tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post6743621496462390570..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Muscle MemoryElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-7373740969425762672016-06-16T14:42:54.687-07:002016-06-16T14:42:54.687-07:00Oranges I just bought at the market are on the kit...Oranges I just bought at the market are on the kitchen counter. I can't look at them without seeing you, Sophie as a baby, nurses, just as you describe in your book. I saw mermaid coasters at a bookstore the other day and thought of you and Sophie and the boys.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06579979064302832829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-79750981780009904832016-06-16T14:38:52.722-07:002016-06-16T14:38:52.722-07:00Oranges I just bought at the market are on the kit...Oranges I just bought at the market are on the kitchen counter. I can't look at them without seeing you, Sophie as a baby, nurses, just as you describe in your book. I saw mermaid coasters at a bookstore the other day and thought of you and Sophie and the boys.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06579979064302832829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-871432819513197542016-06-16T13:53:02.824-07:002016-06-16T13:53:02.824-07:00I've had to give frequent injections into the ...I've had to give frequent injections into the muscle of an adult I love, and that was difficult enough. An infant, especially your own, is agony. Keeping you, and your memories, in my heart.Tanya Savkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15296300747016479200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-62714649571607830032016-06-16T07:07:26.247-07:002016-06-16T07:07:26.247-07:00I just don't know what to say, except that you...I just don't know what to say, except that your writing is so vivid -- I can see the skin of the orange and the needle and the beds and the grimy windowpane. Of course you mark the memory of this hugely significant day.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27736138763461871442016-06-16T00:09:55.464-07:002016-06-16T00:09:55.464-07:00Bless you and her and all those years in between t...Bless you and her and all those years in between that day and this.webcharlottejhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12836428441997950895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-41507520178922286002016-06-15T13:46:36.405-07:002016-06-15T13:46:36.405-07:00Rage. And yet, the yin/yang curves of that picture...Rage. And yet, the yin/yang curves of that picture.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-6491974611691003932016-06-15T13:07:06.861-07:002016-06-15T13:07:06.861-07:00It's real life, and it happened to you and Sop...It's real life, and it happened to you and Sophie, sadly. All you could do is make the most informed decisions you could, and tend to your seizing baby girl. Clinging together, you both received some comfort despite the pain. Keep sharing your story. It is deep with pain, love, resolution and honesty.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-60201572541539042272016-06-15T12:44:43.356-07:002016-06-15T12:44:43.356-07:00thinking of you - all these yearsthinking of you - all these yearsFrancescahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316361078052416731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-3572180648612986942016-06-15T12:05:20.723-07:002016-06-15T12:05:20.723-07:00I always sit and try to think of words but my brai...I always sit and try to think of words but my brain churns them over and over and nothing is right. But I think of words I read this morning about being with someone during grief and it said, "Just Show Up!! Just Show Up! Be Present." So I am showing up and sending you so much love. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-70550018018090941192016-06-15T10:49:07.313-07:002016-06-15T10:49:07.313-07:00The pain never ends. We survive no matter how torn...The pain never ends. We survive no matter how torn to shreds and the love of those around us tries to sew us back together.<br />Sending love, love and love on a day sadly remember.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-21075353189210789022016-06-15T10:09:33.200-07:002016-06-15T10:09:33.200-07:00Effing brutal. Effing brutal. Carrie Wilson Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27396275354939587662016-06-15T08:44:09.032-07:002016-06-15T08:44:09.032-07:00I'm here too. Lots of feelings but not sure ho...I'm here too. Lots of feelings but not sure how to pin them down to words... but I'm here and I feel the glow coming off all your amazing love and determination and you make me believe in the good things, which is a tough thing-lemme tell you! HBFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10338445335742876196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-17411324028999221082016-06-15T07:01:57.682-07:002016-06-15T07:01:57.682-07:00The day everything changed. I have no good words b...The day everything changed. I have no good words but want to let you know I'm here. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-46548972909797119092016-06-15T06:44:19.598-07:002016-06-15T06:44:19.598-07:00Muscle memory. Heart memory. Bone memory. Blood me...Muscle memory. Heart memory. Bone memory. Blood memory. <br />The every memory. <br />I can't believe you are still a sane woman, much less the one you are. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-2356940832569078772016-06-15T06:22:16.917-07:002016-06-15T06:22:16.917-07:00I cannot even begin to imagine but I can feel from...I cannot even begin to imagine but I can feel from one mother to another. I watched as doctors placed a feeding tube down through the tiniest nose and throat of my newborn premature girl and I still wake up some nights in tears, still wishing I would have/should have etc. Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-44149760158920999082016-06-15T04:17:39.823-07:002016-06-15T04:17:39.823-07:00 I have read your book and I remember that time. ... I have read your book and I remember that time. I felt sad then and now--sad for the memory of a dingy hospital and sad for the fact that not nearly enough has been accomplished to give hope for Sophie and the children who have come after her.<br /><br />Best,<br />BonnieFrom the Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00789641912016566894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-43319733609522617432016-06-15T00:11:00.043-07:002016-06-15T00:11:00.043-07:00I wish I knew how to make a beautiful comment on t...I wish I knew how to make a beautiful comment on this nightmare memory. I'm so sorry this happened - to you and all the others. Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-42024032625971623942016-06-14T23:28:49.779-07:002016-06-14T23:28:49.779-07:00Jacqueline -- this has got to be one of the most b...Jacqueline -- this has got to be one of the most beautiful comments that I've ever received. Thank you. I feel you, too, over the years into now. Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-3654641971398248372016-06-14T23:26:50.821-07:002016-06-14T23:26:50.821-07:00Thank you, Joanne. I feel it!Thank you, Joanne. I feel it!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-49088048015679368952016-06-14T22:21:07.561-07:002016-06-14T22:21:07.561-07:00Is there any wonder why there can exist such a bon...Is there any wonder why there can exist such a bond amongst us mothers? Over miles- over nonexistent hours spent in actual presence- over years and years of stockpiling memories in those dirty little rooms. I was there with you- but didn't know you then. And you were there with me- though it would take years to make your acquaintance. Only diff was my little balcony was the first floor of the hospital which was all administration- and I would pace the halls all night pushing a shrieking baby in her stroller- trying not to wake the rest of our unfortunate roommates. You keep touching souls- it keeps us alive.Jacquelinenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-80612031063884024442016-06-14T21:11:16.544-07:002016-06-14T21:11:16.544-07:00Oh Elizabeth. I send you and Sophie. So much love...Oh Elizabeth. I send you and Sophie. So much love.Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08015888228309968515noreply@blogger.com