Story 8:
I’m the youngest of 5 kids. I knew my mom had a miscarriage before my oldest sister, but she never spoke of it. She is an extremely private person, she never talks about anything that has ever hurt her in the past, it’s just not how she was raised.
But after I lost my baby, she talked to me. She talked to me so much. I needed it more than anything. She said it took until that moment, 47 years later, for her miscarriage to make sense. It was so I had someone to go to.
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Story 10:
I gave birth prematurely, my baby was in the NICU, and I had to stay in the hospital. My husband kept telling me how perfect our baby is.
2 weeks later, I asked the nurse if I could finally see my child. She turned pale and said, “Don’t you know that your baby didn’t make it? Your husband never saw her, because your daughter di:ed just moments after she was born.” I froze.
My entire world turned upside down.
When I asked my husband, he broke down in tears. He told me he had li:ed to protect me. I was already vulnerable, and he knew how much this child meant to me. He was terrified I wouldn’t survive if I knew the truth.
I was truly devastated. And maybe… maybe he did the right thing after all. The thought of seeing my newborn was what gave me the strength to stay alive and make it through those days in the hospital. I had named her Eva.
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Story 11:
My only good parent was my mom. I say it like that because I’ve had two stepdads. She was a great mother even though we had nothing. Rent was hard to make, and sometimes we’d go without water and electricity.
I never knew there was anything wrong with this; my mom never put any thoughts of worry or panic into my head and made me feel that everything was alright. I grew up with amazing memories and a happy childhood, although I went without most of the time because my mother never looked at life negatively.
