“At 26 weeks, I went in for a routine ultrasound only to be told I was being admitted. I knew it was coming to be life or death for this baby. My sweet Baby B was at risk.”
“At 26 weeks, I went in for a routine ultrasound only to be told I was being admitted. I knew it was coming to be life or death for this baby. My sweet Baby B was at risk.”
“‘Maybe I’m just a late bloomer.’ The doctor struggled to get the words out. Tears filled my eyes. Everyone I knew was beginning the family, and I longed for a baby of my own.”
“I go to my bedroom and pick up the box. My heart immediately recognizes its weight. My hands know every edge and corner of this container that holds all that’s physically left of the man I thought I’d grow old with.”
“It’s giving zero F–KS, wearing what makes you happy, and being proud of how you look. It’s loving people for exactly who they are and showing everyone kindness without expecting anything in return.”
“The late night calls of a parent, the early morning calls of an emergency, pressing a button on an incubator before you can touch your child, the longing to rock your baby to sleep just one time.”
“People would read his file and get scared away. But I knew he was a good child who had experienced a lot of trauma.”
“If it wasn’t for my mental illness, I might still be in a loveless marriage, stuck working on the same old nursing unit, without any aspirations of becoming a best-selling author one day.”
“I could have fallen into a puddle on the floor, but that’s not what happened. In the midst of tragedy, these words kept pressing on my heart: ‘GOD ISN’T FINISHED.’”
“All my friends getting pregnant, I started to feel the weight of bitterness set in. It was then I reached out to a support group. This is not a community women want to be a part of, but it is one that has each other’s back. It’s a sisterhood.”
“Your partner should be your biggest fan.”