The end of June every year marks two very difficult anniversaries for me. On June 26th, 1986, I was rushed into surgery to remove a tiny baby from my right fallopian tube. This, after already miscarrying a baby from my womb. I woke up in the hospital with the knowledge that I had conceived twins…and I would be leaving the hospital with neither in my arms. (Read entire post.)ALSO....
A message for grieving mothers from blogger Elena LaVictoire.
The loss of my child changed me permanently. It made me stronger and gave me a different perspective on everything. Nothing like finding the answer to "what's the worst that could happen?" to make everything else seem not so bad. I found a new appreciation for the other people in my life and life's little tragedies just didn't seem as tragic. In many ways, living through a stillbirth made me wiser. (Read entire article.)Share
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