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
It’s been over 10 weeks since Theodore came into this world. Ten crazy, lovely and hard weeks. At eight weeks, I wrote this: In the days following his birth I was an emotional wreck, like most mothers.
I was digging up potatoes from the garden, dirt under my nails, sweating under the summer sun. Florence, my baby, was napping, and I was enjoying the glory of my garden. It was planted a
By Jessica Paulraj In September 2014, we will celebrate our oldest son’s 3rd birthday. His name is Adam and from what medicine and logic predicted, he was not supposed to live past 2 months. Three