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When You Come Undone and Can’t Pull Yourself Together

by in:Encouragement


I have been pregnant three times. I have given birth twice. Fragmented memories remain of the day I lost my first baby -- the child whose heart thumped in my womb for only eight short weeks. I remember the horror I felt when I discovered the first scarlet spots alerting me that my baby was gone. I remember the weight of my husband’s hand resting heavy on my shoulder when my doctor confirmed our fears and tried to comfort us with statistics. I remember the coldness that swept through my chest when the nurse who assisted with the examination gave me a stern warning as I shakily made my way ...

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