About Me

Hi, my name is Kristin.

I’m 28 years old, a Special Education teacher, live in the NYC area, and I’m married to a fellow teacher (and co-worker, currently…we met at the same school…aww!) since August 2016.  I’m a Christian, and my faith in the sovereignty and grace of God colors everything I believe, and hopefully everything I do.

I enjoy a lot of things–reading, writing, painting, playing guitar, singing, knitting, cooking, baking, running, going on long walks, listening to music, going on dates with my husband, dancing, petting our probably-permanently-adopted cat, listening to podcasts like Fighting for the Faith and Issues, etc., hiking, traveling, drinking coffee, drinking wine, eating chocolate, eating ice cream, eating chocolate ice cream ;), going thrift store shopping, playing games with my family….

Out of that list, after doing all of the necessities like going to work and buying groceries and showering and whatnot, I mostly have time to run, walk, cook, drink coffee and eat chocolate ice cream.  Such is life.


Our Journey to Parenthood

In May of 2016, we were delighted and quite surprised to find out that we were pregnant!  (Well, I was pregnant, but you know what I mean…strange how the guys can start to act pregnant, too, though…what do they call that, couvade syndrome?)  It was earlier than we had “planned,” but we were very happy and began planning our whole lives around this new little member-to-be of our little family.

In late June of 2016, I began to miscarry, before I was even able to get into a doctor for my first prenatal appointment.  A trip to urgent care confirmed that the baby had stopped growing at 7 weeks, even though I should have been 10 weeks, and I was experiencing a missed miscarriage.  We were both completely devastated–we had just gotten used to the idea of being parents and this new reality of having a baby, and so quickly it was taken away from us.  It felt unreal and entirely unfair, to put it mildly.  I had a D&C procedure shortly after finding out, and while my body healed within a few months, my soul has been scarred in a way I did not know was possible.

This blog is meant to process the emotions and trials of trying to conceive a child after a loss, to document the journey to becoming a mother, and, God-willing, to share the triumph and the dawning of the day that follows the deep dark of the night.

“Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”  (Psalm 30:5b, ESV)