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Often when I write posts here, I cry.

Sometimes they’re so draining after I’m done I feel exhausted. Like I’ve run a marathon.

I don’t filter. Straight from raw emotion comes my blog posts.

I could just write and never publish, but I need to share, and I think I’m helping at least a few.

Cora didn’t meet many people. Not many got to see her shiny beautiful radiant self. It’s up to me to share that.

My motherly instincts force me to go out each day and spread her story as much as I can. It’s part of being a mother. My child is dead, but I still want to protect her. And, for me that protection is protecting her legacy.
Those of you that know me from other social media venues know that I love talking to people about Cora, or relating to other grieving moms, and even following other babes as they grow up and supporting their moms through fevers and sleepless nights.

Online, I’m still a mommy.

This is long winded.

I’m going to be closing comments on most of my posts here. But, I still want to talk about them. I’d love nothing more than to discuss them on Cora’s Facebook page where I link to each post or on Twitter or even via email.

But, there’s something about writing a post with tears flowing and then getting comments that are off base or unintentionally hurtful.

I’m very lucky. I don’t get much spam and I haven’t had many intentionally hurtful comments.

People are busy, they don’t come and read my entire blog. They don’t know I’m not Christian and get hurt when people force their beliefs on Cora. (I wrote a whole post about this, I’m another religion, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends). And, as much as I share in this blog, I hold some things back. So, people assume it’s okay to tell me to have another child to fix everything, not knowing I’ve miscarried just weeks before. People read quickly and want to relate so they post something off topic about a baby suffocated from feeding. That’s not what happened to Cora, and insinuating so is enough to make me lose my mind.
It’s difficult to post something so raw and emotional and then get a “drive-by” commenter that spoils the whole post for me.

I’m honored for your support. Lucky that so many let me share my daughter with them. That’s my way of saying, “let’s still be friends.”

So, find me somewhere else and I’ll open a fresh diet coke in a can and we’ll chat.