At the 20 week ultrasound of our fourth child, instead of finding out the gender we found out that our baby was going to die. The happy people who walked into the doctor’s office did not walk out that day. We were different people going on a journey into territory we had never pictured ourselves traveling. I was destroyed. Little did I know that the hardest part would be explaining to my three kids that their sibling isn’t going to be joining our family. I had to greet their excitement with bad news and that sucked.
I have always created art that reflects what I’ve been thinking about or whatever is going on in my head. These past few weeks have been a struggle, but it would have been harder if I didn’t have my art to express myself.
On July 6, 2018 my daughter Wren Ivy was born and buried shortly after. As a family we are doing better as a result of all the love and support we have received from neighbors, friends, and loved ones. I continue to use my art as an outlet, but the jagged edges of my pain have been shaved down a bit. I’m functioning and able to talk it out with people. I want to be able to reach out to others who have lost children unexpectedly and I hope my art can help people have a look inside the mind of a grieving parent.