“We found out we were having a boy – and were thrilled. Then came the dreaded sentence. ‘I think the doctor is going to want to discuss things on the ultrasound with you.’ And there you have it – the last word in the universe we ever would have guessed we would hear.”
“Suddenly, I desperately needed to see her face again. I scrambled through boxes and boxes of family photos but she wasn’t in any of them.”
“I didn’t have to wait long. At our two-month check up, our worst fears were confirmed.”
“’We don’t want a baby who is too attached.’ So we spend those early years pushing our children towards independence. They don’t need us as much as they think they do. We tell them they are big boys or girls. And we push. And we push.”
“You need to get past this, it’s so sick. Please, please get help. It’s so sick. Lay them to rest and move on. Get therapy but don’t drag your husband and child through this. So so sick. Please stop.”
“When Erica didn’t act a certain way, she ‘punished’ her by showing favoritism to her other grandchildren and leaving Erica and Chris’ kids out.”
“Yesterday he called. He wanted to come home. He even gave me the address where he was staying. I made the most difficult decision; I called the police to let them know where he was.”
“My baby was struggling through contractions and distorting her head trying to get out. I screamed, cried, swore and kicked as I couldn’t understand what was going on.”
“When I woke hours later, my partner and I were met by the serious face of one of the pediatricians. There is no way to explain how I felt at that moment, other than devastated. I was convinced I must have done something during my pregnancy to cause this.”
“Three doctors came in. They told us we needed to sit down and relax. Nothing could ever have prepared us for what they were about to say. I just sat there, blank. He’s just a baby.”
