It’s one of those nights where I feel the weight of reality on my shoulders.
Feeling more pessimistic about our chances to have another living child.
I so want to hold onto hope for another child.
We have too many angels.
It’s beginning to feel too hard sometimes to talk about personal early losses. Like all I’m known for is being the loss mom.
Yes we have one living, incredible, miracle rainbow child. And I’ll forever be grateful.
I just want another rainbow after the storm of loss. I don’t feel like that is too much to ask for.
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