It's been two years of pregnancy, disaster, heartbreak and joy. After two terminations for medical reasons, a long wait for whole exome sequencing, a rarer than rare genetic diagnosis and a 25 percent chance of another affected pregnancy - we have a healthy baby boy.
Once a life on hold because of genetics, now I struggle with deep grief, PTSD, depression and what it means to be the mother of a miracle and the mother of lost boys all at the same time.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
out of nowhere
Goddamn STUGS. I'm fine one minute and a mess the next. Ugh.
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