Traumatic and Gruesome: An Unspoken Miscarriage

I just wrote a post over on Austin Moms Blog in honor of National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Month/Day about my recent miscarriage.  This miscarriage is still very fresh in my memory and I want to communicate it so others are aware.  Honestly, I never thought it would happen to me but who does, right?  Or it would happen the way it did.  Actually, as a matter of fact, I had never imagined it at all.

Reading along several other miscarriage blog posts, I realized no one really talks about the step by step of the gruesome parts of losing a child while pregnant, understandably.  My doctor told me that one out of 5 pregnancies end in miscarriage so why are we not talking about it more?  I understand that with several miscarriages the woman barely knows that she is having one due to an early pregnancy.  So with that said, I would like to talk about my experience of having a miscarriage exactly at 11 weeks gestation.  I had another week or so until I was in my 2nd trimester.  So if you are a crier, then grab your tissues or if you don’t like to hear about blood and seemingly unnatural reactions and not so easy on your stomach things then stop reading.

This recollection is mainly to write out what I experienced and potentially help another mama who might have to go through the same.  As soon as my miscarriage started, I began to search online for answers and I found an awesome YouTuber, Anna Saccone, who spoke very frankly about her experience and it helped immensely because I didn’t exactly have direct access to my doctor during it all.  So here goes…

We found out we were pregnant in mid-July of 2017.  We were not planning on having any more children however it was honestly always in the back of my mind.  We have a son who is currently 6 years old and a daughter who just turned 3.   We are getting up there in age if you know what I mean and I have had two high risk pregnancies so those are important factors as far as my husband and I deciding that our family would probably just be a family of 4.

So here we are in the middle of the summer and pregnant.  As any mother knows, as soon as you see that positive pregnancy test then you are immediately a mother to that unborn child.  It is so exciting to think of having a child even if it wasn’t planned.  But that was the problem.  I was incredibly stressed out worrying about the “what ifs.”  The “what ifs” of not taking my extra folic acid up or prenatal vitamins, etc.  Also, I am 37 years old and there are risks involved with being pregnant 35 years and up as you may already know.

Disclaimer:  When your first child is born with a disability that you find out at 20 weeks then pregnancy becomes a little less fun and a little more stressful.  So with that said, all of my pregnancies were not so much about what sex they were but about making sure they are healthy little beings.

At the end of 10 weeks I started to cramp a little and had some light spotting but that happened when I was pregnant with my daughter (2nd child) so I didn’t worry about it too much.  Life goes on and we had a busy weekend because it was right before my daughter’s 3rd birthday and right before I started teaching at her preschool.

Then it happened.  August 28th, 2017 around 6pm in the evening (of course after the doctor’s office closed!) I started to bleed a lot more.  It was a brighter red and a lot heavier then just spotting.  What a coincidence or a prank from the universe or actually God’s plan but 3 years before, to the day, I was packing up to go to the hospital to have my daughter that night.  It was incredibly hard to think this time I would not have a living baby to hold in my arms.

Let’s get down to the nitty gritty…this is what happens when you miscarry as far as physically and mentally and emotionally but mainly physically!  Now, remember, I was 11 weeks gestation to the day.  After I had an ultrasound to check for a heartbeat, the baby did measure at 11 weeks so it was very recent that the heart had stopped.

Soooo, again, I had been spotting and cramping for about 3-4 days….over the weekend and on that Monday evening I started to actually bleed quite heavily.  I called my husband and let him know.  Then decided to call the after hours nurse at my OB’s office, however, they said that there wasn’t an OB nurse there so I spoke to a regular after hours nurse and explained my situation.  She was very frank and stated that I WAS having a miscarriage and there was nothing that I could do about it while in the 1st trimester so to just lay down, put my feet up and relax.  Well, my husband comes home while I am on the phone and keeps saying that we need to go to the hospital however the nurse states that they cannot do anything so we really shouldn’t.  She told us that if I soaked a pad in an hour for 2 hours in a row then to go to the hospital.  Alright, I thought, I can understand that.

There were three main reasons that I did not want to go to the hospital.  First of all that would mean that my kids had to have someone come over and watch them on a school night.  Yes, I thought that.  Secondly, I was started to cramp really bad and did not want to be held down…poked and prodded and laying on an uncomfortable hospital bed.  And last but not least, we did not have medical insurance.  My husband and I had dropped both of us (not the kids) just a few months before which was actually a couple months before we got pregnant unexpectedly.  Fun times right?

So I put a large pad on (left over from having my daughter 3 years before) and laid on the bed with my legs up and found the above YouTube video I mentioned and started what would be one of the longest, most painful nights of my life.

My uterus cramped pretty bad at first but it was bearable.  I ended up putting a heated herbal pad on it to help and didn’t even think to take Tylenol.  Every time that I sat up or stood up I could feel large amounts of blood come out of my lady parts.  I would just sit on the toilet and let the blood masses/clots fall out as much as they would then put another pad on and go lie back down on the bed.  This lasted awhile but I still got up and tried to help my husband with the kids and dinner however I could barely stand up and definitely was hunched over.

So after I had been bleeding for about 5 hours on and off.  Sometimes filling up a pad partially but letting the blood go into the toilet as well.  As far as what the nurse stated above about the pad…how do you really know if you are letting it come out in the toilet as well?!?!  I was in so much pain towards midnight with horrible contraction cramps that did not stop.  You know if you have had contractions…you get a little bit of break, right?  Well, this was constant like a cramp but a hell of a lot harder and stronger.

Ladies, I have a pretty high tolerance for pain.  I honestly do and I could not handle the pain.  I even had a VBAC with my daughter with no epidural and this was misery in comparison.  Probably because of knowing the inevitable…your baby will not be a live little newborn to kiss and hold at the end.  Pain has a lot to do with one’s mental state.

Alright, back to it.  I just started crying while sitting on the toilet and feeling all this blood coming out of my vajayjay.  I had no control.  Miserable.  My husband starts to freak out and says that we are going to the hospital.  Then proceeds to call my mother at midnight.  She is woken up to a call from her son-in-law saying that her daughter is pregnant (surprise! we weren’t telling anyone until 2nd trimester) and now she is losing the baby in a miscarriage and can she come to our house to stay with the kids so we can go to the hospital!  Yikes…what a call she will never forget.

At this point, I am only wearing a tank top and old underwear with pads and laying on the couch – still bleeding profusely.  Contracting like hell while in a fetal position because well no position is comfortable.  And.Trying.Not.To.Cry.  My mother is at our house by now and they are both pressuring me to go to the hospital.  I just kept thinking of what Anna Saccone described.  She said there was so much blood.

So I did not sleep any that night.  Ended up watching old episodes of Frasier…when I wasn’t grimacing  One thing that did help was sitting in the tub with a shirt on, no underwear, and spraying the movable shower head onto my lady parts.  The warm water helped get rid of some of the continuous blood and just felt comforting.

As soon as the doctors office opened at 8am, I called them.  The nurse squeezed me into an ultrasound appointment as well one with the doctor.  So, now the day was August 29th, 2017 which was my daughter, Sloan’s, 3rd birthday.  I was able to get up and dress her up a little and take pictures.  By this time, I wasn’t bleeding as much anymore but still bleeding.  Cramping was continuing and I was just very uncomfortable.  I could barely walk and my lady parts were just sore as though I had just had a child or my body was trying to have one.

I went to the ultrasound alone and I was okay with it.  My mother dropped me off at the doctor’s office because she had to get back home for something and my husband took my daughter to preschool after taking my son to school.

At this time, everyone at the office you encounter knows.  They must write it really big in a red marker on your file.  The ultrasound tech starts checking out the baby and I can see it still in there.  She puts the sound thing on 3 times and keeps looking then tells me that she cannot find a heart beat.  I just started bawling.  I told her that I figured as much however deep down I was still hoping.  She said the sac has already dropped down.

I spoke to my doctor and she recommended I go to the hospital to get a D&C but knowing I prefer less intervention and we were self pay then she told me I could continue to have the miscarriage at home.  But she said that I needed to call her office in 24 hours.  If I was still bleeding at that point and/or had not passed the fetus/placenta then she would most likely make me go into the hospital.

She mentioned that I probably wouldn’t see the fetus when it comes out but I was worried about it for some reason.  I couldn’t stop crying and she told me that I need to understand that it was not my fault.

My husband worked a little from home that day but basically stayed with me.  We both slept a bit.  Again, I was still bleeding quite a bit and could feel clots coming out.

Towards the end of the day, after making dinner, I noticed that I felt like I had a bladder infection and could hardly sit.  It hurt really bad to sit down…there was a lot of pressure below.  So right around when the kids were going to bed I decided to just sit on the toilet and push.  I thought, well, I had pushed out a 7 lb 6 oz baby with no meds before so I could push out a little baby fetus and its placenta.  After pushing 4 sets of 3 pushes, it came out…the placenta which was as big as my fist and the little fetus that was attached.

At this point, my whole body felt a relief.  I started to bawl uncontrollably.  Sobbing.  This lasted several minutes.  My husband came into the bathroom right after and I yelled at him not to flush the toilet because the baby was in there.  I told him probably 10 times.  He turned the shower on and made me get in.

After getting out of the shower, I was still bleeding and just want everyone to understand this.  I bled for another 2 weeks. Towards the end spotting and probably off and on for the next month.  My uterus is tilted so that could be part of my ongoing spotting…FYI.

Okay, I am going to be even more frank with y’all now.  The placenta and fetus were just sitting in the toilet for a few minutes.  I told my husband to get something that I could put it on…he wasn’t keen on this and did not want any part of it but did as I asked.  Too much to handle for him.  While crying, I put on a kitchen glove and fished out the fetus and placenta then placed it on a flattened reusable HEB grocery bag.  Yep.  I just couldn’t bare to think of my little baby being flushed down the toilet and into the sewers.  I know that it’s soul was back up with the Lord however I just couldn’t do it.

I prayed over it and asked for peace and clarity.  Told the baby that I would see it one day again up in heaven and I could not wait to meet him/her.  Then I called my mom and talked to her for quite awhile just sitting by my baby.  It was so emotionally and mentally traumatic as well as physically.  I cannot believe that women go through this as much as they do.  I could see the eyes and ears of the baby, count its fingers and toes.  That was my 3rd child lying on the floor of our bathroom.  I would never get to hold it or comfort it with nursing or kiss its mouth.

I ended up putting it in a mason jar and in our fridge, then a few days later, I took it out in the middle of the night.  Removed it from the placenta, prayed over it again and placed it in a tiny little blanket that I sewed for it then into a small wooden box.  I put scripture on this box and a big I love you so much.  Honestly, it is currently still in my freezer.  Seriously.  I feel like a crazy person.  I truly do but I don’t really care if I am a bit wacko for what I did or if people just think I am.  I am not ready to say goodbye.  I don’t think I will ever be ready.  I am going to bury it in a plant that I bought that bares the nickname “belly button.”  I thought that was fitting.

I would never have imagined it would have been so gruesome and bloody and painful.  Just never had to think about it.  It helped me to know what was right and wasn’t so that I could be home, in a safe place, to go through it.

However a mother chooses to have her miscarriage such as a D&C or at home or whatever she decides to do or not do with the fetus afterwards is all okay.  We all grieve differently.  I needed to write out my experience for peach and healing.  Some mothers would never want to relive it.

Last little note: my son asked if the baby was okay afterwards and I had to tell him that it actually was not okay.  I explained to him that God decided to take the baby back up to heaven to be with him.  My son asked why and I didn’t really have an answer and I told him just that.  I didn’t know why but that maybe God changed his mind.  He is a loving and powerful God and wanted to keep the baby as one of his little angels.

This miscarriage made me even more grateful for the two beautiful children that God has gifted us.






It’s Been 7 Amazing Years…

7 years ago, June 14th, 2010, we were told we would have a son.  7 years ago we were told our son had Spina Bifida Myelomeningocele.  7 years ago our world came crashing down around us without warning, without reservations and with a lot of fear.

I hope that day will never pass without me simply pausing for a second to allow my thoughts to overwhelm me as well as comfort me. I hope my pause on that date, each year, consists of gratitude and thanksgiving to God.  I hope my thoughts allow me to smile no matter if I am around someone or simply by myself.

Our SB journey is not at all what we imagined 7 years ago nor is it what we would have ever have dreamed.  Every child, every person who has Spina Bifida has a completely different story.  Our story consists of a lot of miracles.  It consists of perseverance and the belief that no matter what, our son will be strong and powerful.

My thoughts go back to the 14th of June so many years ago and I wish I could tell my pregnant self that it will all be okay.  Even if Teak had not walked or jumped, that it would be okay.  New experiences are full of fear when you do not know the outcome but the outcome would have been great no matter what our child became.

We are thankful for his success story but at the same time, do not want to take away from other SB success stories.  Their success comes out of their determination and their struggles with living in a world that is not always so accepting of differences.

Our son has his own issues with his hearing loss and his speech delays.  We are working through this day by day.  I know that he will one day speak just as good or better than his peers but for the time being we will continue to nurture him.  I will continue to be his biggest advocate in his education as well as among his medical team.  I don’t ever want him to feel alone in this world and always want him to reach higher while chasing his dreams.

Teak will one day change the world for the better.  I hope this for all children especially ones with special needs.  The world will one day see their differences as powerful.


For more posts about Teak and his special journey click on links below.

A Letter to My Son…

6 Years Ago

Read.Think.Learn.Grow | Thursday

Terrorizing Toddlers

When I first sat down to write this blog post, it was intended to be about my kindergartner learning Sight Words with a little bit of our fun, learning moments at the Thinkery earlier this week.  However, after the day that I have had, my head was full of terrorizing two year old toddler tantrums.

It has been 4 years since my son was a two year old and my memories are a little bleak to say the least.  He was more of a threenager than a terrible two.  Plus he is a mama’s boy through and through.  Just today, in school, he drew me a cute little picture of the two of us standing next to each other with the title, Dear Mom, I Luv U.  And in the picture, he is handing me a flower.  Are you kidding me!?!  This kid!  Sure, we still have a lot of issues, arguments, etc., however, I can almost always comfort him to get him to calm down and I always have been able to comfort him.  My parenting style fell more on the attachment parenting realm with him.  I had more patience. less controlling, more parenting with meaning.

Now, my daughter is a different story.  I am still trying to figure out how to get past her tantrums.  So Thursday mornings, I do a bible study at my church and she goes with me.  She gets to hang with two awesome ladies, sometimes three and a bunch of active 2 year olds.  They play, sing songs, color and paint.  She truly enjoys it.  And I do as well.

Let me play out this morning for you all…WARNING. THIS IS LONG

She had full control over what she ate that morning, a toasted raisin bread sun butter and jelly sandwich.  The first one was eaten by the dog which drew some tears but once I placed the dog in the back yard then I made another one for her.  She had full control over what she wore including the princess panties, check.  I then proceeded to ask her to get a wipe to clean her breakfast off her face which she was more than happy to do.  She ran into the living room and passed the wipes package that was sitting on the couch so I of course reached down for them and pulled one out.  That.was.when.all.hell.broke.loose.  You would have thought that I had stolen an ice cream cone straight out of her mouth.  You know, with the yummy ice cream from Lick or Amy’s Ice Cream?

She was not to be calmed.  I apologized and placed it back into the package and back onto the couch.  Asked her to please proceed with cleaning her face, however, it.was.all.over.  We spent a good 25 minutes arguing over the most ridiculous things.  Mainly just putting her clothes on and arguing over what shoes to wear, etc.  Once it was a little calmer and we were ready to leave (note by now it was about 10 minutes after bible study had started), we walked toward the door and I started to open it.  Then it all happened again because she wanted to do it.  I pick her up in a lame attempt at trying to calm her.  {Note I say lame b/c the last time I attempted to calm her during a tantrum, she bit me like a hungry vampire.  Seriously, she drew blood.  It left a huge red mark…I have pictures to show her future husband so he knows what to look forward to (yes, I will).}  Alright, back to today.  During this last bit of the tantrum after I put her down because she is flailing her arms and legs, I simply ask her if I can hold her.  She cries out NO.  I stop and think.  Then tell her that mama is sad too so can she please hold mama?

Guess What?!  It worked.  It actually worked.  I was able to pick her up without getting kicked in the guts and comfort her.  It was a God sent miracle.   As we walk out of the house and get into the car, she says, “Nice Mama.”

Once back home, I decided that I needed to use my Psychology background and start reading some simple parenting books again.  Or re-scan them over.  When you are on your 2nd child and somewhat of an older parent, then the parenting books start collecting a lot of dust on the shelf because you know…you think you got this by now, right!?!  Ugh!

I pick up Easy to Love, Difficult to Discipline by Becky A. Bailey, Ph.D.  And the first bold sentence that I read “Your interactions with your children literally shape their brains.” I have definitely shaped this child’s brain to think that me arguing back with her during her control fests just means I am a mean mama.  We are both feeling bullied and I am the adult so it is my job as a parent to take a breath and choose to control myself instead of her.  I find myself focusing so much on how horribly she behaves and how often she throws tantrums even when I offer safe choices.  Dr. Becky A. Bailey talks about the Power of Attention which states “what you focus on, you will get more of, and will strengthen within yourself and in others.”  So I am only strengthening her miss-behavior.  What!  Mind-blown.  This is such an easy concept yet such a hard life skill to have as a natural worrier dealing with a toddler tyrant.

This post will need to have a Part II because I am so exhausted from the terrorizing interactions between me and my daughter and need more time to put words into action.

I love her strong willed spirit and her smart, energetic mind.  I vow to bring these to her attention more often so that I am not focusing on the negatives of our interactions but only on the positives which in turn will hopefully calm our relationship just a bit…maybe…we will see.  Stay tuned y’all.




The 45th President

January 20, 2017 | US Inauguration Day

Watching the presidential inauguration was a little surreal today.  It made me feel less of a boring stay-at-home mom and more of an empowered strong mother of two beautiful humans.  I will not say who I voted for, however, I will admit that I did not care for either candidate and was honestly a bit disappointed they were our two choices at the end.  Melancholy came over me as I watched President Obama leaving in the helicopter.

The heaviness that I felt while watching Trump become President of the United States was partly due to our divided country over this election.  The DC protestors acting violent in their own streets and toward the law force are just reiterating the negatives they feel about President Trump.  I am impressed by the Austin protestors who were peaceful and give them praise.  If you like him or not, President Trump stated that we should “speak our minds openly, debate our disagreements honestly but always pursue solidarity.”  He is our president rather we like it or not so we need to find our voices yet keep our manners.

We are given freedom of speech but we are not given freedom to attack each other, physically or verbally.  When something is personal the only way to take it is personal, however, we must learn to separate ourselves from personal attacks and truly see the reason of the attacker, showing them kindness and understanding. This world, our nation, is full of different kinds of people, young, middle and old; rich, middle and poor.  We all have our daily demons and truly need to be the light in someone’s dark day rather than just creating more darkness.

“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” – Ghandi



Sunny Sunday | New Year, New You 2017


| 10 Quotes to Start Your New Year and Renew Your Mind |

Making New Years Resolutions or actually Goals for Your Life would be a better way to describe it.  Resolutions seem to slither out of one’s daily routines a couple months into the new year, however, make them actual Life Goals.  Display them in your home where you see the constant reminder of where you want to be and where you are going.

Each year my husband and I discuss our goals for the year and talk about writing them down, however, we never seem to get there.  I don’t honestly think that is the reason that we haven’t accomplished all our goals yet but it doesn’t help us out any now does it?!

Life is hard, even as a Christian where you are supposed to leave all your worries up to the Lord above.  Your life depends on you as well as your faith in God to provide and help you.  We must not only seek Him in all we do, however, continue to live life to our best ability when we do not hear from God.  Reading the Word daily and keeping a positive mindset will help.

So this brings me to a some positive thoughts that I have come across lately.  I have always loved quotes, ever since I was a little girl.  I tend to over-analyze quite a bit and get lost in my head so quotes help keep my thoughts simple.  There is such a simplicity to a short positive statement or a small scripture.  It can help to realign your life or your day when the path is an uphill curve.  Parenting can cause a lot of ups and downs throughout your day, week, month, year so sometimes it is nice to read through some positive quotes from successful people.  Here are a few quote* including a couple scriptures that get me through my day.

“Life is 10% of what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. ” – Charles Swindoll

“Life isn’t about getting and having, it’s about giving and being.” – Kevin Kruse

“Strive not to be a success but rather to be of value.” – Albert Einstein

“Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve.” – Napoleon Hill

“Happiness is not in another place, but this place…Not for another hour, but this hour.” – Walt Whitman

“Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.” – Jim Ryan

“Success is…knowing your purpose in life, growing to reach your maximum potential, and sowing seeds that benefit others.” – John C. Maxwell

“But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.” – 2 Cor. 15:7

“In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.” – Psalm 16:9

“Work for a cause, not for applause. Live life to express, not to impress. Don’t strive to make your presence noticed, just make your absence felt.” – Anonymous

*these were pulled from the world wide web

Hope these bring smiles to you hearts and opens your minds to new possibilities for the new year!  Thank you for reading.


Sew Saturday | 3

Christmas Gift Picture Coaster | Simple and Appreciated

Alright, alright, I know this post is titled Sew Saturday, however, this is more of a DIY rather than a sewing project.  Sorry guys!

Every Christmas I struggle with what to get family members, adult family members.  My mother always says that she just wants help around her house and with her business plus she never seems to like what I get her anyway – in years past.  In recent Christmases my sister, brother and I have joined forces to get her something like an IPad last year but that didn’t work out as we had hoped.  Long, long story!

Typically Chad’s family just wants pictures of our family or actually the kids…it is just a bonus if Chad and I are in them. 🙂  So this year I decided to make my family these really cute picture coasters!  It was easier than I though, but very effective.  I even kept one for myself or my house…I guess Chad can use it too!  Family members dis say that they do not plan on using it as a coaster and will just place it on something like a picture.

Here are pictures of these really cute picture coasters that are supposed to look like a Polaroid picture. ⇒

Picture of my beauties.

All you need:

white square tiles from Lowes, Home Depot or any local hardware/tile store

A square shaped picture cut about 3/4 of the size of the tile

Modge Podge

small sponge brush

black felt cut into squares same size as your tile (or black paint if you think that is easier or what you have on hand)

E600 0glue (I used a spray adhesive glue for the first round and it didn’t stick so great so next round I used E6000 which worked much better!

  1. Use small sponge brush to apply Modge Podge to surface of tile.
  2. Place picture on tile to cover top 3/4th of the tile leaving a white space on the bottom and some on the side like a Polaroid picture.
  3. Use small sponge brush to apply more Modge Podge to top of picture and full surface of tile.
  4. Place on flat surface and wait until they are dry to continue.
  5. Cut black felt into tile sized squares if you haven’t already
  6. Glue black felt squares to back of tile with E6000.
  7. Deliver to family who will love them especially if they are of your beautiful kids or you of course!!

I first saw this one Whats Up Moms YouTube video.  It might be easier to follow her so here is the video link:  Whats Up Moms YouTube photo gift video

I hope y’all enjoy doing this fun DIY project!!

Have a blessed day and thank you for reading.

♥ Abigail






Sew Saturday | 1

Girly Skirts – Sloan’s 2nd Birthday


I grew up with a very creative mother.  She has an interior design degree from LSU and has sewn her entire life including making beautiful quilts for herself and family members.  When my sister and I were young girls, my mother tried desperately to get us to sew.  Neither one of us to an interest to it at the time.  When I purchased my house then I started to have some interest in sewing such as making extra pillows.  When my son was a baby, I attempted to make a cotton filled ball for him to throw around since like most baby boys, he loved balls.  It was actually his first word.  My mother did end up having to help me sew the pieces together after my efforts failed.

So a few years, a couple of successful pillows and baby burp cloths for gifts and a failed attempt at a bag later, I found out I was having a baby girl.  Oh, did that spark a desire to start my sewing attempts again.  I love these little skirts that you can get at Gap, or most kids clothes stores that have an attached bloomer to them.  In this hot Texas weather, they are really great and look so incredibly cute on tiny human girls.  Well, before my daughter’s first birthday, I decide to make her a shirt with “One” on it and a matching skirt with bloomer.  Guess what, I passed.  Admittedly, some stitches were ripped out and there were some late nights, however, it worked!

So this brings me to her 2nd birthday.  I actually made part of it up as I went along because I could not find an exact pattern at the time.  Since then, I believe I found one pretty darn close on a blog, however, still used my own simple pattern because my daughter is on the smaller end for her age.  She turned 2 at the end of August and still easily fits in 12 month shorts and skirts because of her waist.

For the bloomers, check out this tutorial from a local Austin woman! Made Everyday – Perfect Diaper and Nappy Cover There is also an easy to follow YouTube tutorial. She is really easy to follow.  So instead of finishing off the waistband like she shows, I add the piece of fabric for the skirt to it.  I prefer the skirt to not be really full.  Some people like a very full skirt so you would make the circumference of it longer, maybe even triple it the child’s waist measurement.  Two different skirts were cut and then I decided to make the one that she is wearing in the pictures above.

This piece of fabric is 10in x 30in.  My daughter’s waist is about 18 inches so I added 12in onto it so the skirt was not straight but a little full.  I sew the ends shorter ends together, right sides in, sew the hem for the bottom, then attach the top part to the top of the bloomers to make a waistband.  Then add the elastic.
This is showing the same piece and the bloomers that I will attach.  These bloomers make up the front and back already sewn in the bottom or crotch area.
Closer picture of the bloomers.  Elastic will be added to the leg holes and sewn.  I prefer to sew bias tape to the legs when sewing for the elastic opening. (see tutorial above!)
Again, opened up bloomers for better view.

This blog is very new and I am learning how to do tutorials.  Especially with sewing, I forget to take the before and during pictures.  Ask me any questions at all if you are truly interested in trying this cute skirt with bloomers!  It is such a fun feeling when you make something that your children wear.  Then you can get exactly what you envision for their big day.

Here is a skirt that I made for Sloan to wear for Thanksgiving.  It does not have bloomers.  I attempted to make suspenders for it, however, failed at the button holes because I do not have a button hole maker…go figure! 😉 20170122_155713