I have three little boys. Between Noah and Sam I had one confirmed miscarriage and several more suspected. They all ended very early. We weren’t using the fertility drugs yet, and that had never resulted in a living baby for me.
This is our family. Three little boys and our shooting starts that passed so briefly but were so wanted. So loved. Our family isn’t whole. It isn’t complete. Pieces of us are missing. But we hold onto each other. Love each other. And we talk about those who live forever in our hearts.