I’m the doting mother of two wonderful children. Maddie and Sam are absolute blessings. As I write this, Sam and Maddie are busy with summer camps, and I’m enjoying actual quiet in my home. That feels rare, although I feel lucky- I often tune out the chaos while sharing a glass of wine with my husband of more than 20 years. And guess what? We still like each other…most of the time.
SCARED AFTER MISCARRIAGE?
This excerpt from To Full Term may sound familiar.
The plastic test stick has two lines. I should be thrilled. I wanted this. I try to imagine holding a tiny baby in my arms. Awestruck. But my thoughts quickly turn to all those other sticks with two lines, all the thwarted promise. My stomach churns, and it’s hard to breathe.
I stare at myself in the mirror above the sink, blonde hair starting to gray, blue eyes tired, fair skin pasty. Am I ready for this? What if I lose another baby? I open the bathroom door. Jon waits, hazel eyes wide, lips parted. His breath sputters, still labored from a ten-mile run. “Okay.” I nod. “Here we go.”