Sandy Jorgenson

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.

I didn’t start out as a particularly easygoing person.

You’d have a hell of a time if you ever dared to crawl through the recesses of a first-time mother’s brain.

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When a bereaved mother is left alone, how deep into the recesses of her mind does she wander? Does she surface for air? Does she want to come out at all?

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

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Everybody who’s a parent can attest to the fact that the lives they once knew are far behind them.

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