Our first loss. We didn’t know how many would follow: May 2012, June 2015, July 2017, July 2018.
Summertime is hard for me. Sometimes it all comes crashing down on me. Then I hold on tight to my one beautiful child who got to come and stay.
The pain is still there, but so is love.
This year I will: Create a visual to recognize each pregnancy and loss as valid and important.
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