It has been a long time since I’ve let myself be scraped raw and shared some words in this space. It was impossible for me to come back to this place and revisit the grief.
When Florence was alive, I dreamt of bringing together mother’s that had experienced unusual motherhood experiences together. I imagined what it would look like to hold the hands of other bereaved mothers. To share the
It’s 2:00AM. I’ve been dozing off on the couch in the living room next to my son’s makeshift bedroom that we’ve created for him. It used to be the playroom. We like having him here
By Elizabeth Mannegren I was eight weeks pregnant when the ultrasound technician turned a grainy screen towards me and pointed out not one but two little miracles. And in that moment, with two hearts blinking