he died, so maybe I should give up this idea of "more children"??  And then I remember.... I remember that "memo to self" HE is in control. That His will be done. That I have to trust in Him with my whole heart. That He brought me out of "the wilderness"  for a reason, and if I can endure that, then what can I not endure?


So, I am ditching the books...because all I really need is Him. I have a lot to plan... medications to go off of, weight to finish loosing, routines to be in place. These things I can control, the rest is in His court and I trust that He will be with me no matter what the outcomes are.

I ask for your prayers, that I might trust in Him full-heartedly. That I might know the peace that only He can bring. I look forward to the journey ahead and to see where He takes me next.
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Friday, February 12, 2010

Remember...

 
This Valentine's Day...

give your loved ones kisses,
and hugs,
and Loves.

Remember the precious moments you have and give Thanks...

Thanks for the giggles,
Thanks for the smiles,
Thanks for breaths and sighs,
All are a Gift.
Such a Precious gift.

Thank God for full arms, and full hearts.
Thank God for sleepless nights, and runny noses.
For screeching laughter, and pain stricken tears.

Give thanks for all the moments you have.
You don't know how lucky you are...

Happy Valentine's Day my Precious Leo.

Mommy loves you... always
XXX
      

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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

February 3, 2010

Everywhere I turn, I am reminded of you.
This trip is hard.... harder than I thought it would be.
I miss you dearly my little Leo.
I watch as little boys tottle around, grasping their mommy's hand.
I watch new baby boys clutching to their mother's chest in front packs of all kinds.
I miss you.
You were supposed to be here with me, with us, on this trip to Disneyland.
Our first family trip... and yet you aren't here.
I am drawn to all the infant clothing in all the shops.
I pick up a tiny blue knit hat that features little Mickey ears.
Tears start to fall.
I want you here.
I want to bring this hat home.
But it won't change anything.
I miss my precious son... it is almost more than I can bear this week.
I see Nevaeh's eyes dance with delight at the wonder around her.
I wish I could have seen it in you too.
So many things I long to have witnessed with you.

I. Miss. You.
I long to hold you close... I just wish things were different.
I know God has bigger plans.
My trust is in Him.
He is my Refuge and my Strength.
My faith has pulled me through.... my faith is the only thing keeping me afloat this week.

I miss my son.
Why did it have to be like this?
How do I move forward from this?

Lord, strengthen and comfort me. Guide me and use me for Your glory. Your unending love is enough. Your love and peace keep me going. By your grace, I will see my son again one day and we will live together in the midst of Your glory forever and ever. In Jesus Name, Amen.
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