I Love My “Papa”

I Love My “Papa”

Philip and I met on Holy Saturday, March 26, 2005.  We were sophomores in college at the University of Nebraska — Lincoln.  When I returned to the sorority house after our first date, I told my friend Kristin, “I’m going to marry that guy!”

Exactly one week later, on Saturday, April 2, 2005, I was studying at the sorority house between doing loads of laundry.  That afternoon, I heard the news that Pope John Paul II, the only pope I had never known, had died.  While I was changing loads of laundry, Philip called and left a message on my sorority room answering machine.  (I didn’t have a cell phone at the time.)  Philip and I had made plans to go out to dinner that evening, but he had a slight change of plans.   

“Hey, Catherine.  It’s Philip.  I just wanted to call to let you know that I’m going to be a little late picking you up for dinner tonight.  I haven’t had a chance to stop by the Newman Center (our university’s Catholic Church) to say a prayer for the Holy Father, and I want to do that before I come to get you.  You’re welcome to join me if you’d like, so give me a call if you want to go together.  Otherwise, I’ll come by A-Phi to get you at 6:30.”  

Wow!  Not only did this guy that I had only known for a week care enough about his faith and the future of the Church to stop by the chapel on a Saturday night to say a prayer for the Holy Father, but he was not at all self-conscious or nervous to let me know that: (1) doing so was a higher priority than our date, (2) he was going to be late because of it, and (3) I was welcome to join him if I wanted.  I was impressed, and, if I’m being honest, a little embarrassed that I hadn’t even thought to stop in at the Newman Center to say a prayer of my own.  This Philip guy had a lot to teach me.

I called Philip to let him know that I would love to join him in prayer at the Newman Center, and we walked to the church together before our dinner date.

St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church on the University of Nebraska — Lincoln’s Campus

The Newman Center was dark.  Only the light above the altar, fixed on our crucified Lord, and the last minutes of sunlight through the stained glass illuminated the church.  Silently, we entered the church and crossed ourselves with holy water.  Philip led us to the front of the church and stepped aside to let me genuflect and enter the pew ahead of him.  He put the kneeler down for both of us, and we spent I don’t know how much time kneeling and praying alone in the dark.  5, 10, 15 minutes?

That previous year, I thought God might be putting it on my heart to be a religious sister.  I went on a retreat to further discern my vocation, and I went to a very holy Notre Dame sister to express my sorrow at the possibility of never marrying or having children.  I’ll never forget her wise and loving response.  “Honey, God doesn’t want you to be miserable!  If you’re sobbing over the thought of never having children or sharing your life with a husband, then God probably isn’t calling you to become a religious sister.”  Nonetheless, I still wondered…  I didn’t yet understand that I could serve God with my whole heart and soul AND be a wife and mother.  I didn’t understand that marriage was the best possible thing I could do for my soul and that it was the best way I could glorify Him. 

I remember sitting in that dark church, praying next to Philip, and feeling very at peace that God was calling me to marriage–and very possibly to the man kneeling next to me.  That deep peace filled me with happiness, and my eyes overflowed with tears.  I tried to wipe away the tears as discreetly as possible.  Fortunately, Philip was being so prayerful that I don’t think he noticed.  I prayed for the soul of Pope John Paul II, the man I came to identify with as my sweet, loving grandfather in faith.  I prayed for the Church and for the future Holy Father.  I asked the Holy Spirit to guide the Church through the time of transition and to help all of the Church faithful to trust in the Holy Spirit’s guidance.  Before ending my prayers, I couldn’t help but include a little selfish prayer for myself.  I asked the Holy Spirit to help me to discern my vocation and to let me know if Philip was supposed to be my husband. 

Silently, Philip and I ended our prayers, put up the kneeler, genuflected on our way out of the pew, and crossed ourselves with holy water as we exited the church.  It wasn’t until we were outside that I realized we hadn’t said a word to each other since entering church.  The prayerful silence was comfortable and came very naturally.  Of course, the silence should have come naturally because we were in a church, but there was no tension.  Only peace.

The rest of our date was full of great conversation and a lot of laughter.  One week later, on April 9, 2005, we decided to start dating exclusively and gained the titles of “boyfriend” and “girlfriend.”  In the next few years, we grew in our faith and closer to each other.  After two years of dating, Philip proposed marriage, I said “yes,” and we started planning our life together.  (I’ll tell the proposal story another time.  Philip outdid himself!)

One of the first things we planned together was our honeymoon in Rome.  We decided if we could swing it financially, we wanted to start our marriage in the Eternal City with a papal blessing.  We thought it was only fitting that we start our marriage with a blessing from Pope Benedict XVI, the man who started leading the Church as we started our relationship.  With our airfare taken care of by Philip’s parents’ air miles, we were able to make it work!  Hooray! 

We made our way to Rome with our marriage certificate, the crucifix we received and had blessed during our nuptial Mass (for the Holy Father to bless), Philip’s suit, and a white dress I bought just for the blessing.  (Newlyweds receiving the papal blessing are instructed to wear their wedding attire, but Philip’s rental tux and my heirloom wedding gown weren’t going to make the trans-Atlantic flight!)  Newlyweds from around the world come to the pope’s weekly Wednesday audience to receive the papal blessing.  

In front of St. Peter’s after receiving the papal blessing

The universality of the Catholic Church sank in as we sat in St. Peter’s Square, surrounded by other newlyweds that spoke different languages.  

Another newlywed couple posed for a shot in the background.  I still don’t know what country they were from because I didn’t recognize the language they spoke!

As we looked out into the square, we saw various countries’ flags from around the world and heard the crowds chanting special songs to Pope Benedict in their native tongues.  Simultaneously, we remembered just how small the world can be when our college friends coincidentally sat right next to us for the newlywed papal blessing! 

Until I was ten feet away from the Holy Father, I hadn’t considered how grueling the Petrine office must be on a daily basis.  That, combined with the emotional weight of knowing that he stands at the helm of the barque for nearly a million souls, must be something.  I thought it was “heavy” when I learned my ultimate goal as a wife and mother is to get myself, my husband, and any children we have to heaven.  Imagine being given the charge of a billion souls!  

Our view from our seats during the papal audience.  We were so close to the Holy Father!

Despite the weight of his office, Pope Benedict exuded a deep peace.  It was beyond me how anyone could gaze upon his face, hear his words, and come away calling him “God’s Rottweiler.”  I desperately wanted to hug “Papa Bene,” kiss his ring, and thank him for his sacrificial service in love of the Church.  We weren’t able to get that close, but gazing upon his face and seeing his love for each person he met left an impression on me that I will never forget.   

Getting so close we could see his face

Pope John Paul II was the only pope Philip and I knew until our sophomore year of college.  He taught us about love, family, and the beauty of the domestic church.  He showed us the Genius of Women and prompted us to read the Catechism of the Catholic Church.  We both embraced his Theology of the Body and clung to its truths as we anticipated married life.  In countless ways, JPII laid the foundation for us to transition into adulthood as Catholics.  When JPII died, I didn’t think I could love another pope like I loved him.   

Instead of viewing Pope Benedict XVI as a benevolent grandfather figure as I had JPII, I came to know him as a stern but equally loving father.  The secular media had big plans for his pontificate, but Pope Benedict XVI allowed the Holy Spirit rather than the world’s wants to set the agenda.  He taught us about “Caritas in veritate” (Love or charity in truth).  Surrounded by militant secularism and the “dictatorship of relativism” on a secular university campus put me in a variety of situations where I was told “truth is whatever is true for you” and that religion has no business in the public sphere.  He taught me that truth may hurt (especially our pride!), but when we love, we take the risk of emptying ourselves to make room for Christ.  He taught me how Christianity glorifies the rational mind and does not ignore it.  I’ve often said that I would go to school for the rest of my life if I could.  Pope Benedict taught me through his example as a professor and scholar that intellectual pursuits are fruitful only when they take a backseat to an intimate relationship with Christ.   

Pope Benedict announced his resignation the morning of our daughter Jane’s 3rd birthday, and his last day in office will be Philip’s 28th birthday, February 28, 2013.  I was sad but not surprised when I learned about Pope Benedict’s decision to resign.  My sadness quickly changed to peaceful hope and trust when I remembered that the same man who came to this decision must be doing so with a heavy heart.   If we’re going to be without a pope, it seems appropriate that it happen during the season of Lent.  It’s a season of almsgiving, fasting, and prayer.  After pondering his abilities with the needs of the Church, Pope Benedict discerned that the Holy Spirit was calling him to give up the Chair of St. Peter, and we must “give up” our “Papa Bene,” trusting that he would not renounce the Chair of St. Peter unless it was necessary.

In his book The Problem of Pain, C.S. Lewis addresses how a Christian can explain suffering if a loving God exists.  When discussing our mortality, Lewis writes, “…finality must come some time, and it does not require a very robust faith to believe that Omniscience knows when.”  Amen!  God is the Giver of Life, and only He can allow that life to end through His permissive will.  I never felt that truth more acutely than when we lost our baby, Thérèse.  Similarly, the Holy Spirit guides the life of the Church, and it does not require the robust faith of Catholics to trust that Omniscience knows when to guide a pope toward resignation.  

We will miss you dearly as “Papa Bene,” Joseph Ratzinger, but we know that you will continue to dedicate your earthly life to being God’s faithful servant.  What more could we ask of you?  We must trust that the Holy Spirit will continue to guide the Church.  We must pray every day of Lent for you, for the upcoming papal conclave, and that God’s will be done in the selection of the next pope. 

Thank you for being our stern but loving “Papa” and for guiding Philip and I as we built our lives together and approach our fifth wedding anniversary.  I never thought I could love a pope as much as I loved JPII, but, as always, God outdid Himself in generosity when He gave us you.  Now, I wonder if I could love a pope as much as I love you.  Surely, God has something good in store if He is asking us to “give you up” this Lent.  God bless you, “Papa!”         

I Love My "Papa"

I Love My "Papa"

Philip and I met on Holy Saturday, March 26, 2005.  We were sophomores in college at the University of Nebraska — Lincoln.  When I returned to the sorority house after our first date, I told my friend Kristin, “I’m going to marry that guy!”

Exactly one week later, on Saturday, April 2, 2005, I was studying at the sorority house between doing loads of laundry.  That afternoon, I heard the news that Pope John Paul II, the only pope I had never known, had died.  While I was changing loads of laundry, Philip called and left a message on my sorority room answering machine.  (I didn’t have a cell phone at the time.)  Philip and I had made plans to go out to dinner that evening, but he had a slight change of plans.   

“Hey, Catherine.  It’s Philip.  I just wanted to call to let you know that I’m going to be a little late picking you up for dinner tonight.  I haven’t had a chance to stop by the Newman Center (our university’s Catholic Church) to say a prayer for the Holy Father, and I want to do that before I come to get you.  You’re welcome to join me if you’d like, so give me a call if you want to go together.  Otherwise, I’ll come by A-Phi to get you at 6:30.”  

Wow!  Not only did this guy that I had only known for a week care enough about his faith and the future of the Church to stop by the chapel on a Saturday night to say a prayer for the Holy Father, but he was not at all self-conscious or nervous to let me know that: (1) doing so was a higher priority than our date, (2) he was going to be late because of it, and (3) I was welcome to join him if I wanted.  I was impressed, and, if I’m being honest, a little embarrassed that I hadn’t even thought to stop in at the Newman Center to say a prayer of my own.  This Philip guy had a lot to teach me.

I called Philip to let him know that I would love to join him in prayer at the Newman Center, and we walked to the church together before our dinner date.

St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church on the University of Nebraska — Lincoln’s Campus

The Newman Center was dark.  Only the light above the altar, fixed on our crucified Lord, and the last minutes of sunlight through the stained glass illuminated the church.  Silently, we entered the church and crossed ourselves with holy water.  Philip led us to the front of the church and stepped aside to let me genuflect and enter the pew ahead of him.  He put the kneeler down for both of us, and we spent I don’t know how much time kneeling and praying alone in the dark.  5, 10, 15 minutes?

That previous year, I thought God might be putting it on my heart to be a religious sister.  I went on a retreat to further discern my vocation, and I went to a very holy Notre Dame sister to express my sorrow at the possibility of never marrying or having children.  I’ll never forget her wise and loving response.  “Honey, God doesn’t want you to be miserable!  If you’re sobbing over the thought of never having children or sharing your life with a husband, then God probably isn’t calling you to become a religious sister.”  Nonetheless, I still wondered…  I didn’t yet understand that I could serve God with my whole heart and soul AND be a wife and mother.  I didn’t understand that marriage was the best possible thing I could do for my soul and that it was the best way I could glorify Him. 

I remember sitting in that dark church, praying next to Philip, and feeling very at peace that God was calling me to marriage–and very possibly to the man kneeling next to me.  That deep peace filled me with happiness, and my eyes overflowed with tears.  I tried to wipe away the tears as discreetly as possible.  Fortunately, Philip was being so prayerful that I don’t think he noticed.  I prayed for the soul of Pope John Paul II, the man I came to identify with as my sweet, loving grandfather in faith.  I prayed for the Church and for the future Holy Father.  I asked the Holy Spirit to guide the Church through the time of transition and to help all of the Church faithful to trust in the Holy Spirit’s guidance.  Before ending my prayers, I couldn’t help but include a little selfish prayer for myself.  I asked the Holy Spirit to help me to discern my vocation and to let me know if Philip was supposed to be my husband. 

Silently, Philip and I ended our prayers, put up the kneeler, genuflected on our way out of the pew, and crossed ourselves with holy water as we exited the church.  It wasn’t until we were outside that I realized we hadn’t said a word to each other since entering church.  The prayerful silence was comfortable and came very naturally.  Of course, the silence should have come naturally because we were in a church, but there was no tension.  Only peace.

The rest of our date was full of great conversation and a lot of laughter.  One week later, on April 9, 2005, we decided to start dating exclusively and gained the titles of “boyfriend” and “girlfriend.”  In the next few years, we grew in our faith and closer to each other.  After two years of dating, Philip proposed marriage, I said “yes,” and we started planning our life together.  (I’ll tell the proposal story another time.  Philip outdid himself!)

One of the first things we planned together was our honeymoon in Rome.  We decided if we could swing it financially, we wanted to start our marriage in the Eternal City with a papal blessing.  We thought it was only fitting that we start our marriage with a blessing from Pope Benedict XVI, the man who started leading the Church as we started our relationship.&nbs
p; With our airfare taken care of by Philip’s parents’ air miles, we were able to make it work!  Hooray! 


We made our way to Rome with our marriage certificate, the crucifix we received and had blessed during our nuptial Mass (for the Holy Father to bless), Philip’s suit, and a white dress I bought just for the blessing.  (Newlyweds receiving the papal blessing are instructed to wear their wedding attire, but Philip’s rental tux and my heirloom wedding gown weren’t going to make the trans-Atlantic flight!)  Newlyweds from around the world come to the pope’s weekly Wednesday audience to receive the papal blessing.  

In front of St. Peter’s after receiving the papal blessing

The universality of the Catholic Church sank in as we sat in St. Peter’s Square, surrounded by other newlyweds that spoke different languages.  

Another newlywed couple posed for a shot in the background.  I still don’t know what country they were from because I didn’t recognize the language they spoke!

As we looked out into the square, we saw various countries’ flags from around the world and heard the crowds chanting special songs to Pope Benedict in their native tongues.  Simultaneously, we remembered just how small the world can be when our college friends coincidentally sat right next to us for the newlywed papal blessing! 

Until I was ten feet away from the Holy Father, I hadn’t considered how grueling the Petrine office must be on a daily basis.  That, combined with the emotional weight of knowing that he stands at the helm of the barque for nearly a million souls, must be something.  I thought it was “heavy” when I learned my ultimate goal as a wife and mother is to get myself, my husband, and any children we have to heaven.  Imagine being given the charge of a billion souls!  

Our view from our seats during the papal audience.  We were so close to the Holy Father!

Despite the weight of his office, Pope Benedict exuded a deep peace.  It was beyond me how anyone could gaze upon his face, hear his words, and come away calling him “God’s Rottweiler.”  I desperately wanted to hug “Papa Bene,” kiss his ring, and thank him for his sacrificial service in love of the Church.  We weren’t able to get that close, but gazing upon his face and seeing his love for each person he met left an impression on me that I will never forget.   

Getting so close we could see his face

Pope John Paul II was the only pope Philip and I knew until our sophomore year of college.  He taught us about love, family, and the beauty of the domestic church.  He showed us the Genius of Women and prompted us to read the Catechism of the Catholic Church.  We both embraced his Theology of the Body and clung to its truths as we anticipated married life.  In countless ways, JPII laid the foundation for us to transition into adulthood as Catholics.  When JPII died, I didn’t think I could love another pope like I loved him.   

Instead of viewing Pope Benedict XVI as a benevolent grandfather figure as I had JPII, I came to know him as a stern but equally loving father.  The secular media had big plans for his pontificate, but Pope Benedict XVI allowed the Holy Spirit rather than the world’s wants to set the agenda.  He taught us about “Caritas in veritate” (Love or charity in truth).  Surrounded by militant secularism and the “dictatorship of relativism” on a secular university campus put me in a variety of situations where I was told “truth is whatever is true for you” and that religion has no business in the public sphere.  He taught me that truth may hurt (especially our pride!), but when we love, we take the risk of emptying ourselves to make room for Christ.  He taught me how Christianity glorifies the rational mind and does not ignore it.  I’ve often said that I would go to school for the rest of my life if I could.  Pope Benedict taught me through his example as a professor and scholar that intellectual pursuits are fruitful only when they ta
ke a backseat to an intimate relationship with Christ.   

Pope Benedict announced his resignation the morning of our daughter Jane’s 3rd birthday, and his last day in office will be Philip’s 28th birthday, February 28, 2013.  I was sad but not surprised when I learned about Pope Benedict’s decision to resign.  My sadness quickly changed to peaceful hope and trust when I remembered that the same man who came to this decision must be doing so with a heavy heart.   If we’re going to be without a pope, it seems appropriate that it happen during the season of Lent.  It’s a season of almsgiving, fasting, and prayer.  After pondering his abilities with the needs of the Church, Pope Benedict discerned that the Holy Spirit was calling him to give up the Chair of St. Peter, and we must “give up” our “Papa Bene,” trusting that he would not renounce the Chair of St. Peter unless it was necessary.

In his book The Problem of Pain, C.S. Lewis addresses how a Christian can explain suffering if a loving God exists.  When discussing our mortality, Lewis writes, “…finality must come some time, and it does not require a very robust faith to believe that Omniscience knows when.”  Amen!  God is the Giver of Life, and only He can allow that life to end through His permissive will.  I never felt that truth more acutely than when we lost our baby, Thérèse.  Similarly, the Holy Spirit guides the life of the Church, and it does not require the robust faith of Catholics to trust that Omniscience knows when to guide a pope toward resignation.  

We will miss you dearly as “Papa Bene,” Joseph Ratzinger, but we know that you will continue to dedicate your earthly life to being God’s faithful servant.  What more could we ask of you?  We must trust that the Holy Spirit will continue to guide the Church.  We must pray every day of Lent for you, for the upcoming papal conclave, and that God’s will be done in the selection of the next pope. 

Thank you for being our stern but loving “Papa” and for guiding Philip and I as we built our lives together and approach our fifth wedding anniversary.  I never thought I could love a pope as much as I loved JPII, but, as always, God outdid Himself in generosity when He gave us you.  Now, I wonder if I could love a pope as much as I love you.  Surely, God has something good in store if He is asking us to “give you up” this Lent.  God bless you, “Papa!”         

Happy 3rd Birthday, Jane!

Happy 3rd Birthday, Jane!

Happy 3rd Birthday, Jane Louise!  

I am so blessed to call you my daughter.  Thank you for bringing our family so much joy and laughter.  Looking through our family’s photos since you entered into our lives is so bittersweet!  How has it been three years already?!  Watching how much you have grown and changed makes me anxious for all of the blessings you will bring our family in the years to come. 

The Roller Coaster Ride

The Roller Coaster Ride

Losing our baby Thérèse changed me.  Some of the ways are obvious, and others sneak up on me and take my breath away.  Although it was the most painful experience I have ever gone through (and am still going through), I can’t thank God enough for giving our family that precious, little, innocent saint.  I think about her a lot, and I pray to her throughout the day as I wash dishes, play with the kids, or do the countless mundane tasks that make up my days.  

Sometimes, I’ll get a little reminder that if things had gone differently, she would still be with me.  In my tummy.  Kicking.  We would be anxiously awaiting her arrival on her due date, May 20, 2013.  For whatever reason, it wasn’t part of the plan–His plan.  I still don’t understand the plan or even pretend to wrap my mind around it.  Instead, I’m learning to stop planning, controlling, and allow God to take my roller coaster ride up and down and up and down.  For this Type A Martha girl, that is no easy task!  Good Father that He is, God knew I needed to learn to let Him take the reigns.

On November 2, All Souls Day, we learned on ultrasound that our precious baby was dead.  I started to miscarry at home the evening of November 4.  As things progressed and my blood loss became dangerous, I ended up having an emergency D&C in the wee hours of the morning on November 5.  The next weeks consisted of regaining my strength, getting a blood transfusion, squeezing the stuffing out of Jane and Walt, and busily preparing for hosting Thanksgiving.  I was grateful for the distraction of a major holiday!  

A week before Thanksgiving at my two-week follow-up appointment after my D&C, my OB said that my exam was normal and that I was healthy.  He gave us the all-clear to resume marital activities, but he recommended waiting three months before trying to conceive again.  The thought of waiting three months was agony, but wait we must.  He said to anticipate my cycle returning 4-6 weeks after my D&C.  We decided not to start charting again until that time came.  

A few nights after my follow-up OB appointment and before my cycle returned, Philip and I cried our eyes out after the kids went to bed.  We talked about missing Thérèse, how much we loved Jane and Walt, and how much we desperately wanted to have another baby.  We held each other and said we were ready for another baby whenever God would send us that blessing.  That night, we decided we to open ourselves to the possibility of a new baby, as unlikely as that would be.  After that night, we said we would follow my doctor’s instructions to avoid a pregnancy for three months.  

Thanksgiving came and went.  We made plans to gather our family to pray the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary for Thérèse on December 9.  The week of the Rosary, something wasn’t right.  I was moody and weepier than I had been, my breasts were leaking colostrum, and I had some abdominal cramping.  Noooooooooooo, I thought.  This must be from the miscarriage.  My body must be hanging on to the hormones, and it must take awhile for all of the pregnancy symptoms to subside.  Still…  

December 4, exactly one month to the day after I started to miscarry Thérèse, I told Philip that it was crazy, but that I thought I might be pregnant.  We decided to take a pregnancy test to confirm that we weren’t.  Before I took it, we discussed the possibility that a positive did not necessarily indicate pregnancy, but that the residual hormones from my previous pregnancy with Thérèse could create a false positive.  With this in mind, I went to take the test.  Instantly, the test was positive.  I had to take a picture so that I would still believe the results long after the test faded. 

“Oh, God,” I prayed, “Please guard my heart and give me the strength to accept whatever this means.”  Just like any other time I took a pregnancy test, I brought it out to show Philip.  We cried our happy tears, and we instantly told each other not to get our hopes up.  It was well after office hours, so I waited to call my OB until the next morning. 

First thing in the morning, I called my OB’s office, and I asked to speak with my OB’s amazing nurse.  I’ll never forget her for hugging me in the ultrasound room when we found out that Thérèse had died and for helping me through the whole process.  Let’s call the sweet nurse Allison.     

“Allison,” I said, “I took a pregnancy test, and it was positive.”

In her usual calm manner, she said, “Oh…well…did you have unprotected sex?”

I felt like a promiscuous teenager answering that question.  “Yes…but only once!” I said.

“Well,” she laughed, “that’s all it takes!”

As I expected, she was careful with her words from there.  She instructed me to come in for a blood draw to check my HCG levels.  “Then, you’ll come back 48 hours later.  If the levels have at least doubled, that indicates that you are pregnant.  If the levels don’t increase that much, it indicates that you may have some retaining fetal tissue, or you may just have some residual hormones.”  

I couldn’t wait, so I went in to the lab that afternoon, December 5, before the kids’ naptime to get a blood draw.  The results came back hours later, and I got a phone call from Allison. 
“Your HCG level is ___.”  I can’t remember what the number was.  I said, “Ok, so translate for me.  What are we working with?”  In typical Allison fashion, she said, “Well, it’s elevated.  So, it’s hard to say for sure at this point.  We’ll have to wait until your 48-hour blood draw to know for sure.  It’s definitely in the range for a positive pregnancy test, but we won’t know for sure until after your second blood draw.”


So, I went in for my second blood draw on December 7.  It was a Friday, and I was so nervous that I wasn’t going to get the results before the weekend!  Right before 5, Allison called.  

“Catherine?  It’s Allison.  I have the results of your blood test.  Your HCG level is ____.”  

The number was much, much higher than the first test.  It had more than tripled! 

“So, what does that mean?” I asked.  

“It means I think you’re pregnant.  Congratulations!” 

“Really?!  Really?!  Oh my goodness.  I can’t believe it!”  Of course, I was trying to keep myself composed over the phone, but I was sobbing at this point.  

Allison told me to make an appointment for an ultrasound at 5 weeks to confirm the pregnancy.  I thanked her, she congratulated me again, and I hung up the phone.  

Then, the weight of it all sunk in.  
I’m pregnant.  
I got pregnant two weeks after we lost Thérèse.  
We are having a Rosary for Thérèse in two days.  

It was a bizarre time emotionally.  We wrestled with sharing the news with our families at the Rosary, but we decided to wait until we could see a heartbeat on ultrasound and confirm that everything was okay.  So, we had a beautiful day celebrating our baby Thérèse in prayer.  The day was even sweeter knowing that I could ask for Thérèse’s intercession for her baby brother or sister.  “Please,” I prayed.  “Please, I don’t know if I can take losing another baby right now.  Please let us keep this baby.”  

The days c…r…a…w…l…e…d by until my ultrasound.  The day finally came, but I ended up having to reschedule because of a snowstorm.  By the time I had the ultrasound, I was nearly 6 weeks along according to our estimates.  

I confided in a friend what was going on, and she offered to watch the kids so that Philip and I could go to the appointment by ourselves.  We didn’t think we could endure hearing that we had lost another baby with them in the room.

The same ultrasound tech that told us Thérèse had died was performing this ultrasound.  I told her I was nervous and that I wanted to know exactly what I should anticipate seeing on the screen before we began.  “We think you’re only 5 weeks and 6 days, so it’s probably too early to see a heartbeat, and the baby will be very, very tiny.”  I prayed to the Blessed Mother to give me the strength I needed to endure whatever she told us.  Before scanning my uterus, she examined my ovaries and looked over everything else to make sure it was as it should be.  My right ovary showed signs that it had recently ovulated.  Good!  Oh, the waiting was agony.  When the image of my uterus came into view, we instantly saw a tiny, tiny baby.  Then, I noticed the fluttering.  “That’s the baby’s heartbeat,” said the ultrasound tech.  

Philip squeezed my shoulders.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.  It was difficult to see the screen.
The baby’s heartbeat!  
We had never even seen Thérèse’s heartbeat!  
This baby has a heartbeat!  
The baby is okay!
I’m really pregnant!

The ultrasound tech took some measurements and took the baby’s heart rate.  The baby measured just 3mm and had a heartbeat!  Amazing!  The baby measured right on target with the dates we provided my OB.  Without an LMP (last menstrual period) to date the pregnancy, my OB had to rely on the information that we were only together once two weeks after my D&C.  If I ovulated two weeks after my D&C, that would coincide with the date we gave him.  The ultrasound confirmed what we thought was impossible–we got pregnant with this baby two weeks after we lost Thérèse.  

After seeing the heartbeat on ultrasound, we decided we would announce the news to our families at Christmastime.  After the ultrasound, Philip and I went to get a bite to eat in the hospital cafeteria.  I’ll never forget the date of the ultrasound (Friday, December 14) because I watched the news about the Newtown, Connecticut shooting come on the cafeteria tv as I waited for Philip to pick up our order.)  We were numb from the news.  We couldn’t believe we were really pregnant, that we saw a heartbeat, and that all signs pointed to everything being okay.  

I popped into the restroom on our way to the car.  Then, the unthinkable happened.  There was blood.  I told Philip I thought it was probably from the ultrasound and that I’d call my OB if it got worse.  It got worse as the day went on, but it eventually went away.  A few days later, I had another bleeding episode.  This time, I thought for sure that the baby was gone.  I called my OB, and they had me come in
on December 21 for another ultrasound to check on the baby.  Despite the bleeding, all was well.  The first bleeding episode was likely from the ultrasound and a little implantation bleeding.  We’re still not sure what caused the second bleeding episode, but it was short-lived and considered normal first trimester bleeding.  Ugh!  I thought I was losing the baby every time I saw blood.  I thought I was re-living losing Thérèse.

With the good news that all was well with Baby, we told our families around Christmas that we were pregnant.  They were as surprised as we were, but they congratulated us and assured us of their prayers for this baby.  

I had another appointment January 10, and Baby looked great on ultrasound.  After that appointment, I started to absorb that I was really pregnant.  I was cautiously optimistic, but I wasn’t ready to share the news with the world yet.  

I didn’t have another appointment until January 31.  I was nearly at the 12-week mark, so it was supposed to be a quick appointment with a check of my vitals and a quick listen to Baby’s heartbeat on the doppler.  

Days before that ultrasound, my good friend (the same friend who watched the kids for the first ultrasound) met me for dessert.  She asked me how I was doing and mentioned Thérèse.  Instantly, I burst into tears.  I realized I hadn’t even asked myself how I was doing in a long time and that I was so preoccupied with this pregnancy that I hadn’t allowed myself to grieve, process, or do much beyond get through the long days with “morning” sickness, Philip’s rotten schedule that month, or worry about the unknowns with this pregnancy.

After I got home from my dessert date with my friend, Philip and I had a great talk on the couch and checked in with one another emotionally for the first time in probably a month.  That’s how it is with good friends–they prompt you to make your marriage better.  Philip and I had been so consumed with the holidays and just being in survival mode that we had put the grieving process on hold.  Thank goodness for good friends that help put us back on track!  

Philip and I held hands on the couch and cried as we talked about missing Thérèse, worrying about this baby, and being tired of residency’s crazy hours.  I confided in Philip that I was convinced there was something wrong with the baby and that I was ready for the worst at my ultrasound.  He said he understood why I was worried, but he reminded me of all of the positive signs we had from previous appointments that pointed to things being okay. 

When the ultrasound rolled around a few days later, Philip was able to come at the last minute because of some very sweet attending doctors on his rotation.  God bless them!  Thank goodness he came because it was a stressful appointment.  My vitals all looked good.  When it came time to listen to Baby’s heartbeat on the doppler, the appointment got scary.  I prayed the entire time my OB scanned my belly with the doppler.  After searching for two minutes, my OB couldn’t find a heartbeat.  Very calmly, he said, “Let’s go across the hall and take a peek on the ultrasound.”  Those were his exact words at my 12-week appointment with Thérèse before we saw that she had died.  I told myself that the baby was gone.  

We settled in to the ultrasound room, and the image on the screen came into view.  Instantly, we saw a perfectly formed little baby with a fluttering heart.  In fact, he or she kicked off of my uterine wall throughout the exam and made it very difficult for my OB to take any measurements.  Baby’s heart rate was right on target (161), and Baby measured 11 weeks and 5 days–exactly how far along I was that day!  I told my OB how nervous he made me when he couldn’t find the heart rate.  He assured me that my chances of miscarrying after that appointment were very, very low, and that Baby looked great.  He said to feel good about things, and I finally believed him.   

After receiving confirmation that Baby was okay and that everything looked great, we decided to share the news with the rest of our friends and extended family.  We posted this picture of Walt getting an “Eviction Notice” from the nursery on Facebook.  He was ready for his morning nap, and we took his pacifier away, so it was easy to capture a sad pout from him.

Since November, I’ve felt that my life has been in a holding pattern.  Not a day goes by that I don’t fear losing Baby, but I’m finally allowing myself to make an emotional connection.  I’m finally finding myself thinking about Baby as a part of this family and imagining him or her with us in August.

12-week belly shot



God is teaching me each day to relinquish control, live in the present, and trust.  I’m learning to trust that He will guide the roller coaster ride I’m on through all of the scary twists and turns to a safe return home.  Some days, I’m white-knuckled and feel as though I’m going to be sick (some days literally!).  Other days, I allow myself to enjoy the rush as I anticipate the next curve.  Losing Thérèse taught me that our lives are completely out of my hands.  God will give.  God will take.  God will be there to love me through it all.  I need only entrust myself and our family to Him.  The trouble is, I forget this reality and fall into the trap of thinking our lives are in my control.  Usually, God swiftly returns me to my knees where I belong when that happens.

I am so grateful for the gift of my Catholic Faith throughout these last several months.  Without the belief that our baby Thérèse is a saint in heaven
that can intercede on behalf of our family, enduring losing her and thinking that we were losing this baby would be unbearable.  I can’t help but think that without Thérèse dying, we would never have the precious baby growing inside of me.  It is bittersweet to think that this baby is due three months after Thérèse would have been born.  My greatest hope as a parent is to get our family to heaven.  Thinking that we already have one member there is all the incentive we need to keep working toward that goal.  

I’m reading Kimberly Hahn’s book Beloved and Blessed.  She recounts a conversation with her son, Joseph, when he realized his mom miscarried two babies before him.

“How soon did the baby die before you conceived me?”
“Joseph, I miscarried just weeks before we conceived you.”
“So if that baby had not died, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
“No, Joseph.”

Joseph thought for a moment, and he shared this profound thought:  “Mom, I’m sorry the other baby died, but this way you get to have us both!”

I love everything about that passage!  How lucky am I that I get to have BOTH my saint Thérèse in heaven AND this precious baby growing inside of me?!  Amazing!  

So, I’m getting on with the business of remembering that we are blessed and that God want us to be happy.  Sure, I’ll continue to grieve and cry for the baby I never held, but I’m not a bad mother for being happy or even for forgetting about Thérèse from time to time.  After all, God’s taking care of her.  She’s in far better hands with Him anyway!  

Meanwhile, the precious babies we already have are helping me to remember just how blessed we are.  The day after my ultrasound, Jane was looking at my belly as I got dressed.  

Me:  Did we get to see Baby yesterday on the tv?

Jane:  Yes.

Me:  Wasn’t the baby so cute?!

Jane:  No, Mama.  The baby isn’t cute.

I was momentarily saddened by Janie’s response.  Of course the baby was cute!  Perhaps this was just a little sibling jealousy coming out.

Jane:  Babies aren’t cute; they’re perfect.  Pets are cute, Mama.  Babies are perfect.

Out of the mouths of babes!  She’s right, you know.  What a supreme blessing and honor that humans are made in the image and likeness of God.  Regardless of what lies ahead with this pregnancy (or any pregnancy), the babies are perfect because they are made exactly as God intended–with an immortal soul that He hopes will be returned to Him.  If we get to keep this baby, Thérèse taught me the time will only be “on loan,” and that it is my job to return all of my babies to their Father.  I know she will help me to do just that.  

I hope I make you proud, Thérèse!  I miss you everyday.  Please pray for us.    

Family Prayer in the New Year

Family Prayer in the New Year

This last Advent, we decided to make our time around the Advent wreath a focal time of family prayer.  After dinner, Philip gave the kids baths and put them in their jammies while I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.  Afterward, we gathered around the dinner table.  With only the light from our Advent wreath candles, Philip led our family in prayer using Lisa Hendey’s “O Radiant Dawn: 5-Minute Prayers Around the Advent Wreath.”  (I highly recommend this booklet as a resource for your prayer time around the Advent Wreath.)

A few weeks into Advent, we realized how much we all looked forward to this time together.  We decided we wanted to continue that special, dedicated family prayer time in addition to our meal and bedtime prayer routine.  

Advent began nearly a month after we lost baby Thérèse.  During that first week of Advent, we prepared a family Rosary to commemorate Thérèse’s life.  In preparation for the family Rosary, I put together a Family Prayer Binder.

Inside the binder, I included pocket dividers to hold laminated images of the different Mysteries of the Rosary.  (We purchased the images at our local Catholic bookstore, and I laminated them on my brand new laminator.  I love that thing!)

The images are beautiful and helpful for focusing on the Mysteries as we pray them.  

After we had the Rosary for Thérèse, we decided to start saying one decade of the Rosary during our prayer time around the Advent Wreath.  

Princess Janie loves this beautiful purple and pink Rosary given to me by my sister and brother-in-law on the occasion of their daughter’s (my goddaughter’s!) baptism. 

Walter can’t be trusted with the nice Rosaries yet, so he gets this special, nearly indestructible one with plastic beads.  

After the Advent wreath went away, we realized we needed a new focal point in addition to the laminated images of the Mysteries of the Rosary.  Since the kids loved watching the flames of the Advent Wreath candles in the darkness, we decided to buy a beautiful gardenia-scented candle with a pretty cover.  When we burn that candle down to the bottom, we can use the cover on a new one.  

Weeks later, Janie still asks for “the purple Rosary.”  She loves asking about the laminated images and is able to identify the various figures.  She told me today that “Jesus has long hair like Rapunzel.”  Oh, the sweet innocence of children!  Janie loves getting to kiss Jesus’ feet on the Crucifix of her Rosary at the end of our prayer and blow out the candle.

After Janie blows out the candle, Walt loves to wave the smoke around with his pudgy little hands.  

Sometimes he sticks his hand in a little too far!

We’ve been praying a decade each night for nearly a month, and the kids are really getting the swing of things.  Tonight, Philip said it was “time to pray the Rosary,” and both kiddos came running to their chairs at the table.  Right on cue, Janie asked for her purple Rosary, and Walt told all of us “pray!” as he folded his hands.  

For now, one decade is the extent of our Rosary time around the dinner table.  At their ages (almost 3 and 19 months), we’re happy to have them confined to their chairs and focused for five minutes.  We’ll build from here!  I look forward to celebrating the different liturgical seasons and adding to our dedicated family prayer time.  

The Royal BABY

The Royal BABY

December 28th is the Feast of the Holy Innocents.  On this day, we celebrate the male babies murdered by King Herod in his paranoid attempt to preserve his throne and kill the newborn king, the Christ Child.  Today, we pray for those babies as well as all of the other Innocents that have died.  My niece, our baby Thérèse, other babies that died through miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant death, as well as the millions of babies that are victims of abortion come to mind.  Catholics entrust these Innocents’ souls to our loving God’s mercy, and the Church celebrates these babies as saints.  

On this Feast of the Holy Innocents, I came across Eric Metaxas’ article “Gushing over the royal fetus: words matter” on Lifesitenews.com.    He made me consider all of the hoopla surrounding the royal baby in a new light.  Of course, like the rest of the world, I was thrilled for the couple when I heard the news, but I hadn’t taken pause to consider what a wonderful blessing this royal baby is by his or her presence in the media spotlight.  

As a pro-life woman, I barely blinked at all of the reports about a “royal baby” and took that phrase for granted.  After all, when a woman is pregnant, she is having a baby, right?  I never considered what a wonderful, pro-life message the words “royal baby” send the world–especially early on in the pregnancy.  The news generally does semantic gymnastics when it refers to a pregnancy in the first trimester.  These babies are usually referred to as a “product of conception,” “lump of tissue,” or a “fetus.” 

Yet, it seems when we’re talking about royalty, there’s no debate in the tabloids or news over the personhood of the royal offspring.  Since the news broke, we hear everywhere that Prince William and Duchess of Cambridge are having a baby–not a “product of conception,” a “fetus,” or a “lump of tissue.”  In his article on Lifesitenews.com, Metaxas mentions a British blogger with the tongue-in-cheek pseudonym “Archbishop Cranmer,” “referencing the 16th-century Protestant divine who was executed during the reign of Queen Mary on the charge of heresy.”  I think Metaxas is onto something when he quotes the hypocrisy “Archbishop Cranmer” notes the media treatment of the “royal baby” compared to other first trimester babies: 

Noting the excitement in British society about the child who is “destined to ascend the throne,” the modern “Archbishop Cranmer” points out the slip of so many tongues. “Surely such ‘pro-choice’ newspapers and journals (and people) should be talking about a bunch of pluripotent stem cells, an embryo or a foetus?” he asks. “For reports suggest that the Duchess is still in her first trimester, so this is not yet a baby; and certainly nothing with any kind of destiny. At this stage, surely, it is a non-person, just like the other 201,931 non-persons who last year were evacuated from wombs in England, Scotland and Wales.”

“Archbishop Cranmer” is right to question why the world unwaveringly considers the royal baby (even in the first trimester) a baby while the country legally aborted hundreds of thousands of babies and refers to other first trimester babies as “a bunch of pluripotent stem cells, an embryo or a foetus.”  

When the world watched the Olympics in London, we witnessed the deep respect and love the English people have for the royal family.  That deep respect seems to be transferring naturally to the royal couple’s children.  In an unspoken agreement, the English people and the world dare not degrade the royal baby to the status of “potential person.”  

Some might lament that the world is anticipating the royal baby’s birth more than it anticipated the birth of the Christ Child at Christmas, but let’s focus on the good.  It is good and beautiful to witness the world anxiously awaiting the birth of any baby.  

It’s interesting to consider that the world won’t question the personhood of the royal baby, yet it turns a blind eye to the millions of babies that are victims of abortion.  If we believe what St. Paul tells us, we need to remember that we are royalty, too.  (Remember, though, our King wore a crown of thorns instead of jewels.) 

But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s own people, that you may declare the wonderful deeds of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.  (1 Peter 2:9)

If God is King and we are His children, we are made in His image and likeness and make up His royal priesthood.  When I taught high school Spanish at an all-girls school, I routinely told my students (en español) that they were God’s princesses and deserved only the best treatment from any young men that they dated.  Now that I have children of my own, I demand that the world treat them as the royal babies that they are–not because they can do no wrong (ohhhhhhhh, believe me, my precious little ones can make my blood boil on the right day), but the world should treat them as royal babies because they are on loan to me from their perfect Father.  Just as I expect the world to treat them as royal babies, I expect them to return the same treatment to everyone else on this planet because we’re equally important in the eyes of God.  

So, Holy Innocents, please pray for us.  Pray that we see the inherent beauty and dignity in every human person–especially the unborn, disabled, and elderly.  Pray that we defend the Innocents among us.  Help us to anticipate the birth of every baby with hope and joy in the knowledge that the baby will be a member of a royal priesthood.    

Baby Jesus’ Birthday Party

Baby Jesus’ Birthday Party

At the beginning of Advent, we started explaining to the children that we were preparing for Baby Jesus’ birthday.  We had Christmas Eve all to ourselves this year, so we decided to throw Baby Jesus a birthday party.  When I took the kids to the grocery store last week, I asked Janie to pick out the kind of cake that Jesus likes best.  Naturally, His favorite ended up being chocolate fudge with chocolate fudge frosting!

Janie and her trusty sidekick, Walt, helped Philip make Baby Jesus’ chocolate chocolate cake.

Adding the ingredients
Mixing it all up
Philip did the frosting and writing
Janie thought the cake needed a little something, so she added some red sprinkles…
Some silver balls…
Some blue sprinkles…
And some rainbow sprinkles.  Ta da!  We thought this was the finished product…
Thumbs up from the baker
Philip gave Walt a taste of the frosting, and he ended up with a little mustache
Checking out the action.  This is when Janie gave the cake a final flourish of blue sprinkles!
Walt’s not so sure about the added blue sprinkles.
The finished product!
We went to our parish’s Children’s Mass on Christmas Eve and came home for our Baby Jesus Birthday Party.  To mix things up a bit, we had brunch for dinner.  We went with a Christmas tree motif.
We added green food coloring to the waffle batter for our “tree.”  The “star” is chopped up peaches, the “ornaments” are raspberries and blueberries, and the “trunk” is a sausage link.  The kids loved their trees!  We also had some cheesy scrambled eggs.  Yum yum!  
After brunch for dinner, I brought the Fontanini and Little People Nativity Baby Jesus figurines out of hiding to join us at the dinner table.  We put a single candle on the birthday cake, turned out the lights, and sang “Happy Birthday” to Baby Jesus.  The cake was a big hit–especially with Walt!
The kids were SO EXCITED that Baby Jesus was finally in His manger in the nativity scenes!  Janie kept saying, “Aw, Baby Jesus is sooooooo cute!” giving him smooches, and laying Him back in His manger.  Walt walked around with the Little People Baby Jesus, saying, “Baby!  Baby!  Baby!”  It was a fun little celebration with our little family to celebrate the birth of the Christ Child.

Baby Jesus' Birthday Party

Baby Jesus' Birthday Party

At the beginning of Advent, we started explaining to the children that we were preparing for Baby Jesus’ birthday.  We had Christmas Eve all to ourselves this year, so we decided to throw Baby Jesus a birthday party.  When I took the kids to the grocery store last week, I asked Janie to pick out the kind of cake that Jesus likes best.  Naturally, His favorite ended up being chocolate fudge with chocolate fudge frosting!

Janie and her trusty sidekick, Walt, helped Philip make Baby Jesus’ chocolate chocolate cake.

Adding the ingredients
Mixing it all up
Philip did the frosting and writing
Janie thought the cake needed a little something, so she added some red sprinkles…
Some silver balls…
Some blue sprinkles…
And some rainbow sprinkles.  Ta da!  We thought this was the finished product…
Thumbs up from the baker
Philip gave Walt a taste of the frosting, and he ended up with a little mustache
Checking out the action.  This is when Janie gave the cake a final flourish of blue sprinkles!
Walt’s not so sure about the added blue sprinkles.
The finished product!
We went to our parish’s Children’s Mass on Christmas Eve and came home for our Baby Jesus Birthday Party.  To mix things up a bit, we had brunch for dinner.  We went with a Christmas tree motif.
We added green food coloring to the waffle batter for our “tree.”  The “star” is chopped up peaches, the “ornaments” are raspberries and blueberries, and the “trunk” is a sausage link.  The kids loved their trees!  We also had some cheesy scrambled eggs.  Yum yum!  
After brunch for dinner, I brought the Fontanini and Little People Nativity Baby Jesus figurines out of hiding to join us at the dinner table.  We put a single candle on the birthday cake, turned out the lights, and sang “Happy Birthday” to Baby Jesus.  The cake was a big hit–especially with Walt!
The kids were SO EXCITED that Baby Jesus was finally in His manger in the nativity scenes!  Janie kept saying, “Aw, Baby Jesus is sooooooo cute!” giving him smooches, and laying Him back in His manger.  Walt walked around with the Little People Baby Jesus, saying, “Baby!  Baby!  Baby!”  It was a fun little celebration with our little family to celebrate the birth of the Christ Child.

My Thoughts on Sandy Hook

I sat down to write tonight, hoping to put something cohesive together about what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary last Friday.  I can’t.  All that I can come up with is a bunch of thoughts simultaneously running through my mind.  Maybe that’s what this post needs to be since my brain isn’t capable of formulating well thought-out paragraphs.  Maybe I just need to get it all out.

I wrote about the usual tropes with mass shootings after the movie theater massacre in Aurora, Colorado.  That post highlighted the pandemic of instability our youngest members of society face in the United States.  Instability, I argued, is the greatest cause of problems among our country’s youth.  

Does our country need tighter gun control laws?  No doubt about it.  Will tighter gun control laws save lives?  Logic tells me they will.  Yet, no matter how tight the laws are or how well they are enforced, I believe a mentally unstable person desperate to do others or themselves harm will find a way to find a lethal weapon.  So, the solution extends beyond the gun laws.

We can’t jump to conclusions about any shooter from any of these cases, yet we can observe the parallels and hope to learn something from them.  When classmates, friends, family members, or other acquaintances describe the shooters, their adjectives include: adolescent, male, loner, awkward, isolated, computer geek, goth, average, depressed, quiet, smart, nice, divorced parents, suburban.  Lumped together, these adjectives often do not add up to what the education system considers an “at-risk” kid.  A non-minority child with good to average grades from a middle to middle-upperclass background simply won’t get the attention and resources that the “squeakier wheels”(i.e. children with behavioral outbursts, socioeconomic concerns, learning disabilities) receive.  

I do not doubt our country is full of hardworking and sacrificial teachers that give nothing less than their best everyday to their students.  We cannot fault our educators or the education system for allowing these truly at-risk children to “slip through the cracks.”  We need to see what brokenness these children are bringing with them to school that our education system cannot and must not be expected to repair.  

Many of these young men come from broken homes and many are raised by single moms.  There are plenty of single parents in this country (most are moms) who are doing a heck of a job raising their children on their own, but I imagine most would concede that it’s not ideal.  Parenting is a tough gig, and there are all kinds of reasons that God designed it to be a tag team effort.  (While we’re at it, parenting used to be an extended family and neighborhood team effort, but we’re talking about moms and dads right now.)  Parenting is supposed to be a mom-dad tag team effort because, no matter how much protesting or hate mail this comment receives, mothers and fathers are not interchangeable, they do not perform the same functions in families, and they and their children need one another to bring their unique gifts to the family.  (In putting my thoughts together, I realized I actually have a lot of thoughts on this topic.  In the interest of staying on-topic, I bunched those thoughts all together into another blog post that I’ll publish another time.) 

In the Sandy Hook case, we hear that the shooter’s mother stayed at home with him, homeschooled him for some time after fighting with the school board, and received substantial financial support from the shooter’s father.  The father seems largely forgotten in the scenario while the news and blog comment boxes are full of belligerent comments about the mother.  This is where we see that even a stay at home mother or financial stability is not enough.  We all know it is not always possible because of death, military service, or another reason, but whenever possible (and barring unique situations like abuse), the ideal scenario for a child is living with their mother and father.  

As a society, let’s beef up the gun control laws and figure out what makes these shooters “atrisk.”  Let’s examine our mental health diagnostics, procedures, and protocol.  Let’s get these troubled youth the help they need, but let’s not depend on our education system to catch everyone.  Our educators are already overworked, underpaid, and generally expected to raise our country’s children for us.  Let’s look within our own families and ourselves as parents to determine what we can do to be our children’s best advocates.  Let’s create as much stability as possible for our children.  Let’s remember that women and men are not interchangeable, that we need each other, and that we need to work together within the family context to help our children transition healthily into adulthood.  Let’s remember that marriage is a lifelong commitment to one another and any children that we help to create.             

Sharing What I Learned

Losing our precious baby Thérèse taught me many things, introduced me to many resources, and showed me how many families are affected by miscarriage, stillbirth, and infant death.  Since sharing our story, nearly fifty women and their family members reached out to me to share their stories or ask for advice on how to navigate through this time that nobody seems to talk about.  

Rather than keep the advice and lessons learned to myself or within private messages, I want to share helpful lessons and resources with everyone interested in learning more.  Whether a person needs the advice now or faces the death of a baby down the road, hopefully this shared insight will help them to face that time with some gained perspective and the knowledge that there is a community of support ready and willing to help. 

Here is what Philip and I learned:

Hold The Baby and Bring Items for Them to Hold
If parents receive a terminal prenatal diagnosis for their baby, think he or she may die shortly after birth, or that the baby may not even survive the birthing process, consider a c-section.  A c-section may offer them the opportunity to hold their living baby. 

If other family members are present or will be shortly after death, invite them to hold the baby.  This will be their only chance to see and behold your precious baby, so offer them that option if you are comfortable with it or they request it.  I was able to hold my niece shortly after she died, and I am so grateful that my sister and brother-in-law gave me that tremendous blessing.  It was the only chance I had to hold her and see her with my own eyes as my precious, irrepeatable niece. 

Get the Right Doctor, Be Your Family’s Best Advocate, and Trust Your Gut
If you feel that your doctor is not sensitive to your family’s needs or wishes, switch doctors.  Some physicians may advocate termination when you desperately wish to move forward with a pregnancy despite a terminal diagnosis.  Find a doctor who will help your family to make decisions that uphold your family’s beliefs.  

I highly recommend finding a pro-life doctor from OneMoreSoul.com.  This is how we found my amazing NFP-only OBGYN.  Without his pro-life convictions and support, I think losing our baby would have been a different experience.  Despite what the science was telling him, he trusted my gut feeling that something was wrong and told me to come on in for an ultrasound.  The ultrasound confirmed that Thérèse had died.  He always referred to Thérèse as our baby instead of “the fetus” or “the products of conception,” affirmed that her death was a real loss, and encouraged us to take all the time we needed to grieve. 

Make Memories Just Like It Were a “Regular” Pregnancy or Delivery
During the pregnancy, do the things parents do during “regular” pregnancies to make memories.  Keep everything.  I asked to keep the ultrasound pictures of Thérèse because they were the only chance I had to see her.  Take belly pictures, write in a journal, or write letters to the baby.  Writing was very therapeutic for me after we found out we were miscarrying, and several women shared that putting their thoughts into writing during a pregnancy with a terminal diagnosis helped them as well.  Whether it’s a personal journal, a private or public blog, or some other writing outlet, writing is a helpful way to put thoughts into words or remember the details as they happen when you don’t have the energy to talk to another person.  The other reason I loved writing about things as I felt them was that I wanted to capture the details.  I wanted them on paper so that when I was ready to relive some moment or face something emotionally, the memory was all laid out for me to throw myself into.  Rereading about the day we found out Thérèse had died or the day I had my emergency D&C helps with the healing process on the days that I am able to relive the experience.  

Bring special items like a stuffed animal or a blanket to wrap the baby in at the hospital.  These items that your baby touched are treasures.  Some hospitals provide services to take clay imprints of the baby’s footprints.  Consider creating a playlist of music to play during labor, delivery, and after the baby is born.  The music that you listened to as you met and held your baby might bring you comfort in the future.  

There is a fantastic resource called Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep Photography.  NILMDTS specializes in the photography of parents with their babies 25 weeks or older for a private session at the hospital immediately after their baby’s death.  Over 5000 photographers are available throughout the country to offer this invaluable service to grieving parents searching for a way to capture their baby’s memory.   You can find a photographer through the NILMDTS website here

Name the Baby
Choose a name for your baby.  This way, your precious, irrepeatable little baby will be more in conversation than “the baby we lost.”  Other family members will have a name to refer to them by, and you have a name to call on in heaven when you ask for their intercession in prayer. 

You may not be far enough along in the pregnancy to know the sex of the baby, and that’s okay.  You can either pick a name based on the inkling you had or choose a name that works for both genders.  

Baptize the Baby
If the baby survives delivery and is in danger of death, baptize the baby.  If possible, make arrangements ahead of time and ask your priest to be there in the delivery room.  If not, remember that anyone, including parents, can baptize case of danger of death.  All that is necessary is some water to pour over the baby’s head as you say the words, “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”  Pour the water one time for each member of the Blessed Trinity, and add the baby’s name before blessing if you chose a name.  For example, “Innocent, I baptize you in the name of (pour water) the Father, and of (pour water) the Son, and (pour water) of the Holy Spirit.”  For further information, consult the Code of Canon Law and the Catechism of the Catholic Church.  Your parish priest will help you navigate these questions as well.      

Formally Commemorate Your Baby’s Life and Death
I recommend having a formal memorial service of some kind.  Gather family and friends (whoever you’d like to be present) to celebrate a memorial Mass, a Rosary, or some other formal way to recognize that you were blessed with a precious baby that died and that you want to remember and pray for them together.   

Honor other family members by asking them to participate in your ceremony.  We asked our niece and nephews to each lead a decade of the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary for Thérèse.

Many cemeteries and funeral homes work with families at little to no cost to provide them with caskets or burial plots for babies.  Many cemeteries have special areas set aside for babies that die through miscarriage, stillbirth, or as infants.  Our baby Thérèse died at 12 weeks gestation, so she will be buried in a special crypt with other miscarried babies in a Catholic cemetery.  We are comforted knowing that there will be a physical place that we can go to with a marker to visit our baby.  

If the baby has older siblings, some parents ask the children to bring a balloon to the burial to send up to heaven for the baby to “catch.”  Having a physical place to visit on the anniversary of the baby’s death, original due date, or other important family anniversaries can be very healing.  

Celebrate the Anniversaries
Find a ritual that works for your family to memorialize your baby.  Perhaps you’ll visit your baby’s gravesite, donate a blanket or monetary gift to the hospital NICU, donate to your parish school, or find another way to share the love of your child with your larger community.  My sister and brother-in-law decided they would commemorate each passing year by donating to an area women’s religious order summer camp for vocations in honor of their daughter.  

Advocate for the Proper Handling of Your Baby’s Remains
Unfortunately, not all hospitals or healthcare providers are as sensitive as they should be with the handling of your baby’s remains.  In our case, I had to go to an area non-Catholic hospital emergency room for an emergency D&C after severe blood loss.  

I was asked to fill out a form to determine what we wanted to happen with Thérèse’s remains as I was being prepped for an emergency D&C.  There were three options available on the form.  Option one was to allow the hospital to treat the remains according to hospital policy.  This basically amounted to treating our baby as medical waste.  The other options were to release Thérèse’s remains to a funeral home or to say that we were unsure at the time.  

Philip had accepted a job after residency in another city, so we knew we wanted Thérèse’s remains buried there.  We asked that Thérèse’s remains be released to us so that we could deliver them to a Catholic hospital in that city to make arrangements for burial in that city’s Catholic cemetery.  Unfortunately, it was against this hospital’s policy to release the “products of conception” directly to parents.  They usually worked through funeral homes.  In our case, since we would have needed Thérèse’s remains transferred to another city, it would have cost a pretty penny to have a funeral home deliver her remains to the hospital in the other city.  Had we miscarried at home, we would have avoided the legal hoops and could have delivered our baby’s remains to the hospital for burial without incident.  

It took a very special pathologist from the hospital to advocate for us with the hospital’s administration and legal team to get Thérèse’s remains released to us.  Although he is our baby’s father, Philip could not pick up Thérèse’s remains since they were in my name as the hospital patient.  So, I packed up the kids, and we headed to the hospital to pick up Thérèse’s remains.  The hospital had to draw up a release for me to sign, saying that I would deliver Thérèse’s remains to the Catholic hospital for burial.  Also, I had to sign that I was aware that “coming into contact with the products of conception” could cause serious infection or even death.  The pathologist shook my hand and said that he was so sorry we had to go through all of the legal hoops.  He said he went to bed the night before feeling terrible about how things happened but that he was glad he could help a family bury their baby as they wished.  I think of that sweet pathologist often and am so grateful for how hard he worked to help us.  

If you feel that the way your doctor, a nurse, or other healthcare professional handled your situation was not helpful, let them know.  I am writing a respectful letter to the hospital where I had the D&C.  When I was bleeding uncontrollably, the emergency doctor started to remove Thérèse without telling me wha
t he was doing.  Perhaps he was just focused on stopping the bleeding, but I had to ask Philip and the nurses to tell me what was happening.  I watched as he filled container after container, and I kept asking if he had found our baby.  It was a bizarre and helpless feeling.  We were also disappointed in the way the hospital would not release Thérèse’s remains to us without a fight.  If I don’t make the hospital aware of our story or our feelings, other families may experience the same kind of fear or frustration.  I hope my writing a letter to the hospital will help others.   

Although we had some negative experiences with some healthcare professionals, there are many well-trained and sensitive doctors or nurses trained to help families through and in preparation for the death of a baby.  If you receive a terminal diagnosis during pregnancy or your baby dies while in the hospital, find out if there are trained grief support professionals available to help you.  There are often registered nurses with additional training in bereavement services.  These special people can help facilitate the creation of mementos, referrals for community support, registration for grief support groups, or help your family to make various unexpected decisions.  They will help families to avoid unnecessary heartache by doing things (with your permission) such as: marking your door with a special sign to alert others that your baby died (this will prevent well-meaning nurses or others from asking hurtful questions about breastfeeding, newborn photos, etc.), or they may help you to be transferred away from the maternity wing if you wish, etc.     

Consider the Gift of Life
Some babies are eligible for organ donation.  Although it might be too difficult to consider beforehand or even in the moment, your precious baby can give other families the gift of life.  The donor recipients will be living memorials to your baby.  If you have ethical concerns about this practice, contact the National Catholic Bioethics Center in Philadelphia for a consultation.

Read or Listen When You Don’t Feel Like Talking
There are some fantastic books and other resources available for parents or other family members searching for support when they don’t feel like talking.  Reading was a great comfort to me during the quiet of night, when Philip had a long shift, or during the kids’ naptime.  I read a few books that I highly recommend:

  1. Naming the Child: Hope-filled Reflections on Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Infant Death by Jenny Schroedel.
  2. Empty Cradle, Broken Heart:  Surviving the Death of Your Baby by Deborah Davis.   I need to point out that this book shares stories of post-abortive women as well as families that lost babies through miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant death.  Feel free to skip through the stories that are not as helpful or pertinent to your situation.  Reading stories about women who chose to end their pregnancies when I so desperately wanted mine was difficult, so I chose to skip those.  Nonetheless, those women need to find healing, and this would be a tremendous book for post-abortive women trying to find support.
  3. Catholic Answers Live podcast, After Miscarriage, with Karen Edmisten and Donna Murphy.  Donna Murphy has an apostolate called Heaven’s Gain dedicated to casket making for babies.  Karen Edmisten wrote a book called After Miscarriage: A Catholic Woman’s Companion to Healing and Hope that I read and found very uplifting.  
  4. The Problem of Pain and A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis.  Lewis tried to address the problem of evil as a Christian in The Problem of Pain.  It wasn’t until the death of his wife that he felt he personally experienced profound pain and wrote about enduring it as a Christian in A Grief Observed.   

I know there are other wonderful books out there, but these were very helpful for me.  Each of the books has a rich bibliography full of additional resources. 

Forgive Others and Give Yourself a Break
When others say or do the wrong thing, stay away, or don’t know what to do, forgive them.  When someone says the wrong thing, you can tell them, but remember that their risking saying the wrong thing is probably coming from a place of love.

When you’re not ready to talk, you’re struggling through your grief, or you need to ask for help to get through the day, forgive yourself.  My wonderful friends and family offered to take the kids so that I had time to be with my thoughts or cry.  This was a tremendous gift.  One of my favorite things to do was sit in silence in the adoration chapel, let the tears flow when they came, and listen to our Lord.  

Don’t be afraid to ask for help, and don’t be afraid to make the request specific.  As my friend told me, “People love you, Catherine.  They want to help you.  They need it, too.  Let them.”      

If the grief becomes overwhelming, get the help you need to work through the healing process. 
   
Make Sure “Dad” Gets Support
Dads often get forgotten while Mom and Baby get all of the attention.  Make sure “Dad” is able to work through his feelings and get the support that he needs.  Philip and I made it our routine to check in with each other before bed each night.  A month later, we still check in.  “How are you doing today?”  

Since men tend to handle things differently, and each man will handle things differently than another, help your husband find a way to grieve and share in his own way.  Some men might enjoy talking with other dads or just having a little silence.  Since many men don’t have a chance to decompress on the way home from work or have friends to talk to about their baby’s death, give them an opportunity to have some silence before they get home.  My friends suggested that Philip pop into our parish adoration chapel for 10 minutes on his way home.  Also, remember that it is okay for your husband to grieve differently than you.

Don’t Try to Compare Apples to Apples
No one may ever perfectly understand your story, and that’s okay.  Nonetheless, it’s human nature to compare stories.  When we hear about another family’s tragic loss, sometimes we try to comfort them by saying something like, “Wow.  You had it so much worse than I did.  I only miscarried, and you had a full-term baby.”  

Resist that temptation.  It’s okay that our experiences are different because, well, they simply are.  There’s not better or worse or easier or harder.  They are just ours.  

When my sister tried explaining this to me, she said a friend gave her some great advice.  “If we had all of our problems thrown into a pile, we’d still pick our exact same problem out of the pile again.  After awhile, you own it, and it becomes a part of you.  You wouldn’t trade your problem for another person’s problem because it’s yours.”   

So, whether you lost a baby days after a positive pregnancy test, in the delivery room, or just before their first birthday, you still lost your irrepeatable baby that you love.  Your baby deserves to be remembered, grieved, and prayed for.  Don’t let your baby’s age diminish your love affair or the depth of your grief.

What Did I Forget?
This is only a compilation of the things I learned, read, and experienced as we navigated losing Thérèse.  Everything I wrote won’t be helpful for each person, and I’m only one person, so I undoubtedly didn’t write everything on the topic.  Hopefully at least one thing I wrote will help you to help yourself or a loved one through the death of a beloved baby.  If you are a medical professional, hopefully this added insight will help you to be a better advocate for families and their babies.  If you have something to add, please share it below.  No family should have to experience the death of a baby and feel helpless as they navigate the process.  It is my prayer that sharing my story and the lessons we learned through the process prevents other families from experiencing further heartache and find peace as they grieve their baby.     

Additions Since Original Post:
A friend passed along information about the Missing Angels BillIf families have a baby that is stillborn, the Missing Angels Bill helps them to create a birth certificate for that baby.  The birth certificate is called a Certificate of Birth Resulting in Stillbirth.  Here is an article with more information. 

Another tremendous resource for families is the MISS Foundation.  According to their website, MISS is “an international 501(c)3, volunteer based organization providing C.A.R.E. [counseling, advocacy, research, and education] services to families experiencing the death of a child.”  For more information or to find local MISS chapters, check out their website here.  

Celebrating Thérèse

Celebrating Thérèse

After a lot of prayer, Philip and I decided we wanted to celebrate our baby Thérèse’s life formally with our family.  Thérèse will be buried at a Catholic cemetery, but there will be no formal burial ceremony.  (I’ll go into the logistics and hoops I had to go through to set all of that up another time.)  Instead of a memorial Mass, we decided to gather our family and my Bible study girlfriends together to pray the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary and have a dessert reception afterward.  

We met on Sunday at our parish Our Lady Chapel.  Isn’t it beautiful?

The space was perfect for our intimate prayer time together.  Philip and I wanted to make sure that everyone there felt that they were active participants, so we made a few preparations.  

First, we typed up a program.  On the front were our family’s intentions for each of the five Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary and a small note of thanks:

 

Please Join Us In

Praying the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary

To Celebrate the Life of
Thérèse Patricia Boucher
                   

The First Glorious Mystery – The ResurrectionWe pray for the gift of strong faith–both in times of sorrow and joy.  May we always find hope in the Resurrection of Christ.  Let us ask Mary for the gift of an unshakeable faith.


The Second Glorious Mystery – The Ascension
We pray that our lives are a sign of hope for others.  In times of sorrow, grant us the grace to remain hopeful, trust in God’s will, and remember the promise of salvation.


The Third Glorious Mystery – The Descent of the Holy Spirit
We pray for a deepening in awareness of the gifts of the Holy Spirit.  May we use them to show our love of God and each other.  Help each of us to be a faithful disciple and steward of Your gifts. 


The Fourth Glorious Mystery – The AssumptionWe pray that each of us will model our lives after the faithfulness of Mary and rejoice in God’s faithfulness to us.  We pray for the grace to obediently answer God’s call in our lives and joyfully accept His will for us.


The Fifth Glorious Mystery – The Coronation

We pray for a deeper devotion to Mary, our spiritual mother and intercessor in heaven.   Mary, draw us close to your Immaculate Heart, where we may take refuge in times of trouble.  

Thank you for your prayers and for all of the different ways you have helped us this past month.  We ask for your prayers as we continue to heal.  We are so blessed to have such wonderful family and friends. 

Love,

Catherine, Philip,

Jane, and Walt


On the back, we wanted to provide a typed-up guide with the various prayers of the Rosary as well as their order.  Rosary Army is an apostolate dedicated to spreading devotion to the Rosary throughout the world.  They have a fantastic PDF that we downloaded and printed on the backside of the program.  I think this was a beautiful guide for those unfamiliar with the Rosary to follow along.  

PDF from Rosary Army

Since we have so many young nephews and nieces, we wanted to be sure and include them in this special Rosary for their cousin.  Ahead of time, we asked them if they would be willing to lead our family in a decade of the Rosary.  We decided to “spice things up” a bit by using the Rosary Army Scriptural Rosary for the Glorious Mysteries.  The Scriptural Rosary brings the Mysteries of the Rosary to life by incorporating verses of Scripture that pertain to each Mystery before each Hail Mary.  (Rosary Army has a version of the Scriptural Rosary for each of the Mysteries of the Rosary.)  We printed off “scripts” for our nephews and niece to practice ahead of time.

When it was time, we gathered in the chapel, handed out the programs, distributed Rosaries (some belonged to great-great-grandmothers), and Philip started our prayer time together.  He welcomed everyone, thanked them for coming, and explained that we would be praying the special intentions on the front of the program.  To help keep everyone’s focus, we purchased 8″x10″ images of the Mysteries of the Rosary from our local Catholic bookstore.  To make them last longer, I laminated them.  We brought a stand to prop them up on the altar in the middle of the chapel for everyone to focus on as we prayed. 

The Resurrection image laminated and propped up on the stand we used

I hope our family will develop a devotion to the Rosary and other special prayers, so I decided to put together a little prayer binder to store our prayer materials.  I stored the laminated images of the Mysteries of the Rosary in the divider pockets and printed off the Scriptural Rosary that accompanies the various mysteries.  I separated them by category and left room with future dividers to add other novenas or special prayers for our family prayer time together.

   

To set the tone and demonstrate how to lead the decades, Philip lead the introductory prayers and First Glorious Mystery.  Since he’s Super Dad, he managed to do that and hold Walt in his arms while Janie and I sat in the chairs.  In that moment, watching him lead a Rosary for our baby in heaven as he held another one of our babies in his arms, I felt as though my heart could burst.  I prayed in thanksgiving to God for giving me such a wonderful, godly man to be the head of our family.  
With each decade, we changed the image on the stand and our nephews and niece took turns leading us in prayer.  Their innocence and reverence helped all of us to slow down and meditate on the words as they read them.  I was blown away by how naturally they led the room full of people in prayer!  The future of the Church is alive and well!  When I explained to my 8-year-old nephew how the Rosary was going to work and what he was going to do, he said, “Wow!  Cool!  This is going to be so awesome!”  I don’t think my nephews or niece will ever know what their participation in our family Rosary means to me and Philip, but we are so grateful.
After the Rosary, we headed back to our house for a little reception.  Philip and I prepared some treats and snacks and had some refreshments.  The bad news is I forgot to take a picture of the spread because I was busy visiting with everyone and playing hostess.  The good news is I was so busy enjoying everyone’s company that I wasn’t spending the time snapping pictures!  We did manage to get a picture of the reindeer cookies ahead of time, though.  (To make the “antlers,” I used chocolate-covered tree pretzels cut in half.)

I found some absolutely gorgeous red roses from a nearby grocery store floral department.  It’s as though they were meant for our Rosary for Thérèse.  They weren’t in the case the first time I looked through the flowers.  I was going to settle on some white spray roses and pink alstroemeria, but I decided to think about it while I went to the bakery to pick up the chocolate-covered pretzels for the reindeer cookies.  When I came back, the florist said, “excuse me” as she put this beautiful arrangement of a dozen red roses inside the case.  As an added bonus, they were “on special” at half off what they would have cost if I had called in to order a dozen roses!  (Have you ever heard of St. Thérèse of Lisieux bringing people roses after they pray a novena to her?  Well, I think this was our own “Little Flower” in heaven saying, “Here, Mom!  Do you like these?”)

Philip’s family gave us some beautiful red, white, and pink roses.  Whether it was a happy coincidence or intentional, I love that they picked roses for our Little Flower, Thérèse, as well.

I am so thankful that my dear girlfriends from my Bible study were able to join us.  One of my friends, Annie, gave me a beautiful present to remember Thérèse and the day we prayed the Rosary for her.  It’s the most precious itty bitty little Rosary I’ve ever seen!  The delicate little pink beads are for our little girl, she said, and she hopes it will be a treasured Rosary for Thérèse’s siblings as they get older.  I know I’ll treasure it forever! 

My oldest brother and sister-in-law also gave me an incredible keepsake and present.  They said it was a “belated” birthday present, but I think they gave it to me at just the right time.  It’s a beautiful locket necklace from Origami Owl with little charms inside.  From left to right, there is: a cross, an angel baby, a baby’s footprint, and a “T” for Thérèse.  I wore it the night of the Rosary, and I’ve been wearing it all day today, too.  It’s such a special, thoughtful gift and reminder of our precious baby.

Aside from the very thoughtful presents, Philip and I were so overwhelmed by the response we received from our family members and friends.  Over and over again, individual family members or friends took each of us aside throughout the afternoon to tell us how beautiful and special the Rosary and reception were.  They said that they were “so glad we did this.”  Several teared up as they thanked me for including them and gave me big hugs.   

Thérèse deserved to be celebrated and prayed for.  We are so glad we shared that day with others because they needed it, too.  Philip and I went to bed last night saying how to-the-core happy and at peace we feel knowing that our prayer warrior, Thérèse, is in heaven, and that we have so many wonderful people on earth lifting us up in prayer.

When we found out Thérèse died and that I would be miscarrying, Philip said we were lucky to have the extra motivation to get our entire family to heaven since we knew one of our babies was already there.  Now that more than a month has passed, nothing gives my life more purpose and truth than those words.  My life’s mission is to get Philip and the rest of our children to heaven.  Having hope in my vocation brings me strength, joy, and peace.

Our Jesse Tree

Our Jesse Tree

Have you ever heard of a Jesse Tree?  Until last year, I never knew the significance of the tree or the ornaments/images on the tree.  In anticipation of Christmas, the Jesse Tree tells the story of Jesus’ family tree.   Starting with the story of Creation and ending with Himself, the Jesse tree chronicles stories from the Old and New Testament, weaving together all of salvation history into a beautiful visual aid to help your family prepare for the birth of the Christ Child.  

The story of Creation, Adam and Eve, and other Old Testament figures are aptly placed on the bottom (the “roots”) of the tree.  As you place each ornament on the tree, read the Scripture passages about each story or person and reflect on their importance in salvation history.

One of our local Catholic bookstores sold this simple wooden Jesse Tree:

To make it a little more seasonal, Philip spray painted the honeycomb balls and base gold and the “branches” evergreen.  

We found beautiful Jesse Tree ornament images on the Diocese of Erie, Pennsylvania webpage.  Click here to download the PDF files of the ornaments.  (Illustrations found on the ornaments are by Carolyn Pikoulas.)  In addition to the beautiful ornaments, the Erie page provides a link to beautiful reflections and Scripture passages from Faith magazine by Anne-Marie Welsh to go along with each ornament.  

I printed off the ornaments on white card stock, cut them out, cut holes with my hole punch, and strung metallic cord through them to hang on the tree.  I found the metallic cord at a local craft store for $2 for several feet.

The Jesse Tree is a fun addition to our already existing Advent traditions.  As the matriarch of our little family, I am trying to slowly add to the things we do each year during Advent.  I keep reminding myself that there is no need to try to do it all anyway!  We have yet to read through the Scripture passages and reflections accompanying the ornaments as a family.  In full disclosure, I hung up the ornaments from the dove through the lamb all at once tonight because Philip finished assembling the tree last night.  

We placed the Jesse Tree on our mantle in the family room so that little hands aren’t tempted to remove the ornaments.  It’s a beautiful reminder of the “reason for the season” as well as all of the events that led up to the birth of the Christ Child.  

As an added bonus, if you reflect long and hard on the wild and crazy stories in Jesus’ family tree, you might find reassurance and comfort that your own family tree looks pretty darn good by comparison!  

I hope you are having a blessed start to your Advent!

My Christmas Planner

My Christmas Planner

In March, I created a Boucher Family Binder to serve as our family’s central information hub.  Since creating that binder, life is much more organized and less stressful around here.  To learn more about the forms and information contained in the binder, click on the link.

Much of the formatting I used for my family binder came from ideas in the book House Works: How to Live Clean, Green, and Organized at Home and the author’s website OrganizedHome.com

When I created the family binder in March, I read about making a Christmas planner notebook to keep Christmas organized.  I finally decided to tackle the project this week, and I am so thrilled I did!

I purchased a 1″ red D-ring binder at Walmart with clear pockets so that I could insert some scrapbook papers and stickers from JoAnn’s to make it a little more festive.
 

With a lot of brainstorming, I came up with all of the different categories I wanted to include in our family Christmas planner.  I printed off a Table of Contents on some white cardstock and put labels on some plain white dividers.

Some of the forms are adaptations from OrganizedHome.com, others are directly from the site, and others are uniquely my own.  

1.  Budget
I created categories (gifts, charitable giving, decorations/lighting/home, food/entertaining, Christmas card/supplies) to keep the financial end of things organized and in balance.  My hope is that this form will keep the Christmas season financially on-track!  We’ll see if I prefer the paper and pen method or want to put it on Excel next year.

2.  Master Gift List
I created this form with spots for your spouse, children, and non-family gift recipients to keep track of what you bought, where you got it, whether you already purchased it or had it delivered, whether you wrapped it, how much it cost, and your running total of how much you spent.

Our family does an adult gift exchange, and the grandchildren exchange a book.  I created a separate form for future years with names to cut out for the draw and a fillable list of the gift givers and gift recipients.  (My version has the family member’s names filled in.) 


3.  Stocking Stuffers
Philip and I are still playing around with the idea of starting a tradition with the stockings to make it a little simpler.  We might fill them with winter jammies and a book each year to be opened, worn, and read on Christmas Eve.  That way, there’s no need to buy a bunch of little things for each family member!  

For now, I created this form to keep track of all of the little stuffers for each family member to make sure that everyone gets roughly the same amount.

4.  Room-By-Room Décor
To make “decking the halls” and un-decking the halls after the Christmas season less stressful, I created this category and form.  It’s a room-by-room guide of what décor I have, where I place it, and where it’s stored.  My brilliant husband suggested taking photos of each room and the different arrangements and keeping the photo album in my “Christmas Planner” folder on the computer.  

 
5.  Menus/Recipes
Here’s the central hub for the go-to and favorite brunch, dinner, goodies, and other Christmas-related recipes.  I’m in the process of compiling these items, so I don’t actually have the forms yet.  I will separate the items by category and include the hard copies of recipes or the websites where they can be found.  I know I will be glad to have all of the recipes finally compiled in one spot!  No more searching for “that one cookie recipe!”

6.  Our Holiday Traditions
This is the place to list and describe the different things your family does that makes Christmas uniquely yours.  For our family, this section includes things like:  how we use the Advent Wreath and Jesse Tree, visiting an area parish’s local living Nativity, celebrating St. Nick’s day (December 6th), Bernie (Our Catholic Elf on the Shelf), gift exchange, baking goodies for neighbors, singing “Happy Birthday” and eating birthday cake for Jesus, visiting the botanical garden poinsettia display, etc.

7.  Advent Wreath
Philip gave me a beautiful Advent wreath with candles for my birthday (November 26th) last year.  We decided to put the Advent wreath on the kitchen table this year, and we’re using Lisa Hendey’s O Radiant Dawn: 5-Minute Prayers Around the Advent Wreath to lead our prayers after dinner.    

I also collected and printed off copies of the Christmas songs we sing around the Advent wreath as a family.

8.  Jesse Tree 
I printed off the corresponding Scripture verses (Revised Standard Version) and reflections to read as we place each of the 25 ornaments on our brand new Jesse Tree.  (More to come on that another time!)

9.  Ornament Journal
If you’re like me, you struggle to keep straight who gave who which ornament, and you want to remember those little details when you unwrap the treasures that go on your tree.  This is a central hub to record information about those ornaments to (hopefully!) be passed down to future generations.

10.  Holiday Favorites
This form, directly from
OrganizedHome.com, is a place to keep track of favorite Christmastime movies, books, music, and a wish list.


11.  Recipes to Try
When I find a recipe I might want to try next year from a magazine, I tear it out and put it in here.  If I see a recipe on Pinterest or somewhere else online, I’ll jot down a description of the item and the website where I found it.  If this section gets big enough, I’ll categorize the items.

12.  Craft Projects
The place to put fun craft ideas to make with your family.  My Christmas Pinterest page is bringing me all kinds of inspiration.  I’ll list the winners in this section!

13.  Entertaining
This is the place to include things like: buffet layout ideas, bar set-up, music playlist names/Pandora stations, Christmas Minute to Win It games, menus, etc.

14.  Christmas Card
We made a Christmas card and included a letter for the past few years.  With all of the chaos of this last month, we didn’t get around to making a card or writing a letter, so we sadly won’t be sending one this year.  Maybe I’ll still write a letter and post it on my blog. 

This section of the planner is the place where I’ll archive old letters/cards, store favorites from friends and family, keep the list of recipients, and record prices and shopping information for cards and stationery.

15.  Post-Holiday Debriefing
Perhaps this is the teacher in me that wants to evaluate how things went, but I’m excited about the Christmas debriefing form.  This form, directly from OrganizedHome.com, is the place to “record the highs and lows of the season just past.  Stored in your Christmas planner, it’ll guide you toward more satisfying, less stressful holidays next year!”  It includes questions to get you thinking about what worked, what didn’t, and what you can do to make next year more enjoyable for you and your entire family.


That’s it–for now!  As I use the Christmas planner and celebrate the Christmas season with our family, I’m sure I’ll learn that some things in the planner need revision or that we need to add more categories. 

Is there anything you think my Christmas planner is missing?  Please suggest additional categories or any revisions.

I created a Google docs page for anyone interested in using my forms.  You can access all of the forms here and print them off for your own use.  

I hope they help to make your Christmas season more organized and give you time to focus on what really matters–growing in holiness and sharing Christ’s love alongside your loved ones as you prepare for Christ’s birth.  I hope that you and your family have a blessed Advent and Christmas

My 28th Birthday

My 28th Birthday

Last night, after we finished our nightly reading of Magnificat and said our prayers, Philip and I did our nightly check-in to see how the other was doing.  We both said that we were mostly feeling numb and that the sadness is starting to creep in.  Now that we’re not consumed with my physical recovery or preparing for Thanksgiving, we have time to process everything that happened this month.  When it was my turn, I rattled off my emotions: 

  • I’m sad that we lost our baby, Thérèse.  
  • I’m happy that she’s our beautiful saint in heaven who can intercede for our family and propel us to meet her there one day.  
  • I’m glad we are gathering our family to say the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary and have her buried in a Catholic cemetery. 
  • I feel strange just entering into the grief since most people have stopped asking about losing Thérèse, and I suppose I’ve allowed how other people are acting to determine how I’m feeling.  
  • I’m anxious to try to have another baby and impatient with our 3-month waiting period. 
  • I’m praying for the ability to be present now and find the graces in this waiting time.
  • I’m excited to celebrate Advent with our family.

After blabbering for a few minutes, I sighed and asked Philip to cheer me up.  We were laying on our tummies, facing each other, and he asked, “Want me to play with your hair and tell you sweet things?”  He said how happy he is that we added “God bless baby Thérèse in heaven” to our nighttime prayers so that the children will never remember not praying for her or asking for her intercession.  He said how neat it will be when they are old enough to understand that their sibling is a saint in heaven.  He said how excited he was to celebrate my birthday as a family the next day, and I could tell by his vague description of the day that he had a few surprises up his sleeve.  We gave each other a hug and a kiss and dozed off to sleep.

This morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and heard the bedroom door open.  I heard Philip whisper, “Tell Mommy, ‘Happy Birthday!'”  Little Janie climbed in bed next to me, and Philip stood over my bed, holding Walt.  Janie wished me a happy birthday and gave me a big kiss on the cheek.  

I didn’t know it yet, but Philip, sly husband that he is, woke up early, got ready, went out to get donuts (my favorites–apple fritters and long johns), came back, got the kids up and dressed, and the three came in to get me for breakfast.  When I walked out to the kitchen, fresh coffee, milk, and donuts were on the counter next to birthday cards and presents.       


Philip told me to take a seat while he situated the kids and got them started on breakfast.  He handed me my birthday cards to open–one from the kids, and the other from him.  Of course, they both made me tear up!  

Next, Philip told me to open my presents.  I am so excited to announce that I am now the proud owner of a Scotch Thermal Laminator and a huge pack of thermal pouches!  YESSSSS!!!  Laugh all you want, but this mama is over the moon happy about this present.  My ABC 123 Pinterest board full of things to laminate for preschool-ish learning activities and games can now come to fruition!  I can’t wait to make all of those fun things.  First on my list is a printable Nativity set to cut out and make into magnets for the fridge.    

Philip had to leave to go to work, so we exchanged hugs and kisses and wished each other a great day.  The kids and I got ready for my young mothers group that meets at our parish on Monday mornings.  As I hopped out of the shower, Janie came to the door to announce, “Mama!  It’s SNOWING!”  

Don’t mind the beer bottles or coolers.  Our fridge broke, and we’re living out of coolers until our new fridge arrives on Thursday!

Sure enough, I walked out to the family room in my wrap towel to see beautiful white snowflakes coming down.  Almost instan
tly, I teared up.  I knew this little gift was a present from our Little Flower, Thérèse. 


Let me explain the connection…This summer, I started reading St. Thérèse of Lisieux’s autobiography, Story of a Soul, on my Kindle Fire.  (By the way, it’s a free ebook on Kindle in case you’re interested.)  I know that reading her autobiography helped me to develop a fondness for the Little Flower.  

In her autobiography, St. Thérèse recounts the story of her clothing day (one of the steps on her way to entering Carmel and professing her vows as a Carmelite nun).  She writes to “dear Mother,” her religious superior who asked her to pen the autobiography as a testament to her sanctity.  The part that instantly stood out in my mind as I watched the snowflakes fall on our deck this morning was the story of her prayer to Jesus, her Bridgegroom, for snow on her clothing day.

Do you remember my telling you, dear Mother, how fond I am of snow?  While I was still quite small, its whiteness entranced me.  Why had I such a fancy for snow?  Perhaps it was because, being a little winter flower, my eyes first saw the earth clad in its beautiful white mantle.  So, on my clothing day, I wished to see it decked, like myself, in spotless white.  The weather was so mild that it might have been spring, and I no longer dared hope for snow.  The morning of the feast brought no change and I gave up my childish desire, as impossible to be realized…

The instant I set foot in the enclosure (the courtyard outside of the Church) again my eyes fell on the statue of the Child Jesus smiling on me amid the flowers and lights; then, turning towards the quadrangle, I saw that, in spite of the mildness of the weather, it was covered with snow.  What a delicate attention on the part of Jesus!  Gratifying the least wish of His little Spouse, He even sent her this.  Where is the creature so mighty that he can make one flake of it fall to please his beloved?

The snowflakes this morning marked the first snow for this winter.  It has been uncharacteristically warm this fall, and the rest of this week looks to be warm as well.  When I saw the flakes falling this morning, tears poured out of my eyes, and I said a silent prayer, thanking God for the beautiful mantle of white to remind me in my sadness that my own Little Flower was still very much with me and interceding for me on my behalf from heaven.  

At the end of my young mothers meeting at church this morning, my dear friend, Nicole, gave me a card and an envelope, wishing me a happy birthday and saying that it was a small gift she knew was meant for me.  We were busy bundling up our kids so she stuck it in my diaper bag and we didn’t have a chance to have a real goodbye, but she’s the kind of friend who doesn’t need a proper goodbye to know that I love her.  

As we walked through the church narthex, I asked the kids if they wanted to “say ‘hi’ to Jesus in the castle” (Janie’s name for the adoration chapel where the consecrated hosts are stored in an ornate tablernacle that looks like a gilded fortress).  We peeked through the glass doors since someone was praying silently inside.  Janie whispered, “Hi, Jesus!” and said she wanted to see “Boy Jesus” (the Child Jesus statue in the church courtyard).  We opened the church doors to reveal a snow-covered courtyard.  Just like on St. Thérèse’s clothing day, our own parish statue of the Child Jesus was smiling on us amid the snow-covered flowers.   

When I got home, I opened the beautiful card from my friend that included “a little story” about my present:

I love to vintage shop and was searching on my favorite seller on Etsy.  They listed a vintage Italian Rosary and got me interested right away!  I then see that it has St. Thérèse on it and immediately thought it might be something nice for you.  I order it, and then get this “strange” feeling.  I look up on Google, what is the Emerald the birthstone for (the stones used in the vintage Rosary) and find out MAY!  (Thérèse was due in May.)  I said a prayer of thanks as I truly felt your little angel saying that “This is something my momma needs!”  I hope you can use this during times of sorrow, joy, peace and growth to remember your blessing of Thérèse in prayer.  Love you!

 
I know I will be praying the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary with my family in honor of Thérèse with this beautiful gift. 
   

The most important lesson I learned
this year is that God is Love and that He knows better than I ever will what is best for me or my loved ones.  Good Father that He is, He won’t always give me what I ask for, and if He does, it won’t necessarily be on my timeline.  Nonetheless, I am learning to place my trust in His will for me and my family.  The simple prayer, “Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place my trust in You,” got me through losing Thérèse, and I know it will get me through the rest of my life. 


Much like the anonymous Confederate soldier who wrote “A Soldier’s Prayer,” I feel “almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I am among all men most richly blessed.”

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey….
I asked for health, that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things….
I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise….
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God….
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things….
I got nothing that I asked for –
but everything that I had hoped for,
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among all men most richly blessed.


Thank you to my dear friends and family for lifting me up and bringing my life countless blessings.  You were the Body of Christ to me this last month–His lips in your sweet words of truth, His feet when you came to visit, His arms in your embraces, His hands in your preparation of meals or care for our children.  I pray that I may somehow reveal the Body of Christ to you in my 28th year and beyond.    

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

We spent Thanksgiving day with Philip’s family.  It was a wonderful, relaxing day full of great conversation and fantastic food.  Unfortunately, we forgot our camera at home, so we don’t have any pictures to share.  Many thanks to Philip’s wonderful family for hosting us and for a delicious meal.  I always knew I loved Philip’s family, but with each year, I feel like I am truly a part of their family as an adoptive daughter, and I love them.  

On Saturday, Philip and I hosted my side of the family at our home for Thanksgiving round two.  We opted for the traditional fare.  I wish I took more pictures of all of the beautiful food!  It was a feast to remember.  With nearly five years of marriage under our belts, Philip and I are getting the hang of hosting family events.  We made a great team getting the house and food ready for the big day.  

Our contributions in the food/drink department included Honeycrisp Apple Sangria, Turkey (combo of Martha Stewart and Pioneer Woman strategies), Green Bean Casserole, and Chocolate Bourbon Pecan Pie.  

Straining the Honeycrisp Apple Sangria.  Yummmmm!

This photo is from Nutmeg Nanny, the blog where I found the recipe for Honeycrisp Apple Sangria.  I forgot to take a picture of the glasses with the cinnamon/sugar rims.  Delish!

Philip totally dominated our 19-pound turkey.  He brined it overnight, basted the heck out of it, and used a cheesecloth.
Chocolate bourbon pecan pie, photo from Southern Living.  This and pumpkin pie are in a dead tie in my book.
The Paula Deen green bean casserole used fresh green beans and mushrooms.  I’m never going back to the canned version again!

The rest of our family brought beer, wine (hooray for a bar-owning brother!), appetizers (my sister-in-law could have fed the entire army with her smorgasboard of delicious nibbles!), rolls, gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, and birthday cake.

Instead of going completely formal or informal, I opted for somewhere in between.  As host and hostess, we insisted that everyone wear jeans and be comfy.  We had ten adults, but we wouldn’t all fit around our dining room table, so Philip and I moved the furniture around.  We moved the dining room table out to the front living room and added on a small table to the end.  I said to heck with cloth napkins and opted for paper.
 

For centerpieces, we went simple but elegant.  I used my grandmother’s old lace tablecloth on the dining table, bought a new ivory one for the side table to complement it, and ran a cranberry-colored table runner down the middle.  We got some new taper candles and filled mason jars with greenery from our backyard bushes, cranberries, and floaty candles.

  
We moved the loveseat that usually sits in the front living room into the dining room.  The five older cousins sat at a card table in the dining room next to the buffet.

The “babies” sat at the kitchen table in their boosters, above the linoleum floor, and away from the carpet.  Barney had to join them.
 

 
Unfortunately, our fridge died on us an hour before my family arrived.  The good news was that it was a chilly afternoon/evening, so we were able to keep the foods that needed to be refrigerated cool on the deck in coolers or on top of our patio furniture.  Classy, right?

Had our fridge died on us a year or two ago, I probably would have cried or panicked.  Recent events helped us to keep things in perspective and remember that we’re blessed to even have a Thanksgiving feast at all. 

To conclude our feast, we sang happy birthday to the November birthdays (myself included) and had some dessert and coffee.  


 Walt loved the birthday cake in his jammes!  I think he looks like the Gerber baby in this shot.


After dessert, we drew names for our annual Christmas book/gift exchange.  The grandchildren draw names and exchange a book.  The adults draw names and exchange a present with an agreed upon price limit.  

We took a little time to digest and rinse off a few dishes before moving on to my favorite portion of the evening–game time.  The grandkids cuddled up on the couch and watched movies in the family room while the adults played Catch Phrase and Guesstures around the table.  I am pleased to report that the ladies handily beat the boys at both games.  

The dudes.  I think Philip is stiff-arming a nephew to keep him out of the shot…

Fuzzy but cute group shot of most of the group.  My ten-year-old nephew is a good photographer!

What a fun and blessed holiday weekend!  I hope you and your family had an equally fun time celebrating with your loved ones.

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