In November 2011, 6 months into my pregnancy, I gave birth to my daughter, Holly Faith, who was stillborn. It was a tragic experience that has changed and is continuing to change me, and has forced me to re-examine life, death and everything in-between.
I'm really just a regular, boring person trying to navigate my post-loss, post-worker-bee world. I'm not a perfect wife or mom, but I'm learning as I go and beginning to cut my neurotic self some slack. I have no idea how this new ttc journey will go, or if I will ever be truly ready for trying again. All I know is that my heart physically aches for a baby to care for. I hope I know what I'm doing! (I don't). I have faith that the Man Upstairs will help me figure this all out.
Thanks for coming along on my journey!
