Six years ago, on a November day not so different from today, I sat shivering on a park bench in Minneapolis waiting to have a miscarriage.
Continue reading “A Different November: The Story of My First Miscarriage”
Continue reading “A Different November: The Story of My First Miscarriage”
Written by Tabitha Cummings
I fell in love, deeply. My life was finally evolving into the fairy tale I had envisioned since my youth. We had a plan: We would marry at my family home, surrounded by our friends and family, then we would honeymoon in Europe, ultimately taking in the sites and making a baby.
I played with dolls. Then I graduated to my baby sister. I changed her diapers. I braided her hair.
I babysat EVERY kid of EVERYONE my parents knew. And I loved them all.
I became a teacher.
I collected cool names I might one day want to give my kids.
I kept up with the latest titles in children’s literature.
I kept my old stretched out Fat Girl clothes, so I could save money when I got pregnant. Continue reading “Living Beyond Infertility (Guest Post by My Sister)”
I played with dolls. Then I graduated to my baby sister. I changed her diapers. I braided her hair.
I babysat EVERY kid of EVERYONE my parents knew. And I loved them all.
I became a teacher.
I collected cool names I might one day want to give my kids.
I kept up with the latest titles in children’s literature.
I kept my old stretched out Fat Girl clothes, so I could save money when I got pregnant. Continue reading “Living Beyond Infertility (Guest Post by My Sister)”
I have been a responsible person all my life. I have always made sure to take my vitamins and drink enough water. I work out and I pay bills on time and I get my oil changed on the recommended schedule. My house plants are watered, my dishes are clean, and all my emails are relegated to pertinent folders.
Continue reading “Hope In Moderation: My Experience with Fertility Doctors (Guest Post)”
I have been a responsible person all my life. I have always made sure to take my vitamins and drink enough water. I work out and I pay bills on time and I get my oil changed on the recommended schedule. My house plants are watered, my dishes are clean, and all my emails are relegated to pertinent folders.
Continue reading “Hope In Moderation: My Experience with Fertility Doctors (Guest Post)”
Dear Big Sister,
You went to your ultrasound appointment hoping you would see a tiny heart beating and instead they told you that the pregnancy that we were all so excited about isn’t viable. And it hasn’t been viable for a long time. Continue reading “An Open Letter to My Sister About Miscarriage”
Dear Big Sister,
You went to your ultrasound appointment hoping you would see a tiny heart beating and instead they told you that the pregnancy that we were all so excited about isn’t viable. And it hasn’t been viable for a long time. Continue reading “An Open Letter to My Sister Who Just Had A Miscarriage”
I have been trying to think of how to explain what I feel, how empty I am. It took a long while and then one day, lying awake, it came to me.
I want you to imagine how much time you spend each day thinking about your child. I want all parents to consider how many times throughout the day they are focused completely on their children. I want you all to think about how much you love them. I want you to imagine how much space they occupy in your mind and in your heart. Continue reading “Thoughts on a Miscarriage (A Guest Post Written by My Sister)”
–This is a Guest Post Written by My Sister–
I have been trying to think of how to explain what I feel, how empty I am. It took a long while and then one day, lying awake, it came to me.
I want you to imagine how much time you spend each day thinking about your child. I want all parents to consider how many times throughout the day they are focused completely on their children. I want you all to think about how much you love them. I want you to imagine how much space they occupy in your mind and in your heart. Continue reading “Thoughts on a Miscarriage”