Hi, Ash here.
I am a mother, wife, daughter, and sister. Momma to Eloise (3), Gwyneth (born still September 9th, 2015 at 40 weeks gestation), and Violette (8 months). I live for my girls. I am a wife to Ryan, a hard-working IT project manager, father to our girls, and my best friend. I am the oldest in a family of 10 children. My brothers, sisters, and parents mean everything to me. They have molded me into the patient and caring person that I attempt to be today.
Today I spend my days at home in New York, raising my two living daughters, a job that I am so lucky to have. Prior having children, I graduated from Fordham University and worked in the financial industry in Manhattan for five years. When Eloise was 7 months old, I made the transition to full time stay-at-home mom. Although difficult to give up my career and financial independence, it was the right decision for me and our family.
After leaving my full-time job, I searched endlessly for remote work and have successfully maintained a part-time virtual assistant work since 2014. As a stay-at-home mom, I appreciate the flexibility that virtual work offers, along with the supplemental income. My clients can depend on me to complete the work by “days end” and I can “keep my foot in the door” should I enter back into the business world after raising kids.
I enjoy interior decorating with a vintage/modern twist. I am obsessed with “garage-saling” and thrift-shopping. Being a stay-at-home mom, I have to stay on a strict budget. I am always looking for the best deal for home decor and children’s clothes. I often paint old furniture to bring it “back to life” and love reading but haven’t had much time over the last three years to enjoy a good book. I’m not complaining though – when my kids are grown I will have all the time I need for me.
I was inspired to begin this blog following the stillbirth of my baby girl Gwyneth in 2015. It has taken me some time to grieve, gather my thoughts, and find the courage to bare my feelings. The death of one’s child truly changes a person and there is NO going back to the person you once were. I will use the sweet memories of my little girl to propel me forward in healing, uniting, laughing, and hoping for a better tomorrow for me and my family. Gwyneth’s death has opened my eyes to the multitude of mothers like me out there. We are devastated by the loss of our children. In our children’s memories, we fight to survive and we gather strength from others in the same situation. Whether our children are here on earth or in heaven, we are still mothers and must go on living and enjoying all that life still has to offer. There is still hope in this journey of life. Please share in my journey.