child loss

I’d pay twice as much to move the party next door, so I could be alone, in peace, to cry.

The Heartbreaking Reason I Dread My Daughter’s Birthday

When everyone left, and the kids were asleep, I fell into bed exhausted. I stared at the ceiling thinking about why I hate this birthday.

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This 'first' is beautiful... and hard.

My Second Child, The First Playdate

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