Sandy Jorgenson

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Griping about adulting is a fun thing that we like to do, I know.

Anybody who has lived through those early days of parenthood (and let’s be totally forthright, here… those seasoned parents, too) knows e

The tumult that’s been rippling through our country has me begging the question: what do we do when we feel the defeat of a woman and the rise of a monster bearing down on us?

The night I discovered that tumor on her back was essentially just like any other.

But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.

Two years ago, I had a two-year-old daughter who’d never met her grandfather.

This article is the second in a two-part series.

Whether this is news to you, seemingly irrelevant to you, or deeply personal to your experience, this truth remains that statistically speaking, one in every four pregnancies will end in miscarriage. Some of you are vaguely familiar with this, many of you have suffered this loss yourselves, and the likelihood is high that almost all of you know someone who’s lost a child in utero, whether or not they’ve ever spoken publicl about it.

Death, we know because it’s drilled into us from an early age, is a natural part of life.