28 January 2014


++We have a bunny named Ned. He bakes pies and wakes the dead. He lives a very sheltered life. Also, bunny urine is potent. Keep this in mind in case you want to adopt a rabbit. He is a kind soul.
++I completed my No Clothes Buying 2013 goal without cheating. I am proud of myself.
++There has been too much cold this winter.
++Our entire apartment is Ezra's playroom ever since his second birthday.
++I might have to talk to the doctor about medicine because I have been feeling down and heavy. But mostly still functioning. But I think getting downer and heavier all the time.
++My new calling at church is Mia Maid (14-15 y/o) adviser. I am still terrified of teenage girls. A Laurel (16-17 y/o) in our last ward made me cry.
++We are waiting to hear about some things (Can't tell you...Spoilers) and it has given me the most anxiety.
++I have been trying to make friends. I have been trying to make friends with people who seem like they don't really have friends. But one week I feel super friendly and outgoing and chatty and the next week I want to crawl into a cocoon. It is also discouraging to know that the other newer ladies at church are already friends with people. Like, why hasn't anyone wanted to welcome me and include me? I don't know. But we do have this awesome couple friends who have a little boy Ezra's age.
++Jeff has a playlist on Spotify called "hauntingly good" and I love him for it.
++There are some great people, but there are also some people who really suck no matter how hard you try.
++Accepting other people's agency is a challenge.
++There are cupcakes cooling and I want to eat them but they are for the Young Women.

08 January 2014


I miss the baby.
I miss the baby all the time.

Oh my gosh. It's positive. It's finally positive.
"Jeff, I took a pregnancy test."
"It's positive. Do you think I should wait until morning to take another one?"
"Really?! Yeah. That would be a good idea."

"Well, looks like Ezra is going to be a big brother!"

I wonder if I should get a double stroller?
I wonder if the baby is a boy or a girl?
Boy: Henry. Otto. Orson. Are those too weird? Would having an Ezra and an Orson be too Mormon celebrity?
Girl: Lydia. Lydia Jane. Charlotte. Delaney. Madeline.
Where will we put the Pack-N-Play? Should we get a bassinet?

"When do you think we should tell our families?"
"How far along are you?"
"8 or 9 weeks. I was thinking about telling my dad and Kristen when we see them next weekend."
"Yeah. Maybe I shouldn't."

Oh...No. No. No. No.
"Jeff. There was blood. I think I'm spotting."
"Was there a lot?"
"Well, let's just wait and see."

Heavenly Father, please let everything with the baby be okay. Please, please let everything be okay.

"Jeff, I'm still spotting. What should we do? I don't know what we should do. What's going on? We're going to lose the baby."
"We don't know that. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. I don't know what we should do."
"I'll call the nurseline."

"We need to go to the emergency room."

"What are you here for?"
"Well I'm almost 11 weeks pregnant and I've been having some spotting and some light cramping."

"How far along are you? Do you know?"
"Almost 11 weeks."

"Well, the fetus is measuring at 6 weeks, 2 days. This doesn't mean that it's a miscarriage. You could have had one pregnancy and lost it and then another egg could have been fertilized, we don't know for sure right now. It looks like a miscarriage, but we don't know for sure. You'll need to call the OB/GYN on Monday and they will want to get you in as soon as possible. They're usually really good about these kind of things."

"Jeff, I lost the baby. The baby is gone."
"We don't know that."

There is so much blood. And...tissue?

"Jeff, I think I passed the baby."

I felt the rush of a thousand heartbreaks.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This will affect you in ways you don't even understand. That was a little piece of your heart down there."

Blue like I've never known.

"It looks like it was a miscarriage. I'm very sorry. It's nothing that was your fault, and unfortunately this happens with one in four pregnancies."

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

"It's my fault. I lost the baby. I wasn't good enough. I wasn't ready for it."
"Amy, you can't think like that. It had nothing to do with you."
"But the baby was inside me. I was supposed to protect it and take care of it."
"And you did. But these things just happen sometimes."


"I want the baby back."
"I know."
"I want my baby back. I would have loved it no matter what. Even if something was wrong with it. I just want my baby back."
"I know, Amy Doll. I know you would have."


"Baby?" *pats belly* "Baby?"
"No, Buggy. Mommy had a baby in her belly, but she doesn't any more."


"It's not fair. My baby is gone forever. I never got to hear its heartbeat. I don't even have a bit of its hair or something to hold onto. I'll never get to hold it."
"Yes, you will. The baby is still ours, Amy Doll."
"You don't know that. People who have stillborns or whose babies die will get to have them again, but we don't know what happens with miscarriages."
"Well, I believe in a just God. Don't you believe that Heavenly Father will make everything right in the end?"
"Well, then we'll get to hold our baby one day."
"You don't know that."
"You don't know that we won't."


I'm glad Ezra does so well watching me get my blood drawn every week.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

I wish I just had a friend here.
A best friend.

In the quiet heart is hidden sorrow that the eye can't see.

Why am I still bleeding?
Will I ever stop bleeding?
It's been over a month.

O God, where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place?

Two months.
Is there no balm in Gilead?

"Your levels are back to normal."

Why am I still bleeding?
This is so annoying. I don't have a baby and my body just keeps bleeding.
Home births aren't so wonderful when they're like this.

"It takes your body a while to get back to normal. We can offer you birth control to help regulate it."
"Umm...no thanks."
Birth control makes me crazy.

"It's not fair. Why does she get to have a baby and I don't? I'm supposed to be having a baby. May would have been the perfect time for the baby. I want the baby to be back inside me. I want to feel the baby growing inside me."
"I don't know, Amy Doll. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Jeff, I think my bleeding is finally slowing down. For real this time."

I miss the baby.

i carry your heart

I want the baby back.

(i carry it in my heart)

07 December 2013

Three. Four. Three.

quote from Penelope

We were going to have a new baby in May, but I had a miscarriage.

When I called the OB/GYN, the receptionist said, "I'm so sorry. This will affect you in ways you can't even imagine. That was a little piece of your heart down there."
And there will always be a lentil sized piece of my heart missing.

I don't know enough words and am not eloquent enough to adequately express the sorrow that this event brings me, but I will tell you what I'm grateful for.

I'm grateful that I was able to go to the temple three times in the weeks before my miscarriage.
I'm grateful that I didn't have to have a D&C.
I'm grateful that the week after I miscarried, Jeff was working in the Des Moines area and we could be home.
I'm grateful to have had kind doctors and nurses.
I'm grateful that I am taking my antidepressants.
I'm grateful that the only friend I have in Des Moines is one of the sweetest, kindest Tenderheart Bears.
I'm grateful that I have had other heartbreaks, though none this devastating, to prepare me for this one.
I'm grateful for Jeff.
I'm grateful for Ezra.
I'm grateful for Winston, Bouncer, and Ned (our new bunny).
I'm grateful for the sympathy of others.
I'm grateful that I've had people disappoint me in the past so that their cold responses to this news don't affect me as severely. (This is probably also due to being medicated.)
I'm grateful for my body, the God who created it, and the miraculous way it can take care of itself.
I'm grateful for hope.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

06 October 2013

Where have you been?

Holy moley. It's been a while, Blogger.

At the end of August we moved into a new apartment that we LOVE. It has central air, which isn't so much of a big deal this weekend, but it was pretty hot here in Des Moines for a while. Even though it's a newer building, it's in this historic neighborhood called Sherman Hill with lots of beautiful Victorian houses and tree lined streets. And we're within walking distance from downtown! Ez and I have walked to the downtown library and to the park a few times. We've been able to walk to the Saturday morning farmers market (rated the NUMBER TWO farmers market in the NATION) two or three times, too.

Unfortunately, we haven't been home a lot since we've moved! This coming week will be our second full week home since we moved here in August. Craaazy. Jeff's really busy with travel this time of year, but it slows down after Halloween.

Things have been going really well. We've been having some fun adventures and been trying to get our apartment settled. When we brought Ezra home, we lived in a one bedroom one bathroom apartment and now this apartment has two bedrooms AND two bathrooms. So we are feeling pretty blessed and spoiled and like our apartment is huuuuge.

I'm taking antidepressants again and feeling really great about it. It doesn't completely eliminate all of my depression and anxiety, but I can be a functioning human with very few if any breakdowns with the dosage I'm taking. I take generic Zoloft and it's only around $8 a month for my prescription from Wal-Mart. We did have to pay for my doctor's appointment (which I think was less than $100, maybe even considerably, but I don't remember) since I'm on my dad's insurance and it has a crazy high deductible, but it's been worth it. Since I've taken this medication and dosage before, I haven't had to go back for followup appointments. I don't know why I'm telling you this? I guess maybe if you're thinking about getting on medicine but are afraid of the costs? I've been super lucky as far as meds go. I only had to try one kind. My younger brother has had to be on medication for autism and other things for a long time and some of his medication has had crazy side effects and he's had to be weened and upped and all sorts of madness. I've gained so much respect for him since I've started taking medication.

And now, some selfies that Ezra took with Jeff's old digital camera.
It was really funny because today he would hold the camera out in front of himself and smile. Unfortunately, he didn't take any of himself doing that.

01 August 2013

Three years.

Skeletons originally from PaperSource (According to Google), but found on Pinterest
Wedding photos by Devan Marie Photography

"This is love with the lights on and eyes 
wide open. This is the brave love, the 
scared love, the sacred boring, the holy 
ordinary over sinks of dirty dishes and 
that one cupboard in the kitchen with 
the broken hinge."

26 July 2013

Heavy and full.

Oh Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder 
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made 
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder 
Thy power throughout the universe displayed 

When thru the woods and forest glades I wander 
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees 
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur 
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze 

Then sings my soul 
My Savior God to Thee 
How great Thou art 
How great Thou art 

So many great and beautiful, yet simple things have been happening lately.
But still my heart feels heavy and my eyes full.
And that's just how things go for me some times.

12 July 2013

On people.

I love people. They absolutely terrify me, but I love them.

I am ridiculously sympathetic. I know that usually when people say positive qualities about themselves that they usually end up not actually possessing these qualities, but I'm pretty sure I have this one. And it makes it so hard to be mad at people for longer than a few minutes. It makes it a lot easier for me to be compassionate, but it makes it a lot harder when people don't return the compassion.

I also try to expect the best from people. This is usually a good way to become disappointed. But since I am also brutally sympathetic I frequently excuse people's less than ideal behavior. Because you really never really know how hard their life may be at the moment. Better to love than judge, right?

But what about when people consistently let you down? It's a huge trend these days to "do what makes you happy" at all costs. But what if what you're doing is hurting people who genuinely care about you? What if what you're doing is hurting me? But you're happy so it's okay? But I care about you. I expect more from you. You are better than this!

You are better than this...right?

Anyway, I know I probably tend to lean heavily on the side of oversharing when it comes to my emotions. I know not all emotions need to be shared. But if I don't share they sometimes fester and boil and puss and rot inside me. And I know that I could very well write them all down in a journal and wouldn't that just be good enough. But I also very well know I am too lazy to do that. And I really, really want people to be more genuine and open and sincere which is so hard to find in the blogging world these days because I think people are afraid or maybe just lazy because it really is hard work to acknowledge your emotions and be brave enough to share the ones that aren't positive. But I know you are better than that.

Also, this isn't me giving up on humanity. I am an eternal optimist and fatally hopeful. But this is me being realistic and saying how hard it can be to trust and hope and forgive.

And really, to quote Girls (which I have never seen, but have seen this quote floating around on the Internet), "No one could ever hate me as much as I hate myself, so any mean thing someone's gonna think to say to me I've already said to me, about me, probably in the last half hour."
And that's probably the root of most of my problems anyway.

“A silly idea is current that good people 
do not know what temptation means. 
This is an obvious lie. Only those who try 
to resist temptation know how strong it is... 
A man who gives in to temptation after five 
minutes simply does not know what it would 
have been like an hour later. That is why bad 
people, in one sense, know very little about 
badness. They have lived a sheltered life by 
always giving in.” 
 --C.S. Lewis