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My one-year-old

8/29/2014

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August 29, 2013, was Koen's due date. A cesarean was scheduled for August 22 already. There are so many dates that make my heart sink. Today is one of them. Had Koen remained healthy he would have been one-year-old by today. I got up at two this morning with my Tobin and my tired body could not fall asleep because my mind was racing. I was reflecting on all the things we never got to e

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Thank GOD Thank YOU

8/28/2014

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We were so blessed this past Saturday as so many of our friends and family joined us to celebrate Tobin. Thank you for coming, even if you joined us in spirit, we felt the love. We have come so far and you have held us on your backs when we felt like falling on the ground. Your messages of love, outpouring of physical support in so many forms, unending prayers, and smiles, are what carried me. I am beyond grateful.

On Saturday, I looked around and all our tables were full, our road lined with cars, so many kids were running and laughing, Tobin was being passed from one set of loving arms to the next, and my heart was full. I could see and hear the love, in the flesh, that has been given to us. I tried to thank every one of you before you left, but don't know if I succeeded, but know how much we appreciate you all. I said to one dear friend, "we've made it, we've made it". We have made it, but not without casualty and heartache. There was one little boy, who would have turned one tomorrow if he had arrived on his due date, who was missing from the earthly celebration. I trust our angel was looking down on his little brother and beaming with pride.  

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Time froze

8/21/2014

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As I am bustling around getting ready for our Thank GOD Thank YOU party this Saturday I needed to sort through a few piles. Piles that have been building and growing for quite some time. They are filled with the kind of random things that only I can sort through. Piles that have been driving Kevin crazy, but that he hasn't been able to do anything with. After May 27, 2013 time stood still for me. It froze. Today when sorting through piles over a year old, I found my planner from 2013. In May life was busy, Koen's name is written in as I planned certain days designated to him (to prepare his room or complete a sewing project). In June there is nothing. How telling. It was a tragically empty month for me. I walked through that month in a haze. Time froze.

I found another planner for 2013, a school planner. In September time began to move again. Even before I was ready, I found myself employed. I had a job I applied for when I was pregnant in May, and declined to interview for just weeks later, in June. How could I interview when I could barely get out of bed? By the grace of God the door opened again in August. It forced me get out of my head, out of my grief, and to join the world again. Could there be a better distraction than a room full of high schoolers? I think not. They brought me joy, laughter, challenges, purpose, and love. I had lost one child in 2013, and to fill that void God brought me three classrooms full of kids. They became "my kids", my big kids. Their lives and stories touched my heart and blessed my life. I was devastated when I had to leave "my kids" in February, after complications with my pregnancy with Tobin. Those big kids helped bring me back to life and they didn't even know it.

School officially starts next week for teachers. I will miss being in the classroom this year, but am beyond grateful for the opportunity to be home with my own little kids this year. But I am already looking forward and planning for a whole new crew in the 2015-2016 school year that will once again become "my kids". Time froze, but I am thankful it started to move again so quickly for me. Many are not blessed with 60 high schoolers to bring them back to life.

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Don't be afraid

8/19/2014

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This quote had a profound impact on me. I am comfortable talking about Koen, but have noticed that many of those close to me are not. I don't blame them, maybe that responsibility lies at my feet. Maybe I need to give them permission to say Koen's name out loud. I understand why they don't. It's uncomfortable, you don't know how it will make me feel, there is no book of etiquette to reference in these situations, and it seems so sad. Our human nature is to stay far away from what is uncomfortable and causes us sadness. We want to forget what pains us and sweep it under the rug. I get it, I truly do. For me, Koen will never be forgotten, never swept under the rug. He is one of my three boys. So to me it is painful to have him not be acknowledged. No one would dream of ignoring Hackett or Tobin's presence in my life, and my heart doesn't want Koen ignored either.

I have been more acutely aware of the uneasiness surrounding Koen since Tobin's birth. Tobin looked so much like Koen when he was born. So much. They both had an uncanny resemblence to Hackett. Such a natural and normal thing to talk about after birth is the comparison to siblings. It was comfortable for others when I talked about Tobin's similarities to Hackett, but as soon as I compared Tobin to his other older brother it was, more often than not, too much for the person I was talking to. I could see it in their body language and read their social cues, as their eyes glossed over and the subject was changed. The conversation would move forward as if I never spoke Koen's name. He is my son, my baby, and, even though it may be difficult to comprehend, he is my miracle. God has blessed me with three babies, three sons, three miracles, and I don't want any one of them to be overlooked. It's not sad for me to hear you say Koen's name, in fact, the exact opposite. It's not inappropriate for you to talk about him or ask about him. He won't come up in conversation very often, but when he does, please give me eye contact and acknowledge his life for me, please. That's all I have of him now, is his name and my memories of him. Koen. My baby, my son, my miracle. Don't be afraid.

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Day of Hope

8/18/2014

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There is a big community who brings awareness to infant loss. It is not something that is openly discussed, so this online community provides a forum that helps many know they are not alone. Starting in less than two hours they are beginning a Day of a Hope, which is a World-Wide Remembrance Ceremony for the Bereaved Parents Community. I love what they are doing, but just wish Jesus was incorporated as a key part of healing process. I too want to shed light on infant loss and miscarriage ... if it has affected you, you are not alone. Here is a link to more information:

http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2014/08/august-19th-day-of-hope-world-wide-remembrance-ceremony.html

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Flashbacks

8/14/2014

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I went for my six week check up today by myself. I haven't gone to an appointment alone since January. These past six months I was either in need of a driver or Kevin wanted to be there for support. Today I was all alone, and as I sat on the exam table waiting for my doctor my mind started racing. In the room next to me I could hear a mother hooked up to a fetal monitor. The sounds of the constant baby's heartbeat swept me away to another time and place. While in the hospital I waited for that sweet sound three times a day and then twice a week after I came home. The reassurance of life. I became so familiar with the song Tobin's heart sang, the fast beats of my baby's heart. I heard the doctor reassure this mother that everything looked good and I could hear the nervousness in her voice. I wanted to go and hold her hand. I know those fears so intimately. I know what it's like to have a fetal monitor bring you joy and I also know it can break your heart. Every time I was monitored I was scared to have my heart broken again. Every. Single. Time.

It was a long wait today, so there was plenty of time to have flashbacks. I heard the ultrasound technicians voice and again was flooded with a memory. The only time I went for an ultrasound by myself was about a month after I had Koen. There was no reason to eagerly anticipate the appointment, no need for Kevin to come with me. I was going to have my empty uterus examined, because I was suffering from cramping. While laying on the ultrasound table that day I stared at the wall with tears continually streaming down my face. The visual of my vacant womb made it so heartbreakingly real.

When I started counseling eight months after Koen's death, we discussed PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder. Mayo Clinic defines it as "a mental health condition that's triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the event."  In the past I typically associated PTSD with war or tragic car accidents. Until she mentioned it, it never occurred to me that I was, and obviously still am, experiencing PTSD. Koen's death, and being part of it, experiencing it, feeling it, watching it ... was the most terrifying event of my life.


*** So maybe my blogging days about my feelings and experiences aren't over just yet.  Silly me, I was hoping to move past some of these feelings now, but things don't just get wrapped in a perfect package with a pretty bow that easily.  It is a process, a lifelong process. ***





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God's plan for me

8/13/2014

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We've made it. You have made it with us. Am I still grieving and missing Koen? Always. The intense grief that I poured out on this blog, especially in the early months, no longer weighs so heavy on my heart on a daily basis. It comes in small waves now, instead of a continual hurricane. I can speak of Koen now with a smile instead of only tears. Beauty has come from ashes. Tobin is here. By the grace of God he is healthy. He is perfect and so loved. He is a miracle. We've made it.

I will continue to write. I will continue to celebrate the sadness. I will continue to pour out my soul. I will continue to give God the glory. I will continue to share my faith. That just may not take place as frequently on my blog, or maybe it will, I will follow God's lead. Right now I feel called to take my story, my testimony, my raw blog posts, dig deeper into scripture, and write. With the intention of sharing my story publicly to women's groups, mom's groups, or wherever God steers me. I have had several people ask me about writing a book. Writing has never been my strong suit, in fact it was painful for me in college. So the idea of writing a book seems way out of my comfort zone, but God has led me far outside my comfort zone this year as I poured out my heart. I am open. I am merely a vessel waiting for God to guide me. I'm Yours, God!

I had shared at my MOPs group in California about parenting. More about information that I had learned from reading and was trying to put into practice. I want to somehow tie this information in too. I am not an expert, and know that it is easy to talk about, but a daily challenge to follow through on. I have always known that children are gifts that God entrusts us with, but even more so today as I hold a gift in one arm and type with my other. It is our responsibility to parent these amazing gifts the way God wants us to - with love, consistency, and grace.

I want help! You have followed me in this journey, I can see how many people read my posts, and the numbers far exceed my Facebook friends. So some of you have been silent supporters and I am thankful for you! I am interested in input from you whether we have met or not. You can post on this blog (anonymously if you want), comment on my Facebook post,send me a Facebook message, or an email: jrarmbru@hotmail.com.  I feel like there are so many directions I can go. I will let the Spirit guide me, but would love to hear from you too. What to include, highlight, what touched you, what was relatable - whether you have lost a baby or not, or anything else that may help me. I am so grateful for all the support that you haven given me. I am truly humbled by it. Thank you!

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Tobin's birth announcement

8/6/2014

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I mailed out Tobin's birth announcement last week and also an invitation to our Thank GOD Thank YOU Celebration party.  If we missed sending you an invitation, it was no intentional.  It was hard to include EVERYONE, because so many supported us in so many different ways.  If you are interested in joining us we would LOVE to have you!!!  Just send me a message to let me know, so we can plan to have enough food.  Here are the details for the party:
Join us for our
Thank GOD Thank YOU Celebration
We thank GOD for the gift of Tobin and holding our family in His hands.  We thank YOU for loving us, supporting us, 
and praying for us.
We would love to thank you in person and 
have you meet our little miracle.
Pop in anytime between
10am and 1pm on Saturday, August 23rd
and enjoy some breakfast and bounce house fun!
This is a party of gratitude, not a shower.  Your presence is all we need!
Here is a picture of Tobin's birth announcement:
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Kevin wrote this to go inside:
What is in a name?  This is a question I first asked myself seven and a half years ago.  As a parent it can be an honorary to someone we love, a statement of belief, a hope for how one will live life, and in this case all of the above.  It is with great joy and a lightened heart that we get to share our thoughts with you again on the name Tobin Victor.

Tobin means God is good.  A simple statement, but it means so much more.  It is not just a statement, but a promise, a reminder, a surety.  It is a promise that He is there with you always.  A reminder when tragedy strikes your life with hurricane force.  A surety in this world filled with uncertainty.  It is the well that we have drank from time and time again over the last year.

Victor means victorious.  To achieve victory can mean to overcome, to conquer, to defeat.  To overcome obstacles that are laid in front of you no matter the height.  To conquer the fear that has built up inside you because of this fallen world.  To defeat the doubts in your mind and know that GOD IS GOOD!!

Tobin Victor is our champion, our fighter, our miracle, and our reminder that through it all we can depend on HIM to move our mountains.  We welcome Tobin into this world with loving arms.

With Love,
Kevin

We had done something similar with Hackett's birth announcement to explain his name and who he was named after.  Look at my two little sweethearts.
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I get to hold a promise

8/3/2014

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My arms are full, so full that I have not had time to write.  My brain is tired, so tired that I don't have much energy to think and reflect.  What a difference a year has made for us.  Last year my arms were aching and my brain was on a nonstop loop of haunting thoughts.  This morning Kevin let me sleep in and when I woke up I just laid in bed in the silence for awhile.  It felt so good to have a few moments of rested quiet. As I lay there I thought about how far we have come.  Not long ago I was riding in an ambulance, thinking that Tobin would arrive at 33 weeks.  Not long ago we listened to a NICU doctor tell us that at 24 weeks Tobin had a 50 percent chance of surviving.  Not long ago I delivered Koen's sweet little body.  

As we sit here with our amazing little Tobin, who is cute beyond words, so expressive, so easy to snuggle, and so very loved, it is hard to believe what has transpired the last 14 months.  I can barely wrap my head around it all and my mix of feelings.  Maybe it is a blessing that my brain is tired and I am busy.  It enables me to soak it in slowly, in waves, instead of all at once.  Its too much.  The happy, the sad.  The triumph, the defeat.  The joy, the heartache.  

What I know above all is that God has held us tight through the mix of emotions, has held us in our sorrow, and has danced with Koen as we all celebrated Tobin's safe arrival.  He has been there with us through it all.  When I look at Tobin's sweet face, I see that he looks so much like both his older brothers, but more importantly I see God's promise.  I see the blessing of the countless prayers said on our behalf, by our friends and family, and so many who don't even know us.  I see a miracle, that defied all the statistics.  I see a gift from God.  I see my son.  I see a precious baby that is mine, who is breathing, who sleeps in my arms and my home, who I get watch grow up, who I get to hug and kiss, who I get to have on this earth with me.  I see part of my heart.  I see a little boy who is going to grow up and do great things.  I get to hold a promise in my arms, I get to hold the living proof that God is good.  It is so overwhelming.  So overwhelmingly good.


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    I am Jackie.
    I am a child of the one true King.
    I am a wife to my high school sweetheart, Kevin. 
    I am a mom to my three sons - Hackett, Koen (my little angel), and Tobin. 
    I am experiencing loss, heartache, and grief.  On May 27, 2013, at 26 weeks and 6 days I went into the hospital with contractions, only to learn that my Koen's sweet little heart had stopped beating.  
    Tobin was born July 8, 2014.
    I am on a journey . . .

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