“He painted her room at her whim. He hung trophy shelves and pretended to be a monster during her sleepovers. He danced to ‘Hannah Montana.’ And then, he was just gone. She started to grow up. She didn’t go fishing anymore. The posters came down. She retired from gymnastics. She changed.”
“She was laid on my chest immediately. I couldn’t even say anything at first because her hair was shocking for me to look at! My other two girls were born with dark brown hair. This little girl? I mean it was glowing!”
“My 4 children came down with a regular, common cold. They all took the same medications, had the same symptoms. While 3 of my children continued to improve, my youngest daughter became extremely worse.”
“I started to snap photos to compare all of them. My neighbors’ names are Bob and Bill. They were so excited.”
“I went back to work the next day taking orders at a drive-in while someone was complaining about their kids. I explained to them I had just miscarried, and I WOULD gladly take their place.”
“So, when you’re asked, ‘what did you do all day?’ ‘Save the world,’ is an acceptable answer.”
“In her 34 years of work, she had never seen a brain bleed so severe, didn’t know what kind of quality of life she would have, and said she would be in a vegetable state. She had a terrible bedside manner, and came off as harsh and unfeeling to me.”
“‘Oh honey,’ the doctor replied, ‘You’re just being hormonal. Every woman goes through a part of her labor where she doesn’t think she can do it.’ I was shocked. I wanted some damn answers.”
“I drove high with my kids in the car. He packed up, took the kids and left. I was devastated. My marriage was over, and I wasn’t expecting to get my husband back, but I desperately wanted a relationship with my children. The only thing that stopped me from committing suicide was because it was my daughter’s 5th birthday the next week. I didn’t want my death hanging over that date.”
“As I left, I couldn’t help but pray and hope he would have a perfect day. Until I got a phone call.”
