“When you come across friends who begin to understand, you realize this might be a battle you face every day, but it’s one you won’t have to face alone.”

“When you come across friends who begin to understand, you realize this might be a battle you face every day, but it’s one you won’t have to face alone.”
“I’ve pulled live frogs from my son’s pants. They’ve peed in their dresser drawers. Their tiny lives are brimming with trauma and neglect. I’ve lost friends and family. I’ve missed major portions of their lives. They will always belong to another mama, too.”
“She’s exhausted. She’s dealing with postpartum PTSD. She’s not sleeping. She doesn’t have the extra hours to pump. Give her a shoulder to lean on.”
“11 miscarriages, a failed surrogacy, and a failed adoption later, a family member on my husband’s side begged us not to give up. ‘Try ONE more time.’ If it was meant to be, it would be. ‘These are actually our babies?!’ TEARS upon tears of joy came upon me as I held them.”
“I had to navigate the chaos alone. When I finally got to see my fiancé, he was hurt and confused. I was 75 pounds.”
“Countless nights I prayed. Countless nights I spoke to the air hoping someone was listening, and I would wake up and not be me. I wanted so badly to fit the mold.”
“After we lost Hannah, he began spiraling. One night, he came home extremely late and he was crying. His drinking increased. I tried to reach out to him but his personality was split in two.”
“I was sweating profusely and vomited in a bush from the pain. I was too young to get sick! I’d always been told your 20’s are the best years of your life but I was just watching them go by from my bed.”
“I woke up to the sound of him sharting in his crib.”
“With tears in her eyes, their aunt told us through a translator that their mother had died. She couldn’t afford to feed them. My husband and I never talked about older child adoption. We had never talked about adopting 3. But my heart just knew, these were our kids.”