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.
“By the time I was 14, I dreaded my period every month. I couldn’t leave the house in fear I’d leak through my clothes. The pain had me bedridden for days.”
“There were so many unknowns. We were asked multiple times if we wanted to terminate. Everything about having our first baby felt not fair. We just wanted normalcy.”
“I had a divorce battle on my hands and two children to raise. It turned out no one was going to get me out of this mess. It was down to me to sort it out.”
“That birth mother I met at the DHHS office? She and I could have easily traded places. I’d be a fool to believe I was called to love my children, and not their parents.”
“I can’t explain when or how, but I knew this man and his children were special. I hadn’t found them by accident.”
“Although I had a husband and three children to care for, I was lost in darkness. I poured a bottle of lorazepam down my throat. I had eyes only for my mom and seeing her again.”
“It felt like they ripped my baby out of my arms. I was all alone, sobbing, ‘It wasn’t supposed to be like this.’”
“How do you tell your little boy his mom and sister are gone? He closed his eyes and reached for his pain pump. It wrenched my heart as he pushed once, twice, three, four, more times than I know. He wanted that pain to disappear, as did I.”
“My belly was getting bigger by the day. I was terrified. I pleaded with the babies and with my body to hold on a while longer.”
“The doctor scanned me and said, ‘I’m so sorry.’ It was the worst day of my life. I was grieving for one baby while trying to stay strong for the other.”