“Life has changed. The depth of loss I face daily. But everyday I am faced with a choice. Will I choose to survive today or will I choose to thrive? No matter the lemons or curveballs, the choice is mine.”
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“Life has changed. The depth of loss I face daily. But everyday I am faced with a choice. Will I choose to survive today or will I choose to thrive? No matter the lemons or curveballs, the choice is mine.”
“It was time. The doctor showed us one baby, and then another, and then he got very silent. ‘Is it not only two babies?,’ he asked. The answer came: ‘No, we are looking at THREE babies here.’ Glenn pulled over. ‘Are you sure?,’ he asked me. Of course, none of us were sure.”
“All of a sudden, my first interview candidate walks in and asked for me. She heard me talking and started laughing. She said, ‘Yeah, you would NEVER SEE ME ON THE FLOOR doing that!”
“My bosses were ecstatic and couldn’t wait for my baby to arrive. They even gifted me a car seat. ‘Hey, by the way, I have a hands-free device I’ll need to bring to work. I’m choosing to breastfeed.’ My desk was in a private room away from patients. I wasn’t asking for permission. I was just giving a heads up. 10 minutes later, I got a message. ‘I have an issue with you pumping at work.’ I was heartbroken and confused.”
“He told me how he is an ‘ex-gay.’ After he placed the ‘electrodes’ on my body, he turned on the projector. He showed me ‘homoerotica’ images, and if I became ‘excited,’ it would send a shock throughout my entire body. He did it repeatedly until I passed out. He told me he ‘didn’t need permission from parents.'”
“Hubby: ‘I sent these pictures to work to show them the baby. They’re good, right?’ Me: ‘OH MY GOD! I am NOT covered up down there!'”
“I want them to be KIDS and not someone I am trying to keep entertained. I want them to spend their summers the way their dad and I did. I want them to learn how to play Red Rover, Capture the flag, and Marco Polo. I want them to have tire swings, chalk, climbing trees, and mud pies. I want their finger nails to be dark brown from playing in the dirt.”
“What would our daughter have to do to be meaningful? Would she have to talk? Would she have to be able to solve math problems or perform in the school play? Graduating? Getting a job? Getting married? At what point would the doctor say, ‘Ok, you are meaningful now.”
“When I saw the credit card charges to a hotel in a town 1,000 miles from where he was supposed to be, that was when I felt the knife in my gut – but somehow I still thought, maybe it was a mistake. Did someone open a card under his name?”
“I knew I had to see this pregnancy through. The father was furious with me. I had always hoped he would eventually come around. I had not only lost my friend forever, but my baby had lost her father. I didn’t have much time to grieve.”