Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.

Emily Richey is a graduate of Pace University NYC. She has written and edited for multiple online platforms, including Love What Matters. She spends her free time petting stray cats.
“It was simple. I had no hesitations compromising a few months of my life if it meant preventing someone else from heartache.”
“When he came to us, his rap sheet was already long. His mother drank while pregnant and moved without him. We didn’t know how to help this broken little boy.”
“I ate, slept, and breathed getting pregnant. I tried every old wives’ tale and even drank a tonic from our local mystic store owner. I became consumed.”
“Because of the unique way you came into the world, you’ll be a very special person. You’ll be the exact baby we are supposed to have.”
“There was hair on my pillow, the fridge, the shower. Every time I caught my reflection, I could see more of my scalp. I avoided shiny surfaces so I didn’t have to see myself.”
“This wasn’t right. I was supposed to be blissfully loading my baby into the car, excited to get him home. Instead, my 5-pound baby, was to have eye surgery at 1 week old.”
“They pulled her out, and I was unfazed. ‘Do you want to hold her?’ I said no, shocked at my own response. I was so overwhelmed I just couldn’t bear the thought.”
“I kept these thoughts and feelings tucked away like my shameful little secret while I put on a brave face. Clearly, they must have forgotten to install my mother’s instinct.”
‘My diagnosis flipped my world upside-down. None of my friends could relate to what I was going through. I felt stuck in my body.”
“My doctor came in, very somber. ’We’re concerned she has a growth issue.’ When she was welcomed into the world and laid on my chest, everything clicked and I knew.”