A year and a half ago, I experienced a traumatic birth. It was something I wouldn’t wish upon anybody. My life was in danger, and my son almost lost his.
Women need to be equipped to help those suffering miscarriage. Prior to experiencing this loss, I had believed many lies regarding it. And as I speak with women around me I see evidence that I’m not the only one.
Oh my goodness, were those 14 days unbelievably tough. It’s very true that no one can ever prepare you for what it’s actually going to be like, and until you experience it on your own, you have no way of understanding.
“Rude. Not answering.”
The Breast Is Best Enthusiast
This was your heartbeat — it was ticking faster than a bats wing.
When you’re in a healthy, loving relationship with the man of your dreams and you get pregnant accidentally, you still have reproductive rights. I chose to exercise mine.
Unfortunately, many new moms don’t know the signs of postpartum depression and, once detected, are too afraid or embarrassed to seek help.
We fought as hard as we loved. But love we did. It took five-years for us to figure out it wasn’t working anymore. Neither of us have any interest in converting, and this here was the biggest issue in our relationship. Religion.
Let me make this very, very clear: this was the worst fucking day of my life. It was absolutely wrenching, devastating, and horrid. My husband and I sobbed after we received the news. We wanted those babies more than anything.