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These adorable feet belong to my sweet son, Miller Everett. He died, and then was born, on August 22, 2011. We think he died because his umbilical cord was wrapped tightly around him, cutting off the supply of oxygen. He was born via C-section while we were on vacation, and we got to spend time holding him after he was born.

Miller was our one-in-a-million baby, in the best and worst ways. My husband and I had been through about a year and a half of infertility when he was conceived (after our doctor said we should just skip the cycle because it wouldn’t work). Everything was going so well, until it wasn’t. At 26 weeks and 5 days pregnant, I didn’t feel him move all day, so we went to the hospital and the nightmare began.

Although all of the posts about Miller can be found here (in reverse order), here are the main ones:

The story of getting pregnant: like I won the lottery

The first sign of a problem (but we never thought he’d die): mah baby can’t poop

Miller is born: our baby boy

The details: Miller’s birth story

Naming our son: from baby b to miller everett

Autopsy results: some answers

A project I call “Miller is Everywhere”: magical thinking

Photos of Miller: how long do you want to be loved?

Photos from Miller is Everywhere. If you see Miller’s name somewhere, please take a photo and send it to me to add to the set. This is one of my favorite things and makes me feel like Miller is remembered and loved.