“I see you running your child to therapy when friends take their kids to Little League. I see you slipping out the of conversation when your friends are all chiming in about milestones and test grades.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“I see you running your child to therapy when friends take their kids to Little League. I see you slipping out the of conversation when your friends are all chiming in about milestones and test grades.”
“Love your tired, hardworking, exhausted, wife.”
“This is very uncommon for your age. We normally don’t see anything like this in people under the age of 50. You need to have all the kids you want before we remove it. We will leave it in until you can’t handle the pain from it anymore.”
“Mothers, if we don’t have each other’s backs like this, then how can it be a smooth experience for all? This is a village and it only works if we all do our part.”
“The pain came back with a vengeance. We watched our beautiful, vibrant, sassy daughter waste away. Then his girlfriend’s mother got an urgent phone call. ‘Can you please tell Wade?’ I held that 6-foot, 175-pound boy. I rocked him as he asked if he would lose her. He says they are his strength, and the girls say he is theirs.”
“I feel as if I failed him as a parent, I didn’t protect him from this environment. But the scariest part was the fear in his eyes.”
“I sat, alone, doing an ultrasound which looked like nothing. I’d lost all of my amniotic fluid, but my baby was still alive. The doctor told me she had a 1% chance of survival and to not keep any hope. ‘After delivery, what do you want to do with her? Here’s the arrangement options.’ In my mind, I was still holding onto that 1%. It took 2 hours to fully deliver her. It was quiet, sorrowful. I leaned up at one point and could see her legs, lifeless.”
“I wasn’t there to get back together with him. I refused, only to feel him latch on to me. I started screaming at the top of my lungs for help and out of fear for my life.”
“Our dreams of becoming parents were gone instantly.”
“I kept thinking to myself, ‘Is my child alive? Why can’t someone just tell me what’s going on?’”