October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness month and the additional support and discussion the topic is receiving is wonderful to see. But for us, every month, every day, every second is filled with awareness of Norah’s life and death.

September was hard. The six month marker carried more weight than either of us ever expected. But evidently, this wasn't news to Norah or God.

When we find moments of laughter, joy, or happiness, we temporarily feel as though we’ve achieved some semblance of steadiness. Then about as soon as we settle into our perceived reprieve, grief comes out of nowhere with a right hook that knocks us off our feet.

These past six months have been the hardest of our lives.
Although we don’t know exactly what the next six months will look like, we do know, without a doubt, that Norah and God will be there every step of the way.

And that’s all we need.

Before Norah died, I believed that when you're happy, you're happy, and when you're sad, you're sad. But what about when you carry the long-term sorrow of the loss of a child or the anticipatory grief of a terminal illness?

You're 5 months old today, baby girl.

You've done so much good and we're so incredibly proud of you.

You're way beyond rolling over or sitting up; you're changing lives.