“I had an abortion on June 10th, 2021. This is not a story I ever intended to share, but given the circumstances in Texas, I feel it’s important. Today, as I continue grieving over my unborn son, I also grieve for the helpless women who won’t get the opportunity I had.”
‘I was patient zero. All we wanted was our baby boy, but we knew we couldn’t be selfish.’: Woman with severe blood clot cyst shares abortion story in response to ‘horrifying’ Texas abortion ban
‘I refused to go to church on Mother’s Day because I couldn’t bear it.’: Woman opens up about infertility struggles, ‘It is not a big, bad secret’
“I learned quickly how much society attributes a woman’s self-worth to her childbearing abilities.”
‘Will this be your first baby?’ the cashier asks me and smiles. I’m unsure how to respond. I gather my bags and turn to leave.’: Mom struggles to share hard truth about pregnancy journey, ‘Everyone has a past and a story’
“I don’t open up easily, and I definitely don’t spill my guts to a stranger in the checkout. The truth is, this is not our first baby.”
‘I heard him say to his sister Ellie, ‘I’m going to save these for you. We can all have chocolate for my birthday!’ I swelled with pride.’: Mom explains why teaching kids to share is a ‘priority’
“Today my son woke up to birthday presents. Right away, he gave out his chocolate to his siblings and his mommy and daddy. Next, he gave his sisters a balloon for their bedroom. We have never FORCED them to share. We’ve just always modeled it.”
‘I noticed an elderly man standing behind a bridge. ‘Excuse me sir, are you OK?’ He turned and looked at me. ‘I’m OK love. I’m just admiring the view.’: Woman says elderly are ‘most at risk and most hopeful’
“‘Oh no,’ I thought. Was he panicking? Was he all alone and afraid? He turned around and said, ‘Lovely day, isn’t it?’ He tipped his hat, gave me a smile, and walked off in the direction of home. In all of this, they are the most calm. The most brave. The most hopeful. They aren’t stock piling pasta or toilet rolls, they are looking out for themselves and others.”
‘Your HUSBAND cleans?! Isn’t that your job?’ My jaw dropped. I could feel my blood boiling. Then, he proceeded to ask questions.’
“I invited my friend and her boyfriend over for a fun wine and painting night. ‘Where’s your son? Is your son asleep?’ he asked. I told him no, he was gone and under my husband’s supervision for the night. ‘WHAT? HE is gonna watch the baby? Why aren’t YOU watching him?’ I was LIVID.”
‘What the heck is going on? Have we been robbed?!’ I walk through an ocean of toys and books. My husband and baby are hidden among thrown sofa cushions. Sheer panic sets in.’
“‘She’s fallen asleep. Should I carry her to bed?’ Lunchtime. My phone pings again. ‘She’s woken up. What should I give her for lunch?’ I tell him she likes the pre-made pouches of baby food in the cupboard. Another text. ‘I can’t find the pouches.’ I can’t wait for Daddy to realize that staying at home isn’t all about box sets and playtime.”
‘I’m the lady with the dead baby. It’s okay, I’m allowed to be so blunt because it’s my truth.’
“One day my baby was living and the next day she died. That is what happened. It doesn’t offend me if you acknowledge this. It offends me when you don’t.”
