“No one told me I’d have days where I’d cry for no reason at all. I had no idea I’d have to give myself injections in my abdomen. But I knew I was meant to be a mother.”
“No one told me I’d have days where I’d cry for no reason at all. I had no idea I’d have to give myself injections in my abdomen. But I knew I was meant to be a mother.”
“I felt my right leg falling asleep. A few seconds later, I couldn’t move my leg or arm. I yelled for my husband. ‘Allen!’ My speech was slurred. Something was wrong, but I didn’t know what.”
“I didn’t do it because I love pregnancy: I absolutely HATE pregnancy. I did it out of the love I have for ‘my person.’”
“For years, I couldn’t even manage to nourish myself. 15 years later, I am nourishing my body enough to feed my own baby and many others!”
“How you feed your child is nobody’s business but yours.”
“We heard it all. ‘You’ll have no trouble getting pregnant! There are so many things you can enjoy without kids!’ I was crushed in a way I hadn’t known was possible. I felt like part of me had died.”
“No matter what you are grieving – a relationship, job, diagnosis, death, etc. – you will go through all these stages.”
“We had our boy, we had our girl. We felt complete, but the desire to be pregnant again still lingered.”
“It was simple. I had no hesitations compromising a few months of my life if it meant preventing someone else from heartache.”
“When he came to us, his rap sheet was already long. His mother drank while pregnant and moved without him. We didn’t know how to help this broken little boy.”