In an instant I lose them both Our sweet, wild boy is gone, And so is the life in her eyes Darkness moves in and she turns to gray, shaking stone I fall to my knees and I hold her hand
We dreamed and we talked and we wondered out loud who you would be, but I knew in my heart that if you were anything like your mom, you would be an amazing human being.
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.