“Even after months or years of praying and trying, it’s still not your month. You dread family events because you don’t want to face the question, ‘When are you having a baby?’ No matter how many times you request that question not come up. You wonder what you are doing wrong if it’s so easy for everyone else.”
“I started bleeding and my only thought was, ‘I’m losing my baby.’ But there was a heartbeat. And it was a strong one. She wanted to live.”
“The farmer didn’t notice. His daughter had found her body an hour later and put her in our driveway because she knew she was my cat. It was my worst nightmare coming true. I started screaming NOOO and crying hysterically.”
“Why someone would take a selfie during their most vulnerable moment and share it with the world. Was it attention-seeking? Now it makes sense to me.”
“A woman reached out to me. ‘My baby is sick. You might be able to help.’ I know I’d want someone to help me if I was in their shoes.”
“I started having hot flashes. Then I had a thought. A memory. My intuition kicked in. When I was pregnant with my son, I had ongoing sinusitis. Saturday morning, I received a call from my doctor with the news.”
“Not long after, he came out to me. We tried to open every door possible to have our family. ‘Why me? What could I have done differently?’ We were at a crossroads.”
“Parenting Autism is buying screen protectors for televisions, knowing at any given moment, something could be projected at your TV, and saying, ‘No, we don’t throw things at the TV,’ means game over, with shattered cracks and black fuzzy projection in your future.”
“The night before, we had snow. We never have snow that early. It felt like a reminder all things are possible. ‘We have a match!’ Everything was falling into place.”
“I was handed a sheet with a human diagram instructing me to ‘shade the painful areas.’ I shaded the whole body.”
