“I write this for the mom about to go through this. I write this for her, so she might be able to mentally prepare for the oddity of wanting congratulations in such a sad time. I write this to prepare her for the desire to celebrate her child’s life, while she’s mourning that very life.”
I Gave Birth, But I Didn’t Come Home With A Baby
‘Before my dad committed suicide, he called. ‘Shut up’ spewed from my mouth. The last words I ever said to him.’: Daughter overcomes drug addiction, chooses to ‘make Dad proud, not follow in his footsteps’
“I was so angry and upset for so long at the fact he chose drugs, and willingly chose to take his own life and leave me. I now understand though. I’ve now felt that pain.”
‘I have no idea how many weeks I am. I never had my period.’: Woman suffers two consecutive miscarriages, urges others to ‘stop asking couples when they’re going to have kids’
“My friend said, ‘I have this weird feeling you’re pregnant.’ I laughed. ‘No way, I have not even gotten my period yet.’ Sure enough, those two lines showed up. WHAT? I immediately called my husband. ‘Are you kidding me?’ After an hour, a nurse told me, ‘You picked the wrong day to come here. Monday’s are busy.’ My husband, getting frustrated, looked at me and said, ‘I’m going to get the truck. We’re not staying here.’”
‘There’s no sperm in your semen.’ What was I supposed to tell my wife? This was the one thing she wanted in life.
“Sperm. Freaking. Extraction. Had to get naked and lay on a table. The doctor ‘numbs’ your nether regions with a shot (which HURT A WHOLE FREAKING LOT) and tells you, ‘That’s it, that’s the worst part.’ So now you can kick back and relax. LIES. ALL LIES.”
‘SEX after kids. I can count on 2 hands the number of times we had sex the first year after the triplets were born. Okay, probably just 1 hand.’
“And then there was the first time we had sex since my delivery. O M G.”
‘Some kids at school want to cry sometimes.’ I felt a tug deep in my chest. I started to see where this was going.’: Mom shares heartfelt moment with daughter starting Pre-K
“‘Shall we put these up on the fridge when we get home?,” I asked. You paused, reluctant to answer me. ‘No, I don’t want to.’ You said quietly, your usually steady voice shaking a little.”
‘She is smiling while digging in her heels. I try. My brother tries. Dad does not try. He is tired. He is waiting. He has run out of words.’
“Mom would look down the table at them and you could almost feel the sadness as she went back to eating her breakfast. She knows what laughter is. She also knows she no longer understands what brings that wonderful sound to others.”
‘Thursday started off like any other day. But by bedtime, I was a mom of 3 little tired souls.’
“I was single and 27 when the tug of foster care came.”
I Don’t Want To Get Over My Grief, And I Shouldn’t Have To
“When he died, I as so angry about his death and so frustrated with some people that I actually envisioned myself at his funeral turning them away if they showed up.”
‘At first, I received lots of criticism for my new lifestyle. I sit at 150 pounds from 236. I knew that Intermittent fasting had been the right choice for me.’
“I was bullied from the first day of middle school to the last. I skipped so many days they threatened to hold me back. I eventually met with a counselor to avoid the hallways and stay ‘undetected’ by the tormentors.”