There was nothing else they could do...

He was just too small...

I remember her telling me to hope for the best but prepare for the worst.

Do not bear the burden and loss alone. These babies belong to all of us and we mourn them together.

Everything was going great. Or so I thought.

...as the number of miscarriages grew, the sympathy seemed to vanish,

I struggled to get pregnant for 5 years.

Lately I've wondered if I'm making people uncomfortable...

Incompatible With Life...

Time helps, but there's a sadness that will always remain...

The devastation was expected, but the shame was not.

I felt like I was screaming for help but no one could hear me.

I shut the world out, because it wasn't worth living in...

I was scared, worried, confused but I WANTED that baby.

Why does it have to be a secret?

...I decided I wasn't going to be ashamed...

I feel cheated...

...he couldn't handle my infertility and miscarriages...

We were living our dream...

Infertility literally hung over me like a dark cloud...

I was so mad at my body. I felt like it let me down...

...to everyone else it doesn't matter...

I do not grieve any more...