5.26.2014

Chasing Hope//The Review//The Giveaway

It was December twelfth when I lost my fourteen week angel baby and the holidays were coming up. My OBGYN graciously prescribed me Xanax, Zoloft and Percocet. I was prepared to live the holidays in a numb fog. Anything that would blur the image of my pregnant younger sister was on tap.

I’d hardly been home a day and really hadn’t properly grieved, when my brain kicked into overdrive and I decided I wasn’t done yet. It was amazing what I’d put myself through when I wanted something bad enough. I had such wanton abandon in regard to carrying my own child. It didn’t matter how bruised, bloodied and broken I was. Nothing could top having a baby.
Chasing Hope, Chapter 11 Excerpt


As a mom I understand the ups and downs of parenting. Most days are great, really great. And some days are hard, really, really hard. But between all of that I often find I take many of my days as a mommy for granted.

Reeling me back to reality is my best friend Amy. The struggles, trials, and tribulations she and her husband endured just to become parents catapults me back to earth. It is when I remember them that I am keenly reminded of what a blessing it is to be a mommy.

Amy and her husband, Kevin, weathered the storm of multiple miscarriages and pregnancy losses. Pain and heartbreak that tried and tested not only their health and well-being, but their relationship as well.

The strength and courage Amy had, and continues to have, within her is indescribable. The fire and passion that burned within her to push on when so much was crumbling around her is a testament to just how remarkable she is.

Amy is sharing her story of heartbreak, loss, and the miracle of Hope. How so very appropriate today, Memorial Day, Amy is releasing Chasing Hope. You can order your own copy now, through Amazon.com, or by clicking >>HERE<<.

One blog reader will win an eBook of Chasing Hope simply by following the easy prompts below!
It was December twelfth when I lost my fourteen week angel baby and the
holidays were coming up. My OBGYN graciously prescribed me Xanax, Zoloft and
Percocet. I was prepared to live the holidays in a numb fog. Anything that would blur the
image of my pregnant younger sister was on tap.
I’d hardly been home a day and really hadn’t properly grieved, when my brain
kicked into overdrive and I decided I wasn’t done yet. It was amazing what I’d put myself
through when I wanted something bad enough. I had such wanton abandon in regard to
carrying my own child. It didn’t matter how bruised, bloodied and broken I was. Nothing
could top having a baby.
I was consumed with researching on
It was December twelfth when I lost my fourteen week angel baby and the
holidays were coming up. My OBGYN graciously prescribed me Xanax, Zoloft and
Percocet. I was prepared to live the holidays in a numb fog. Anything that would blur the
image of my pregnant younger sister was on tap.
I’d hardly been home a day and really hadn’t properly grieved, when my brain
kicked into overdrive and I decided I wasn’t done yet. It was amazing what I’d put myself
through when I wanted something bad enough. I had such wanton abandon in regard to
carrying my own child. It didn’t matter how bruised, bloodied and broken I was. Nothing
could top having a baby.
I was consumed with researching on
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1 comment:

  1. You know how much I wanted to read this book! I haven't been through things like Amy but I can tell you, having a child and knowing Amy's story makes me realize that this isn't something that comes easy to every one. There are battles fought daily for some to become parents. I am truly blessed to be Connor's Momma.

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