Yesterday, someone I know asked for advice. Her friend, 4.5 months pregnant, was told that her son would likely not survive,
I knew my pregnancy was high risk and there were complications at 20 weeks. I was transferred to two fetal specialists,
I hadn’t experienced death until losing Elijah. Yes, I’ve known friends and family who’ve passed away; I’ve been to funerals
Mondays are always the hardest for me. Especially after a weekend of having my little man be so good and me being genuinely
I have a bit of insight for you. And it’s probably the best advice I could give anyone reading. SAY SOMETHING. Super simple.
How does one come to terms with the thought ‘Did my child suffer?’ How am I meant to live a quiet, present life when this
Dear OB: You looked me in the eye and told me my son was sick and his heart had many defects. You talked about his chances of