“Today we packed up six years of baby items to take to Goodwill.”

- Love What Matters
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“Today we packed up six years of baby items to take to Goodwill.”
“When I left Liberia, my goodbye to her was the hardest. ‘I’ll never forget you.’ Three years later, I got a call. ‘Probable tumor in her eye. Untreatable in West Africa. It’s an emergency.’ We were terrified.”
“We met at a McDonald’s parking lot, her belongings in a trash bag, and had a quick goodbye. I was left dumbfounded. She would yell, ‘I’m going to burn your house down!’ People on the outside had no idea what went on behind closed doors.”
“This was a pool game we played all the time. We knew many family and friends who did the same. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.”
“I had a spot on my shoulder, and MRSA entered my body. I remember the moment Dilaudid entered my IV. It felt like a warm pot of honey. That high was it. I wanted that forever. There was no soul left in me.”
“I didn’t have time to put on clothes. ‘HEEELLPP!! HELP MomMY!’ I rushed my bare ass out of the shower. In what felt like negative 1 million degrees, my frosty ass was jiggling down the hall, picturing all sorts of ludicrous situations.”
“It wasn’t an easy topic to explain to a little girl. I never expected I’d need to prepare an answer so soon. But I want her to grow up so she’ll find out the truth.”
“I wasn’t sure how this was going to work, or if it was going to work at all. I went to school that morning needing to see it for myself. When the bell rang at 3 p.m., my heart lurched.”
“We were exiting the ramp when we noticed a young lady holding a sign on the sidewalk. It was difficult to see the words, but as we pulled up to the red light, I was able to make out ‘Pregnant’ and ‘Hungry.’ We approached her. ‘We’re going to help you.’ Everyone else laughed or ignored her.”
“After 3 and a half years of infertility, we were prepared for a long haul. We knew a placement was not a guarantee. It was a tough decision, and one we grappled with. The due date came and went.”