Before I became a mother, I used to image that my husband and I would have three kids, all quite close in age. I didn’t think to worry overly much about it, though. How hard could it be to create the family we wanted?
Then our first child, our sweet daughter, died and was born.
And suddenly, the idea of family planning felt incredibly ludicrous.
Because how can you plan for the future when you’re still picking up the pieces of what was supposed to be, and the edges of all that shattered slice deep into your tender palms?
Today I am writing over at Still Standing Magazine!