As someone that's been recently tossed into the chaos of grief, it amazes me that I know so little about it; I really have no idea what's normal. I want to learn more so that I can embrace, or at least survive, this basic human experience instead of crumbling under the belief that we need to 'move on'.

Essentially, I want to learn more about grief so that I can stop feeling crazy.

Life has handed us a different type of parenthood – a parenthood that stands out by being unseen. We could sit quietly in our grief and fade into the background, but that doesn't sound like Norah; that doesn't sound like us.

Masterpieces often look like chaos when we only see life through the narrow view of our own eyes.

I've been both excitedly awaiting writing this post, and dreading it with every fiber of my being.

I know many of you follow us on Facebook and Instagram, but there are also those of you who do not. Because I posted most frequently on Facebook, I'm sharing those posts with you to act as an overview of the joy and heartbreak that has filled our past few weeks. 

The standard recommendation is to feel 10 movements in two hours, but it normally only takes Norah 10-15 minutes. I had counted 8 in about an hour and 45 minutes, and because of that, was on my way to the hospital.