My miscarriage was an isolating experience until I saw I didn’t have to go through it alone

There is no way to prepare. For nearly two years, I couldn’t go inside one room in my house. If you had come over and cracked the door, you’d be met with stale air, a changing table and a tiny, crib-size mattress still ensconced in its brown cardboard shipping package. I was 18 weeks’ pregnant nea...

Redirecting to full article...