Hannah Macomson

Meet my son, y’all. Van Magnus Macomson. Known in the NICU as Minivan. Born at 28+2 weeks. I couldn’t possibly love anything more. 🤍

In times of stress, our brains may be “stuck” in fear, anxiety, or anger. Doing a nonverbal activity like coloring with a loved one can help you reconnect, get “unstuck”, and make something beautiful. m.sesame.org/4tYk9sp 🖍️💛💚

@Paw_Vibe Edith. Edie for short. 😍

This is the best thing on the internet today. 😂🪨

@CrackerBarrel 😂🤣

You probably don't want us anywhere near a remodel

@FBeePryce @RodLacroix Please tell me this was intentional 😍

@RodLacroix Y'all match your drinks😍

Date night!

Anders Payne Macomson, born 5/17/25 after 4 days of labor at exactly 32 weeks. Anders weighed 4lb 13oz and has needed zero respiratory support. We have no idea why we ended up with another preemie, but clearly my body is only interested in growing tiny miracles. #preemiemom

Merry Christmas from the sweetest little buddy there is. 🤍 Our family is grateful for you and yours.

On the first day of National School Psychology Week we thank school psychologists for all the work they do to help kids spark discovery. For tips and resources for this #SchoolPsychWeek, visit nasponline.org/nspw

School psychologists provide a continuum of services that connect mental health, behavior and learning. It can be hard to describe this role, but this resource can aid you in communicating all the facets of being a school psychologist. #SchoolPsychWeek buff.ly/4fDXkSQ

@joeovies @giglio_OG @giglio_OG “choosing violence” has me cackling. Someone please sign me up for a #trianglesfavoritesportstalk shirt.

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@EliMcCann 😂

POV: I reminded him to grab a shirt just as he was about to head out the door. (I have no permission to share this please don't tell him)

Day 1, year 8! ✅ #schoolpsychologist #calmdowncorner

@TimothyMehring1 I’ll never complain about having to chase him, and I hope he never stops proving me wrong! 🥰

@hannahvanmac The magic continues!!! Congrats on the walking but sorry to let you know that you will be chasing now! Superstar Van!!

I was literally telling people earlier today that Van was going to go to kindergarten not walking. Meanwhile, something clicked while he was at school and he’s been walking around all day. Keep making a liar out of me, kid. 🤍 . . #FINALLY #miraclebaby #preemiestrong #28weeker

@mark_joubert I believe that grief exists because God created us in His image with a capacity for a love that lasts forever. I’m praying that you find some small comfort in knowing that you’ll one day see Gus again. 🤍

Grief is an odd thing. In some sense, it is an extension of love. It is distinct from sadness because it is tied so distinctly to loss. Like nostalgia, it is concerned with what once was. Yet, with anxiety & hope, it is preoccupied with the future - a future that will never be. Grief is powerful and dangerous. Like a sudden gust of wind it can unsteady you. Like a crashing wave it can knock you off your feet. Like a strong tide it can drag you down. It manifests as a passion easily mistaken for rage. Sometimes, the power of grief is found not in what you feel, but what you don't. This is the power to subdue all feeling; to leave you numb to the very thing you once felt more deeply than anything you'd ever felt before. Once shaken to your core, there is now a barren absence of feeling. Try as you may to rouse yourself, the tears won't come. In vain you try to unshackle yourself from this torpid insensibility. Here is where grief and guilt conspire together. Confused and dazed, you mistake this new lack of feeling for a deeper lack of love - "did I not really love what I lost?" Yet, just when its deadening effect seems final, as though it had successfully snatched all the color out of the world or muted every melody, a random sensation leads to an uninvited memory and all of a sudden you feel a somber smile rise up in your soul... Wait - is it a smile? You can't be so sure. Like a spark, grief returns (though in truth, it never really left you) as something faint and fragile though it glows with vigor and teases violence. Under all the lifeless ash there is a deathless ember. If you're careful, you can rekindle it into a steady fire and rest beside it awhile, enjoying the warm embrace of tender recollections tinged by the sorrow of loss. Unguarded, however, the same subtle spark can quickly break out into a blazing inferno. In an instant, all the progress gained by peace seems lost, as though you're back again to that cold and lonely place where grief first met you. Grief is a puzzling thing. The same thing that inflicts so much pain has now become the guardian of your most precious memories. You'd rather have the company of grief than suffer the alternative: forget. Here we put Tennyson to the test. For me, his maxim proves true. It is better to have loved. Grief, however odd, however dangerous, however puzzling, is welcome here because it is the pallbearer of my most cherished experiences. It bears them to me over and over and I would rather have this than welcome the silent abyss of oblivion. Is grief a companion or am I its willing hostage? Does it matter? In the end, grief will only travel so far. One day grief may give way wholly to gratitude - even now the two are intermingled. If that day never comes, I know for certain that grief will and must surrender to glory. The Apostle Paul guarantees as much when, relaying God's promise to us, he writes that "our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory." Elsewhere he reasons that "the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us." If this suffering appears so great, then how much greater the glory of the beatific vision will be. Until that day, grief will persist, and it is only right that it should. It is a timeless reminder that I have known "the goodness of the Lord in the land of living." If what I lost was not so good, why would I grieve its absence? With that, grief and gratitude continue their elaborate dance.

@EliMcCann WHY WOULDN’T HE BE? 😭

He came home from playing with his best friend all day and he's just staring at me like this.

@JesseHGore Love that shirt! #gotr

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@EliMcCann Same (mostly explaining to MY girl, Folly (the red queen).

Just spent a normal and healthy amount of time explaining to this extremely perfect baby that he will never die and if he does we are going back to Jebuz together because our souls are forever intertwined.

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Shazam but for why my baby is crying