“I remember sitting in the nursery almost every night, rocking in the glider and smiling. I have experienced multiple physical miscarriages, but they did not hurt me as much as this news did.”
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“I remember sitting in the nursery almost every night, rocking in the glider and smiling. I have experienced multiple physical miscarriages, but they did not hurt me as much as this news did.”
“The meals stopped. The last sympathy card was sent. People stopped asking about our challenges. As the world moved on without me, my circumstances remained the same. But every year, you remember us.”
“This is the same doctor who I looked up at in between deep howls as we kissed our son goodbye two years ago. The same doctor who attended our son’s funeral. The same doctor who called and reached out countless times after our son’s passing, just to check on us. This time, these were tears of joy.”
“I shot him a text: ‘Brace yourself. I have news.’ Would he be mad? Excited? Scared? He called immediately.”
“One of the worst parts of all this is how gravely mistaken society is on what death and grief are actually like. As horrific as it is to simply imagine the loss of a child, it still doesn’t even graze the surface of what this pain is truly like.”
“I struggled with the idea I scheduled his surgery in the middle of baseball season, and he may never be able to play baseball again. I felt like I was taking the joy from my son.”
“The women I saw in the clinic needed more. They needed someone to help them navigate their journey, a listening ear. You never think something like this could happen to you, until it does.”
“One day I went to grab the mail, only to find a surprise letter that took me off my guard. I immediately scanned the letter with my phone app and emailed it to his primary care pediatrician. ‘Am I reading what I think I am?’ Literally in shock, after over 1826 days, I was holding a letter that confirmed Joshua, our boy.”
“My husband looked shell-shocked with a one-year-old baby in each arm. ‘How are we going to do this? We already have two babies.’ I was feeling nauseous and extremely hungry. I also couldn’t stop sleeping.”
“It was hard being in the dark, but it was even harder thinking over and over again we weren’t good enough to be chosen. Grief and anxiety cause irrational fears and feelings of unworthiness, which was exactly what I was tackling. My poor husband felt powerless to help.”