I may not hold you in my arms, Baby, but I am holding you in my heart. Wherever you may be, a piece of me is there with you. One day, I hope that you will arrive with that piece, and I will feel the wholeness of knowing you are here.
No matter how the news has been delivered, the result has been the same, with me feeling as though I have been kicked in the gut and sobbing in a puddle on the floor.
When your soul aches for a child, there is little soothing that can be done. The path of infertility can be daunting and cruel with no guarantee of a happy ending.
My journey to my girl and boy, however, did not feel lucky at the time.
I was 19 when my father walked me down the aisle. In my head, I knew exactly how things would go.
By Colleen Kaleda. We’ve already legally adopted our kids. Yet our son and daughter remain in their orphanage.
By Deborah Cruz. My 5-year-old asked me a simple question as she lay on my stomach and I read her a bedtime story, “Mommy is there another baby in your tummy?”
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