If you’ve ever lost a kid, you’ll know the type of anguish that never goes away. My name is Nancy. Imagine losing four, though, before you’ve even held them. At age 26, I got married. I aspired, like many women, to have children, see them grow, and become the type of mother I had always admired. Everything appeared to be alright at first. I became pregnant fast.
However, I lost the baby at precisely four months when I began to bleed profusely. According to the physicians, it was “a natural miscarriage”. I attempted to go on after accepting it with a heavy heart. Then it occurred once again. One more pregnancy. One other miscarriage. Four months later, at the same moment. I didn’t think it was a coincidence the third time… CONTINUE READING
