“The doctor laid him on my chest and instant panic came over my face. He was a shade of blue. I had done this five times before. I knew what a newborn should look like. He began to throw up and for a newborn, it was a lot! Why was this happening?”

“The doctor laid him on my chest and instant panic came over my face. He was a shade of blue. I had done this five times before. I knew what a newborn should look like. He began to throw up and for a newborn, it was a lot! Why was this happening?”
“I am watching my teacher friends talk about making wills. These are not the conversations we normally have in July. We are not healthcare workers or first responders. And for the love of God, do not give them fever reducers so you can send them to school.”
“She was a wreck, but the nurse came in with the news it was time for us to pack up and go. I urged the doctor to keep us there. ‘Insurance won’t pay.’ I can still feel the wind from doctors running past me, responding to the ‘code black.’ It haunts me.”
“My first stroke was at 11 weeks old. By the time I was 4, I had three open-heart surgeries. Once, I made a list of things I have tried over the years for my pain. It was three pages long. You name it, I’ve probably had it.”
“They would take him home and raise him in all the ways I couldn’t. It all seemed to happen really quickly. This is when regret and doubt in my decision came crashing down on me. He is mine. He was mine for 40 hours.”
“I needed to taste my mama’s pancakes. I just needed to feel my ‘home,’ and not through the blue light of a screen. I didn’t realize what a release it would be to just pull up in a familiar driveway, knock on a door, and have it open wide.”
“The doctor saw a spot on our baby’s brain that didn’t look quite right. Her brain had not completely divided into two complete hemispheres. We went from planning on welcoming a little girl into our family to planning a funeral.”
“When I was seven months pregnant, Justin’s health rapidly declined. ‘I don’t know how much strength I have left.’ I think he knew it was time. I wish he wrote letters to the boys, but we never lived a day thinking he would die. I think that was the best way to live.”
“Our road came to a halt soon after. 1 in 30,000 is what we were told. We became extremely concerned. We begged the doctors for answers and we felt defeated.”
“Nine months later, and just one week after moving clear across the country, I found myself in an Uber heading to the local emergency room. The kid was a giant. I still have PTSD.”