We had a different appreciation for what lied ahead and so we tried, even though we were still heartbroken, to enjoy all the little moments.
I was finally feeling what Sophie was feeling. I could understand the level of emotion that was running through her body as I too was now experiencing it.
I feel guilty for not crying. I feel guilty for crying.
The week leading up to October 7th will always be a hard one for me. October 7th will always be a bitter sweet day our family, but it’s Emerson and Harper’s birthday.
Here we are: Two girls who wanted a baby who did all we could, but it wasn’t quite enough for our perfectly imperfect little girl.
I always thought weekend mornings were going to be so full of life and noise. This silence is not what I expected.
Growing up I was always sure of two things from a young age. One that I was gay, and two that I wanted to be a mum more than anything.
My eyes were opened to the struggle that a fertility cycle could involve. I no longer naïvely thought it would only take one attempt to bring home a baby. And I now knew the devastating truth that a healthy pregnancy did not always end with a baby to keep.