<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:05:10.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter William</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-7798430693432144408</id><published>2010-03-07T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:10:00.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like I'll be needing this again.</title><content type='html'>It certainly looks like I'll be needing my oasis again.  I need a place where I can write everything out just to get it out, where no one can judge me for how I'm feeling or tell me silly little things that they think will make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost another baby this week, according to the ultrasound that I had the week before I was 8 weeks pregnant the day I lost it.  Although, according to what I think was my LMP I should have been 9w4d.  Maybe that should have clued me in enough that this baby wasn't going to make it.  I still can't believe this has happened (or is happening) to me.  I don't feel like I have anyone I can really talk to.  Everyone keeps trying to tell me stupid things that they think will make me feel better.  I just want to punch them when they do.  Even my sister Kathleen, who I thought was coming from Cornwall to be here to support me, seems as if she mostly came down to get away from her husband.  I didn't feel like I could talk much about this baby that I lost.  It almost felt like if I brought something up then it would seem like I was dwelling on it.  We were all at Juanita's house, and I was feeling quite down.  I was told to smile.  I just wanted to yell and scream "Hey, you go through what I'm going through right now and THEN you see if you want to smile!"  For fuck's sake, I just lost a fucking baby.  I held everything in my hand and in that moment knew that it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep on telling me "Well at least you have Austin" or some variation of that.  Yes, great, I have Austin, I know that.  That doesn't fix the fact that I've lost two babies!  Sometimes I wish that I hadn't seen the baby on the ultrasound with the heart beating.  I think this might be somewhat easier if I didn't have a renewed hope.  It's so unfair that the OB told us that things were good, not just cautious good, but good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-7798430693432144408?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7798430693432144408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=7798430693432144408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/7798430693432144408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/7798430693432144408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2010/03/looks-like-i-be-needing-this-again.html' title='Looks like I&amp;#39;ll be needing this again.'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-4008069790767011680</id><published>2009-09-20T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:10:00.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>219</title><content type='html'>~Sigh~  I feel so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself tonight after a few weeks of not doing it.  Last time I weighed myself I was 215 or 213.  I feel so gross.  Before I ever got pregnant I was around the 200 mark.  For a long time, quite a few years ago, I was in and around the 180 mark.  That means in approximately 7 years I've gained 40 pounds.  That's so gross.  I guess I just never seen it because I gained it over a long period of time.  The most I've ever weighed was 224 pounds, but that was when I was pregnant with Austin.  I can't really blame this on baby weight though because 2 weeks after having Austin I weighed 197.  How does that even happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  Isaac and I just bought a bunch of crap food.  That's probably part of how it happens.  That, and the fact that I'm getting next to no exercise.  I have no motivation though.   I'd really like to get to a healthy weight, and I know this isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-4008069790767011680?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4008069790767011680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=4008069790767011680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4008069790767011680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4008069790767011680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2009/09/219.html' title='219'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-9169912113834903758</id><published>2009-08-07T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:10:00.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 weeks</title><content type='html'>Austin turned 17 weeks today.  It seems a little weird to still be counting the weeks.  Okay, so he'll be 4 months on Monday.  Wow!  People tell you that kids grow up too fast, but I never really believed them.  When your a new Mom, especially a first time Mom, that time just zooms by.  This is one of those times that I feel luck to live in Canada.  I am entitled to a full year of maternity leave, which is awesome.  I feel bad for my American mommy friends, who, if not back at work already, will be headed there shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 25th birthday is in 10 days.  I'm neither excited nor dreading it.  I think it'll just feel like another day.  I don't think there is anything being planned for it.  Austin and I may be traveling up to Sault Ste. Marie for a memorial service.  Let's hope he likes loooong car drives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-9169912113834903758?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/9169912113834903758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=9169912113834903758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/9169912113834903758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/9169912113834903758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-weeks.html' title='17 weeks'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-4602982123998196151</id><published>2009-07-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:10:00.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months!</title><content type='html'>Wow, time surely does fly!  Austin is 12 weeks old already.  We brought him to his pediatrician for his 3 month check up today.  He weighs a whopping 15 pounds already and is 24.75 inches long.  Everything is great with Austin and we go back in a month for his next appointment (and next shots ACK!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin has been sleeping in his crib in his own room for just shy of a week.  I first had him napping in there during the day but would still keep him in the bassinet beside our bed at night.  However, the first night he spent in his crib is because he was still sound asleep when we were ready to go to bed.  I thought I'd be nervous and anxious to leave him in his own room but I think I got a better night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the annual Hodgert Family (MIL's extended family) picnic on Saturday.  I'm looking forward to showing Austin off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying being a temporary stay-at-home Mom.  I wish I had hope that we could possibly extend it passed my one year of maternity leave, but sadly it just won't be feasible.  Unless, of course, I was to get pregnant with #2 in October.  That would leave me with just enough time to go back to work, work the necessary 600 hours to qualify for EI again and then go off on mat leave again.  Don't get your hopes up for me...we don't want our babies THAT close together lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-4602982123998196151?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4602982123998196151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=4602982123998196151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4602982123998196151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4602982123998196151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months.html' title='3 months!'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-8662469361430849667</id><published>2009-06-26T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:10:00.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart</title><content type='html'>So I figured out that I really neglected my blog for a long period of time....almost a year actually.  It was here when I needed it though, to really help me deal with the heartache that would creep up on me.  I have decided to move all of my previous posts to my other blog which you can find &lt;a href="http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you that don't know me personally...My name is Rachel.  I am 24 and married to Isaac (30) for almost 2 years now.  We have an amazing little boy Austin who is 11 weeks old.  We live outside a small town about half an hour north of London, Ontario, Canada.  I am currently on maternity leave and Isaac works for New Orlean's Pizza in-store and doing deliveries.  He also does some DJing work on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anyone bothers to check back here for new posts anymore so I could just be talking to myself! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-8662469361430849667?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/8662469361430849667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=8662469361430849667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/8662469361430849667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/8662469361430849667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2009/06/restart.html' title='Restart'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-6989782290997557179</id><published>2008-07-19T08:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>I was outside last night watering our new trees and garden.  Every time I'm outside I think about our neighbours (because I can see their houses and such).  Well our one neighbour just had a baby boy and she was due exactly 2 months before we were.  I just think that it all seems so unfair.  She's married, but still lives with her parents.  Her husband lives and works in the States.  And she has three other kids.  Not that I would wish miscarriage on anyone but it just doesn't seem fair that I would lose my one and only.  If anyone that knows who I'm talking about here is reading this....don't get mad at me for my feelings.  As the title of my blog suggests, this is my oasis, my escape from the world around me.  My place to share the feelings that I am feeling.  Not even Isaac reads this blog at this point (or that I know of anyways).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-6989782290997557179?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/6989782290997557179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=6989782290997557179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/6989782290997557179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/6989782290997557179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thinking_8389.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-7526821348404045982</id><published>2008-07-01T19:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>Why were we so afraid to touch our own baby?  Why didn't we touch him and not just the blanket that he was wrapped in?  I feel so bad that we will never have that opportunity again and that we wasted the time that we did have with him.  I feel bad that we didn't talk to him everyday, that we didn't sing him songs or kiss him goodnight.  I feel bad that I didn't sing to him when I could have after he was born.  I feel so guilty that my body wouldn't cooperate and that we didn't have more time with him because I had to go into surgery.  I didn't know until after the fact that we could have asked to see him again.  I know there is nothing I could have done to change the outcome of his short little life, but I still feel like a terrible person for not doing so many things that I could have.  I can't get it out of my head that maybe if I had taken folic acid when I was supposed to (before I got pregnant) then maybe Hunter would not have had to suffer with his physical problems.  I feel so stupid for not being extremely worried about miscarrying.  They told us there was a greater chance of it happening, I just never thought it actually would.  I feel bad for being mad at Isaac because he doesn't grieve the same way or to the same intensity as me.  I should be six and a half months pregnant right now.  I should be counting down the days of work I have left.  Instead, I'm sitting at work bawling my eyes out over our baby that never had a chance at life.  I feel so bad for joking around at the amnio, my last moment of innocence.  I feel so bad for not taking care of myself during the pregnancy.  Why didn't I eat better? Exercise? Get more sleep?  Would those things have helped me feel better?  I regret not writing down everything I possibly could during my pregnancy.  Like the time that I thought I felt Hunter kick me, what day was that? How far along was I?  I can't remember now and I don't think I ever will.  The night before we found out he had passed away, I thought I had felt him moving, rolling over in my belly.  Now I know that it couldn't have been possible, but why did my body and mind try to fool me like that?  Do I really want another baby already? Or is it just that I want to go back to being pregnant with Hunter?? Did we make the right decision to keep going with the pregnancy when we knew that he was going to have problems? Were we being selfish in just wanting a baby no matter what was wrong with him? How come other people can have babies and they are perfectly fine?  Why did this have to happen to us?!? What if this was our one and only chance at having a baby? What if Isaac IS sterile and Hunter was just a one in a million chance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-7526821348404045982?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7526821348404045982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=7526821348404045982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/7526821348404045982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/7526821348404045982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/07/regrets_5804.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-1017935759648531399</id><published>2008-06-21T17:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 weeks or 6 months</title><content type='html'>Today has been rough for me.  I realized that I would have been around 6 months pregnant by now.  I would have had only 2 or 3 months left of being pregnant and then we would have met Hunter alive.  I'm so terribly upset and I feel cheated.  I was at a family reunion today and just could help but walk away and cry.  I should be feeling my baby kick today, not visiting his tiny grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-1017935759648531399?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/1017935759648531399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=1017935759648531399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/1017935759648531399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/1017935759648531399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/06/27-weeks-or-6-months_6445.html' title='27 weeks or 6 months'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-4067486602580913874</id><published>2008-06-15T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm kinda disappointed in my family.  Isaac and I were at my parent's house today, with 2 of my 4 sisters.  None of them even bothered to say Happy Father's Day to Isaac.  Even though they said it to my brother-in-law right in front of Isaac.  It was the same on Mother's Day, the same people didn't bother to say anything to me.  I mean, I know that we don't have a child to hold in our arms, but he's there in our hearts.  I do give credit to my one sister though, who mailed us each a card on our respective days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-4067486602580913874?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4067486602580913874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=4067486602580913874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4067486602580913874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4067486602580913874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/06/father-day_1932.html' title='Father&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-4173525439431358645</id><published>2008-06-13T12:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's Memorial Service</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, June 8th, we went to a memorial service for all the miscarried and stillborn babies at St. Joe's Hospital in London, Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was, I'm estimating, about 30-40 people there.  It was a beautiful service.  They had a choir to sing sad, but lovely songs.  In our programs they gave us a little paper leaf that we could write Hunter's name on.  Then during the service they had a time for us to hang them on the "tree of life", then light a candle and receive a carnation.  This is the time that made me start crying really bad.  Everything they said during the service, every poem they read and every song that was sung, totally made sense, and it was exactly how I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat for a good long time after the service was over and just cried.  The spiritual care man that talked to us before Hunter was born came over to chat, as did the Social Worker.  They asked if there was anything they could do to help, and it took all of my strength not to yell "Bring him back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days that I'm feeling okay, that I can make it through this and everything.  Then there are days, like the day of the service, that I just couldn't care about life, and living it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have told me that the pain never goes away, but that it does get lesser as time goes by....I look forward to that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-4173525439431358645?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4173525439431358645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=4173525439431358645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4173525439431358645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4173525439431358645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/06/hunter-memorial-service_5656.html' title='Hunter&amp;#39;s Memorial Service'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-5636822334266825115</id><published>2008-06-13T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Avianna</title><content type='html'>There is a girl on my Mommy's board named Sarah.  Her 2 month old daughter Avianna is in the hospital and is not expected to make it after a terrible accident at home.  Any prayers you can spare for this little girl would be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-5636822334266825115?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5636822334266825115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=5636822334266825115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/5636822334266825115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/5636822334266825115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayers-for-avianna.html' title='Prayers for Avianna'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-5797281166084356777</id><published>2008-05-31T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nestle Sample Pack</title><content type='html'>Sometime last week I got a package notification in the mail.  So I went to the post office to pick up my package.  I'm kind of excited because I'm not expecting anything from anywhere right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that excitement quickly died as I seen "Nestle" in the From section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package was a formula sample I had requested from Nestle some time ago.  It's a little black diaper bag backpack that comes with a can of formula, a changing pad and a "baby on board" sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one more reminder of what I don't have anymore, that being my baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough.  Really tough.  Now I'm not looking forward to checking the mail because I know I signed up for at least one more sample pack if not two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-5797281166084356777?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/5797281166084356777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=5797281166084356777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/5797281166084356777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/5797281166084356777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/05/nestle-sample-pack.html' title='Nestle Sample Pack'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-7120062829595850557</id><published>2008-05-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Friends</title><content type='html'>Friends are a great thing to have.  I am not a social butterfly.  I don't make friends easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found many of my friends online.  Not in a dating site kind of way (although I'm not knocking them) but on message boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I joined a message board &lt;a href="www.canadianbride.com"&gt;www.canadianbride.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies on this board helped me plan our wedding.  It was great to have understanding people to talk to everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my miscarriage, I met the most wonderful person on that board, her name is Kirsty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our wedding in September I got hit with baby fever.  Isaac wasn't ready to try for a baby yet so I sought out and joined &lt;a href="www.mommiesnbabies.com"&gt;www.mommiesnbabies.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a great message board.  Both of these message boards are filled with wonderful caring people.  MnB (mommiesnbabies) has helped me the most though.  We had a lot of worries with my pregnancy and they were there to calm my fears.  When the worst happened and we lost Hunter, the ladies were there to hear my cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Internet has been a great help for me, both with planning a wedding and healing from a miscarriage.  I don't know what I'd do without the friends I have made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-7120062829595850557?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/7120062829595850557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=7120062829595850557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/7120062829595850557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/7120062829595850557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-friends.html' title='Online Friends'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-4320836196375652475</id><published>2008-05-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been tough...</title><content type='html'>So it's been quite tough over the last little while.  I've been dealing with a lot of pain and hurt, both physically and emotionally.  It's been 38 days since Hunter was born and just today I can say that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starting&lt;/span&gt; to feel a little bit better physically.  I can tell you, it's really hard to handle yourself emotionally when you think your body hates you and won't stop hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've went to visit Hunter's grave many times.  It's always a sad and tearful time, but a time I feel I need to spend with my son.  I often talk to him and I once read him a book.  It just felt natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of books:  I've been reading a lot of books about miscarriage.  I finished a book called              "To full term : a mother's triumph over miscarriage" by Darci Klein.  I am now reading "Coming to Term: Uncovering the Truth about Miscarriage" by Jon Cohen.  Both of these books are written by people who have gone through many miscarriages so I know they know what they are talking about.  I think it's been helping me.  Besides the part where they have multiple miscarriages (that scares me) it helps me see that what I am feeling is completely normal.  That it's okay to be alright one day and then be an emotional wreck the next (or minute to minute for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend the first book "To full term..." to anyone that has been through a miscarriage.  This was one book I wasn't going to pick up because I thought it would be too hard to read about someone trying for another baby after a miscarriage, because I wasn't at that point yet.  But I'm glad I picked it up and read it.  It's very much Darci's story of everything that she went through and an honest review of her feelings.  Darci is also a researcher so she put her talents to good use and explained the medical side of what she was going through.  Honestly, this book was a really good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Coming to Term..." book is good so far.  I'm not very far into it, but I'm finding it an easy read.  The author has quickly explained his personal experience with miscarriage.  I'm not sure what the rest of the book is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 8th, there is a memorial service at the hospital where Hunter was born for all the babies that have passed away.  We are definitely going.  It seems kind of ironic though that exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 months&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after getting married, we are attending a memorial service for the baby that we lost.  How cruel this world can seem at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-4320836196375652475?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/4320836196375652475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=4320836196375652475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4320836196375652475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/4320836196375652475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-been-tough.html' title='It&amp;#39;s been tough...'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-2372105438061526461</id><published>2008-05-24T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:34.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog post!</title><content type='html'>So blogging is a big topic on my &lt;a href="www.mommiesnbabies.com"&gt;MommiesnBabies&lt;/a&gt; message board right now.  Everyone seems to be starting a blog so I thought I might as well give it a go too.  I'm not even sure I'll tell anyone about this blog quite yet until I can make sure I can keep it going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know me, my name is Rachel.  I'm a 23 year old female living in Ontario, Canada.  I am married to my husband (obvious I hope) Isaac.  We've been married for a little over 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has had it's ups and downs in the last 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP:&lt;/span&gt; We got married on September 8, 2007.  It was a beautiful and perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP: &lt;/span&gt;We found out we were expecting our first baby on January 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP:&lt;/span&gt; We went on our planned trip/honeymoon to Mexico in the last week of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP:&lt;/span&gt; We had our very first ultrasound on March 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWN:&lt;/span&gt; March 18th my doctor told us that there were physical problems with our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWN:&lt;/span&gt; March 19th we had our second ultrasound (not so excited that time).  This ultrasound confirmed the findings of the first ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the option of terminating the pregnancy at this point but we decided together that we wanted to give this baby a chance at life, no matter how short that life might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWN:&lt;/span&gt; April 15th we had an Amniocentesis and found out that our baby no longer had a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, that has been our lives over the past 8 months.  It's been tough, I won't deny that.  If you're reading my blog right now, I'll warn you.  There will be a lot of me talking about this miscarriage and my sweet little baby boy Hunter William.  He has had a HUGE impact on my life and I never want to forget him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-2372105438061526461?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2372105438061526461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=2372105438061526461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/2372105438061526461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/2372105438061526461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-blog-post.html' title='My first blog post!'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441701394101525048.post-2659493274843324339</id><published>2008-04-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:02:09.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>My name is Rachel Jaques.  I am 23 years old and married to my best friend Isaac Jaques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently we have suffered through the loss of our first baby through a missed miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very painful time in our lives.  We named our baby boy Hunter William Jaques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out that we were pregnant on January 18th, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5441701394101525048-2659493274843324339?l=hunterwilliam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/feeds/2659493274843324339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5441701394101525048&amp;postID=2659493274843324339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/2659493274843324339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5441701394101525048/posts/default/2659493274843324339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterwilliam.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-25-2008.html' title='April 25, 2008'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
