“We were texting. I said, ‘Punkin, we’ll talk later.’ My later didn’t go the way I had planned. My momma was on the phone screaming. What am I supposed to do? My daddy. I’ve got to get to my daddy. Where are my brothers? Do they know? We planned every painful step of her memorial. We had to pick out her clothes, jewelry, the box we’d lay her in. I’m done. I’m done hiding.”
“There are lots of tears, more than we can count. Lots of fights. And lots of people tugging at me. And after a day of visiting, entertaining, keeping everyone fed, clothed and bathed, my tank is empty.”
“When we took the childbirth prep class, I scoffed to my husband when the nurse said maternity leave is a necessity, not a luxury, because new moms spend at least 8 hours a day nursing their baby. ‘Yeah right,’ I said.”
“She was 3.5 years old. She couldn’t speak. Not a single word. Not a single sentence. How is this even possible?””
“It’s NORMAL to feel lonely and unfulfilled, tired and frustrated, but you don’t have to put up with it nor stay silent.”
“The doctor pulled us aside. I could tell from the look on her face she didn’t have good news. The heartbeat was strong, yes, but they had detected an ‘abnormality’ on one of the twins’ scans.”
“I am coming up on two years clean.”
“I will not sit in the tidy safety of quiet that propagates grieving mothers’ isolation. I will hang these babies’ chimes. I will speak their names.”
“An act of kindness may seem like a small thing but never underestimate it’s power.”
“I have LIVED this. When I left, everybody was surprised. This is going to sting – not just a little. But a lot. The man you love… Does he call you a b*tch? A whore? That’s not love.”
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