The Worst Day of My Life

I sobbed, rubbed my stomach, said prayers, apologized to my unborn child and professed my love. By M.V. I am 37 years old and have a healthy 22 month old boy at home. My first pregnancy was a breeze, and I assumed my second one would be as well. At my 12-week...

We All Walk Our Own Paths

We all walk our own path. I simply chose a different path. I will not say it is a better one. By T.W. I am not writing to criticize. I feel so deeply for these families and the choices they made. I cry reading these stories they’ve written because I went through...