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Dearest daughter, I never knew how soon how a mother heart could start beating. Then, little one, I heard your mother heart beating inside that tiny body and in its cadence I heard the truth about mother hearts everywhere. I love to watch the lub-dub of your mother heart as you play with your baby…
Continue reading ➞ I Want My Daughter To Know That Mothers Are Not Made–They Just Are
I have always wanted to be bilingual. In high school, I studied French and while my grades were excellent, my teenage ambition did not extend beyond my workbook pages. C'est la vie. Now, almost three years after my first miscarriage, I find myself fluent in a language that does not easily translate. It is not…
Continue reading ➞ The Language of PAIL (Pregnancy And Infant Loss)
It is our second Christmas without Dorothy. The second year in a row where I find myself alternating between belting out Christmas songs with an almost-convincing bravado and staring at the twinkle lights as they blur through my tear-filled eyes. A subsequent year of loneliness and "what-ifs" and pretending to the be the last 5…