Note

I wore a shirt today that I haven't worn since Lila was born.  I found a note in the breast pocket that I wrote to myself.  It was a list that said "eggs, bread and hard drive." It was to remind me to go to the store and to look into getting the data off the hard drive of our busted laptop.  This simple note shouldn't have been upsetting but it was.  Reading this four word note to myself was a glimpse into what my life was like before I knew the pain of losing Lila.  My life was simple and seemed perfect.  Going to work, making sure my pregnant wife was happy and anticipating Lila's arrival were my daily activities.  Now my whole world is upside down and I don't know how to fix it.  When you are dealing with such a tragic loss like this, the simplest things like a note to yourself can push you down.  Jenny and I come across little reminders like this a lot and we wish the glimpses into the past that we get were real so that Lila was still with us. - Mike

Oakmont Bakery Cookies

​I first had a cookie from Oakmont Bakery in the fall of 2011 when we were visiting Pittsburgh to look for apartments before we moved here. I had read somewhere about how good it was there and I told Mike we had to try it out. It was all a part of our "exploring our new home" trip. So we went and got a half dozen of their sugar cookies that were shaped as Steelers footballs and I was immediately hooked. They are the best cookies I have ever had without question. I rarely like cookies that are not homemade, but this place is the exception to my own rule. We went there a few times during my pregnancy, it takes about 45 minutes from the South Hills of Pittsburgh, but it was worth the drive. I think the last time we were there was in December and we were talking about how we could only ever order a cake and cookies from this bakery for all of the big events in Lila's life. I remember saying that Lila deserved the best cookies and that is why we would have to order them for her from here. I think we even talked about how we would have some made for her baptism celebration which we casually said would probably be in the spring of 2013 sometime. We are planners and liked to think of every last detail for everything when it came to Lila. I am really struggling today as we  had so many things planned for our sweet baby, even what cookies to have at her birthday parties one day. There is no reason she should not be here with us. 

When we were faced with the planning of a memorial service I knew Oakmont Bakery would be the only place that I could get cookies from for it. Lila deserved the best and that is what I wanted to give her when it came to even the smallest things like cookies. This was my only chance to make a choice for a party in her honor that I had known I had wanted to give her in her lifetime. 

Thank you to Oakmont Bakery for making the most perfect pink colored cookies with little L's on them. It may have not seemed like a big deal to them, but it meant so very much to us. We just wish our little girl would have been able to eat one herself one day.  

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Tattoo part 2

Before Lila was born, I never thought I would want to get a tattoo.  But not too long after Lila died, I was looking at one of her footprints and the idea popped into my head to get her footprint tattooed on my arm with her name.  I never really wavered on this and knew it was something I wanted and needed to do.​

My friend, John, recommended the shop that he goes to from time to time and helped me set up the appointment.  I trusted his judgement and felt like this was a better option than for me to go into a random shop on the South Side of Pittsburgh.  I told the tattoo artist that I wanted Lila's footprint on my forearm with her name in script on it.  I sent him a copy of Lila's footprints and told him a few of my ideas.  

The appointment was last Friday and when I walked in, he had 5 or 6 designs ready for me to pick from.  For some reason I was only picturing one footprint but all of the designs had both of Lila's footprints in them.  I had originally thought both would be too big and take up too much of my arm but they all looked really neat.  Some had the name above the feet while others had the name over the footprints.  The design I picked stuck out to me over the rest and I was excited for it.

I walked into the room and sat down. I think I was expecting a chair like they have in the dentist's office but this was just a plain old normal chair.  I asked what to expect from a pain standpoint and he said it feels like being sunburnt.  I remember people telling me that the inside of your forearm is more sensitive and would hurt more than normal.  When he started though, it really wasn't that bad.  It just felt like scraping on my arm.  It was really neat to see it go on.  He did the outlines of the feet first and then did Lila's name.  He shaded in everything at the end.  He kept some parts darker and some lighter and I was very impressed with how intricate and detailed the footprints were coming out. 

​When it was all done, he covered the tattoo with tegaderm which helps the tattoo heal and prevents scabbing.  I was beyond impressed with how good the tattoo ended up.  I keep staring at it.  Jenny said that it was like we stamped my arm with Lila's feet.  We both love how it looks and I don't regret it one bit.  The picture below shows the tattoo next to Lila's actual footprints and how similar they are.

I keep looking at my arm and feel good knowing that I will have a constant reminder of how perfect Lila was.  I also keep thinking how big Lila's feet were for an infant, just another thing that made her so special.  Now I know that when I'm having a rough day at work that I can just roll up my sleeve and admire how cute my baby's feet are. - Mike

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The Cord Poem

I found this poem and had to share it. I miss my baby. -Jenny

THE CORD

We are connected,

My child and I, by

An invisible cord

Not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord

That connects us 'til birth

This cord can't been seen

By any on Earth.

This cord does it's work

Right from the start.

It binds us together

Attached to my heart.

I know that it's there

Though no one can see

The invisible cord

From my child to me.

The strength of this cord

Is hard to describe.

It can't be destroyed

It can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord

Man could create

It withstands the test

​Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,

Though you're not here with me,

The cord is still there

But no one can see.

It pulls at my heart

I am bruised...I am sore,

But this cord is my lifeline

As never before.

I am thankful that God

Connects us this way

A mother and child

Death can't take it away

Author Unknown