I’ve spent nearly every day of the past five years either pregnant or trying to get pregnant, and I don’t even particularly like babies. Blasphemous, I know. But I do love toddlers and children and the hope inherent in the whole process of parenting.
My road to bringing home children — and all of the hope that they embody — has been littered with grief. I have survived a miscarriage and the stillbirth of my second daughter. On many days, only the light that is my first daughter could pierce the shroud that I lived beneath.
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