“All I ever wanted to be was a mom. When we were finished with our family, I wanted to find a way to help someone who was struggling with fertility.”
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“All I ever wanted to be was a mom. When we were finished with our family, I wanted to find a way to help someone who was struggling with fertility.”
“Even now I can feel my heart ache as I remember each of my 5 miscarriages, angels I will never get to hold. You just learn to dance in the rain while waiting on that rainbow!”
“I told my husband something was wrong. I finally laid down, only to be woken by my doorbell minutes later.”
“I was 20, homeless, and spiraling out of control. I never imagined myself as ‘that girl’ who got pregnant. I’d known the father for a month and had no clear future ahead of me. ‘I’m so sorry I could not be ready for you,’ I kept telling my son. 48 hours. That is how long he was ours. I wanted this stranger in my stomach to have a chance at life.”
“I kiss her and say, ‘I love you.’ She is quiet. I stay close and wait. Nothing. I am afraid to move. Afraid I won’t hear her say her words to me.”
“I found myself sobbing on the bathroom floor. Everyone around me seemed to sneeze on command, get pregnant, and deliver a baby. But why couldn’t we?”
“My grief is not gone. My grief did not end when the first 365 days came and went. My grief is still raw. It is still painful. And it is still very present.”
“Please don’t forget to show up when you can, reach out when you have a minute, and sit quietly with us in our grief, even if it’s now different.”
“She tells all her friends that I built it for her and that ‘I can do anything.’ That’s the best part.”
“On that day, in that church, there was no black or white, there was just love, and man…. there was SO much of it.”
“To the parents involved, they mean so much more than just the art. They represent their journey through parenthood, sweet baby memories, and fleeting moments. A precious part of their lives that only they know.”