You were just a blurry orb on the ultrasound screen. Your twin was moving around like crazy but my eyes were fixated in the lower corner of the scan. No movement. No flickering heart beat. I squinted my eyes, maybe
Kid to Parent Ratio 4:2 August 2018 The note written in my phone on this day. I was preparing to take an announcement photo of our exciting baby news just weeks away from the one year anniversary of my first
Modern Mommie is honored to announce that her piece “End and Beginning Are Dreams” has been published in the Spring 2020 edition of Saint Joseph’s University’s literary magazine, The Avenue.
A butterfly dancing at my window as if she is trying to find a way in. Maybe if she could come in and sit on my finger tips, she could elevate me from earthly matters – to where you are.
All I keep thinking is that I want my baby back. I walked out of the hospital that day without my baby and a huge piece of me was left behind as well.
I had already bought you a book to write you letters. One at each of your birthdays. I put the pieces of the crib in our spare bedroom and was planning on using the gorgeous yellow crib sheets I never
I’ve been holding back on posting about this until now. Like many women who go through similar experiences, it’s nearly impossible to get over the feelings of shame, inadequacy, embarrassment and pure grief to feel comfortable opening up. Olympic gymnast