How softly you tiptoed into our world, almost silently. Only a moment you stayed. But what an imprint your tiny footsteps have left upon our hearts.
Matthew Bradley was still born on April 21, 1992 at 7:52am.
He was 8lbs and 19 1/2 inches long.
He is the precious son of Missy and Steven.
At 36 weeks of pregnancy, after undergoing a routine ultrasound, it was discovered that Matthew had a birth defect called anencephaly. The term means without a brain. This birth defect is incompatible with life. We were told Matthew could die before, during, or soon after birth. The weeks that followed the news that my baby would die are a blur. I do remember that I savored every second of my baby's life that was to be lived only in me. I cherished EVERY movement, every kick, every hiccup! I loved singing to him and rocking him in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. He would respond with kicks and punches which I interpreted as, "I love you mommy!". I waited until the last possible moment to leave when I was in labor. I was rushed to the hospital just in time. As Matthew was delivered, I remember longing to hear a cry or whimper. There was silence.
Matthew was gone. My husband and I held him, rocked him, took pictures of him, kissed his sweet face, and loved him with all our hearts.
Our families held him also if they wanted. It was a special time for me to see my son with all his family. We kept Matthew with us for hours. It was very difficult to let him go. We had a beautiful graveside service for him. His tiny casket was covered with baby blue carnations.
We said our final goodbyes to our precious baby.
His life, lived only in my womb, has changed me forever.
After Matthew's death, I remember feeling such intense saddness and despair. I missed him terribly. I wanted answers, and there were none. After the saddness, there was anger. Then finally, there was peace and healing. Two years after Matthew died, we were blessed with a beautiful daughter. Eighteen months later, we were again blessed...this time with a healthy baby boy.
I thank God for all my babies.
It is truly a miracle to bring a new life into this world.
If you are visiting this page and have lost a baby...we share in this pain. If you have just found out that your baby has a fatal birth defect, please feel free to contact me.
It has been many years since I held my precious baby. Time has eased my pain. It's not gone, but life is happy again. My days are filled with the laughter, silliness, and joy that my children bring me. I remember Matthew now more with love and happiness than the initial saddness and grief. I remember thinking I would never feel that way again. God has given me the comfort to bear my grief. There is hope.
He was 8lbs and 19 1/2 inches long.
He is the precious son of Missy and Steven.
At 36 weeks of pregnancy, after undergoing a routine ultrasound, it was discovered that Matthew had a birth defect called anencephaly. The term means without a brain. This birth defect is incompatible with life. We were told Matthew could die before, during, or soon after birth. The weeks that followed the news that my baby would die are a blur. I do remember that I savored every second of my baby's life that was to be lived only in me. I cherished EVERY movement, every kick, every hiccup! I loved singing to him and rocking him in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. He would respond with kicks and punches which I interpreted as, "I love you mommy!". I waited until the last possible moment to leave when I was in labor. I was rushed to the hospital just in time. As Matthew was delivered, I remember longing to hear a cry or whimper. There was silence.
Matthew was gone. My husband and I held him, rocked him, took pictures of him, kissed his sweet face, and loved him with all our hearts.
Our families held him also if they wanted. It was a special time for me to see my son with all his family. We kept Matthew with us for hours. It was very difficult to let him go. We had a beautiful graveside service for him. His tiny casket was covered with baby blue carnations.
We said our final goodbyes to our precious baby.
His life, lived only in my womb, has changed me forever.
After Matthew's death, I remember feeling such intense saddness and despair. I missed him terribly. I wanted answers, and there were none. After the saddness, there was anger. Then finally, there was peace and healing. Two years after Matthew died, we were blessed with a beautiful daughter. Eighteen months later, we were again blessed...this time with a healthy baby boy.
I thank God for all my babies.
It is truly a miracle to bring a new life into this world.
If you are visiting this page and have lost a baby...we share in this pain. If you have just found out that your baby has a fatal birth defect, please feel free to contact me.
It has been many years since I held my precious baby. Time has eased my pain. It's not gone, but life is happy again. My days are filled with the laughter, silliness, and joy that my children bring me. I remember Matthew now more with love and happiness than the initial saddness and grief. I remember thinking I would never feel that way again. God has given me the comfort to bear my grief. There is hope.
He is the precious son of Missy and Steven.
At 36 weeks of pregnancy, after undergoing a routine ultrasound, it was discovered that Matthew had a birth defect called anencephaly. The term means without a brain. This birth defect is incompatible with life. We were told Matthew could die before, during, or soon after birth. The weeks that followed the news that my baby would die are a blur. I do remember that I savored every second of my baby's life that was to be lived only in me. I cherished EVERY movement, every kick, every hiccup! I loved singing to him and rocking him in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. He would respond with kicks and punches which I interpreted as, "I love you mommy!". I waited until the last possible moment to leave when I was in labor. I was rushed to the hospital just in time. As Matthew was delivered, I remember longing to hear a cry or whimper. There was silence.
Matthew was gone. My husband and I held him, rocked him, took pictures of him, kissed his sweet face, and loved him with all our hearts.
Our families held him also if they wanted. It was a special time for me to see my son with all his family. We kept Matthew with us for hours. It was very difficult to let him go. We had a beautiful graveside service for him. His tiny casket was covered with baby blue carnations.
We said our final goodbyes to our precious baby.
His life, lived only in my womb, has changed me forever.
After Matthew's death, I remember feeling such intense saddness and despair. I missed him terribly. I wanted answers, and there were none. After the saddness, there was anger. Then finally, there was peace and healing. Two years after Matthew died, we were blessed with a beautiful daughter. Eighteen months later, we were again blessed...this time with a healthy baby boy.
I thank God for all my babies.
It is truly a miracle to bring a new life into this world.
If you are visiting this page and have lost a baby...we share in this pain. If you have just found out that your baby has a fatal birth defect, please feel free to contact me.
It has been many years since I held my precious baby. Time has eased my pain. It's not gone, but life is happy again. My days are filled with the laughter, silliness, and joy that my children bring me. I remember Matthew now more with love and happiness than the initial saddness and grief. I remember thinking I would never feel that way again. God has given me the comfort to bear my grief. There is hope.
At 36 weeks of pregnancy, after undergoing a routine ultrasound, it was discovered that Matthew had a birth defect called anencephaly. The term means without a brain. This birth defect is incompatible with life. We were told Matthew could die before, during, or soon after birth. The weeks that followed the news that my baby would die are a blur. I do remember that I savored every second of my baby's life that was to be lived only in me. I cherished EVERY movement, every kick, every hiccup! I loved singing to him and rocking him in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. He would respond with kicks and punches which I interpreted as, "I love you mommy!". I waited until the last possible moment to leave when I was in labor. I was rushed to the hospital just in time. As Matthew was delivered, I remember longing to hear a cry or whimper. There was silence.
Matthew was gone. My husband and I held him, rocked him, took pictures of him, kissed his sweet face, and loved him with all our hearts.
Our families held him also if they wanted. It was a special time for me to see my son with all his family. We kept Matthew with us for hours. It was very difficult to let him go. We had a beautiful graveside service for him. His tiny casket was covered with baby blue carnations.
We said our final goodbyes to our precious baby.
His life, lived only in my womb, has changed me forever.
After Matthew's death, I remember feeling such intense saddness and despair. I missed him terribly. I wanted answers, and there were none. After the saddness, there was anger. Then finally, there was peace and healing. Two years after Matthew died, we were blessed with a beautiful daughter. Eighteen months later, we were again blessed...this time with a healthy baby boy.
I thank God for all my babies.
It is truly a miracle to bring a new life into this world.
If you are visiting this page and have lost a baby...we share in this pain. If you have just found out that your baby has a fatal birth defect, please feel free to contact me.
It has been many years since I held my precious baby. Time has eased my pain. It's not gone, but life is happy again. My days are filled with the laughter, silliness, and joy that my children bring me. I remember Matthew now more with love and happiness than the initial saddness and grief. I remember thinking I would never feel that way again. God has given me the comfort to bear my grief. There is hope.
It ain't fair you died to young- like a story that had just begun
It ain't fair you died to young- like a story that had just begun
Oh if you came back from Heaven would it be like it was then?
Do your kisses feel the same? Do you still have the same touch?
Oh if you came back from Heaven would it be like it was then?
And if God forbid you leave this earth again while I sleep.
Oh if you came back from Heaven would it be like it was then?
I hope God knows if He let you go -
Looking back on the memory of
And now I'm glad I didn't know
Holding you I held everything
And now I'm glad I didn't know
Yes my life is better left to chance
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Helpful/Supportive/Informational Sites
Waiting With Love, Parent Letter
Waiting With Love Support Group Site
Anencephaly Support Foundation
