Dear Baby, Your name is Oliver David Booker and you were born far too soon. I want you to know how we longed for you and waited for you and
For three pregnancies in a row I’ve dealt with some serious heart-stuff in relation to being a mom. Each time I’ve immediately written about it and let it “all hang
July 5, 2014: The following is an account of my second miscarriage, which began in Italy and was completed in America. It happened after what was perhaps the most dreamy week
“I’ll meet her before you do, you know.” My grandma is in her late eighties and I noticed during my last visit that she is slowing down in a
Today’s post is a little bit heart-breaking. It’s written by a friend of mine who wishes to remain anonymous. She and her husband have struggled with infertility for too long.
October 15 is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day I knew it was approaching. But all of a sudden it was one week away, and the realization sent a whole
Losing a baby to miscarriage is the most heart-breaking thing that has ever happened to me – my darkest hour followed by my most desperate days. It’s opened me up
I cried when he brought lunch to me in our home office and told me our fish had died. It wasn’t that I was particularly fond of that stupid fish.
Dear pregnant woman on the playground, I’m sorry if you noticed me staring at you today. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable or insecure. And I sure hope you didn’t