“What I would give just cradle your petite, warm body one more time.”
- Love What Matters
- Trauma & Healing
- Miscarriage/Still Birth
“What I would give just cradle your petite, warm body one more time.”
“I dropped to my knees, tears pouring down my cheeks. I couldn’t breathe. When my husband came through the door, I ran to him with pure excitement. This was it. We were finally going to be parents and I was on cloud 9!”
“I looked up at Dylan and we both started sobbing, all while the remaining pieces of my pregnancy left my body.”
“’What if no one accepts our babies?’ Mark looked me right in the eye and said, ‘WE will accept our babies! We will love them just like we would any other baby, and Lyndi will love them both just as much. This is our little family. They will be perfect!’”
“I had visions of three beautiful girls dancing throughout my house. Two big sisters meeting their little sister in the hospital. Everything I ever hoped and dreamed for crashed to the ground.”
“I fell asleep from the pain and woke up feeling like I had been hit by a bus. I would never, ever wish this upon anyone.”
“The positive can seem so far away, but we are all worth being ‘Mommy’ one day.”
“They were calling me a murderer, even when it meant ignoring all the medical professionals and simply allowing myself to die along with Finley. My soul was on fire. And I was angry. No one owes you their story. But I am giving you mine in the hopes it opens your eyes.”
“I was away on a work trip, and I got a message on Facebook. My heart leaped. The seed was planted.”
“These last few years have been far from simple. They have been filled with so many ups and downs; so much love, happiness, anxiety, and heartache. But they have taught me so much.”