“It was obvious her condition was worsening. I found myself awake, begging God to let me sleep. The next day I had yet another doctor’s appointment. This time I met my sister in the parking lot of the hospital, and we walked nervously in together. Both of us were fighting back tears. The nurse searched to find her heartbeat. My eyes met my sister’s when we thought we heard it, but we didn’t.”
“I always hoped for the day I’d be cured, when I’d no longer be the patient, only the doctor, because for so long I was made to believe the two could not exist at the same time.”
“Any gestational surrogate would say the same. Though we may not say it every day, not a single day goes by that we are not grateful for this tremendous gift.”
“Even though she’s 3 and he’s 90, they still have a lot to talk about!”
“I never understood postpartum depression. Just like I never understood motherhood.”
“Life threw my family a curveball, forcing us to navigate through a dark, grief-stricken road after two of our children died.”
“It comes out in ways that are confusing to others and confusing to us.”
“He fought and fought. On this special day, he got to meet one of his favorite super heroes in the form a window washer. Batman is cool and all, but Noah is truly the superhero in this picture.”
“Now we had to worry about getting our son the help he needed, and protect ourselves from something we never did.”
“I don’t know why I try so hard to maintain this ‘secret.’ Maybe it’s because I stood by as a doctor told her resident, ‘Anytime you see POTS, you know the patient is crazy. It’s made up.’”
