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
“How are you?” People ask me this question, hesitating, unsure if maybe they should just avoid the topic. Unsure if they want
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.
I get it. I really do. Working in healthcare has given me a brand new insight into what it’s like to watch people you care