Morgan Beck, the wife of Olympic skier Bode Miller, was pregnant with a son in June when they lost their 19-month-old daughter in a tragic drowning accident.
Little Emeline Grier passed away in the hospital a day after falling into a neighbor’s pool, Dearly reported.
Four months later, the family welcomed their baby boy. And he has served as a light in the darkness for them ever since. Miller said:
“If there’s one thing that can kind of help to heal and fill that spot in your heart, it’s a baby. And he’s a special one. Besides the lack of sleep, it’s been a really nice process to be able to go through.”
The family has shared photos of the child since his birth, but Beck took to Instagram this week to formally introduce the baby boy.
Beck wrote, in part:
I haven’t formally introduced our little light, Easton Vaughn Rek Miller. He is so special and has brought so much healing and hope.
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I haven’t formally introduced our little light, Easton Vaughn Rek Miller. He is so special and has brought so much healing and hope. Our baby Emmy will never be replaced but man, has this little bundle allowed us to feel a small sense of peace and in a weird way, a connection between the heavens and earth #lifeafterdeath
The 31-year-old told her followers on Instagram that her daughter is irreplaceable, but Easton is helping to fill some of the voids.
Our baby Emmy will never be replaced but man, has this little bundle allowed us to feel a small sense of peace and in a weird way, a connection between the heavens and earth #lifeafterdeath
The mom thought her son and late daughter had a connection even before he was born.
As Dearly reported, Beck shared an ultrasound photo that she believed showed her daughter protecting Easton in the womb.
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When we walked out of the hospital without our Emmy, despair and uncertainty surrounded us. The parting words from the medical staff, in those early hours after we lost our baby Emmy, was to check on the baby in my tummy. So, 5 days after losing her, I reluctantly had the ultrasound tech come check on the baby growing in my belly. To step into my future without my daughter felt like a dagger to my heart. How can life change so quickly? During the last ultrasound, my baby Emmy lay in my arms wondering what she was looking at on the screen. And, now, she was gone. This time, I asked the tech to be quick. She asked if I wanted a 3D image to which I replied, “no.” She swiftly maneuvered the wand around my stomach, checking on all parts. As she viewed the baby’s profile, she told me, “I know you don’t want a 3D image but this is a perfect angle and I feel like I need to do one. I will be quick.” As the screen switched over to 3D imaging, I saw my sweet baby’s face. He looked so much like my other babies: just like Bode with that sweet nose and those full lips. But as quickly as I saw this new baby, my eyes moved to the angel lying to the right of his face, holding him, arms around his neck. Almost as if to say, “It’s okay. I’m here. It’s going to be okay. I love you.” I hold onto this picture as a clear sign that my son knows his sister. That my baby girl Emmy is still with us. And now that our sweet baby boy is here earth side, he now holds her.
She said, in part:
But as quickly as I saw this new baby, my eyes moved to the angel lying to the right of his face, holding him, arms around his neck. Almost as if to say, “It’s okay. I’m here. It’s going to be okay. I love you.”
Despite the tragic loss of their daughter, it seems the family is finding what happiness they can with the bouncing baby boy.