Seven. That was the number that haunted me every month, every hospital visit, every ultrasound that ended in disappointment.
Seven times I had carried life inside me only to have it slip away, leaving a silence that echoed louder than any sound.
Each miscarriage was more than physical pain it was heartbreak that shook my marriage, my confidence, and my sense of self.
I began to feel as though my body was betraying me, as though motherhood was a door permanently closed. …CONTINUE READING