Publisher's Synopsis
Bringing life into the world and becoming a mother is something I dreamed about from the time I was a little girl. Having played with baby dolls for as long as I can remember, I assumed motherhood would be naturally bestowed upon me, just like it seemed to be for everyone else. After getting married in 2001, I expected to have control over this decision, and I never anticipated the unexpected path our lives would take. After eight years of marriage, my husband and I determined that the time was right for us to begin our family. Little did I know that this seemingly natural, effortless process would take me on a journey that I never imagined: one of loss, devastation, isolation, and eventually hope. As I traveled this road, I often felt alone, confused, and inept at expressing or understanding my feelings. I longed for a listening ear of experience, someone who had suffered the catastrophe of losing a child, but survived. I ached for a woman who had known the destructive hurt from this type of loss and yet, had triumphed. At this time in my life, I found no one. It is for this reason that I share my story. Not until much later in my journey, did I find other women who bravely shared their stories of loss, empowering me to also share mine. I desperately wish I had known them in my beginning stages of grief. If I had allowed myself to express the hidden emotions I buried so deeply, I would have come to realize that I was not alone. In a world where miscarriage and infant loss are veiled in silent, solitary grief, it is my hope that those who read these pages will find comfort, community, and healing. It is my desire that you, dear sister, will know that you are not alone, that beauty can come from desolation, growth from devastation, and hope from despair. Because we are all living proof that grace can bloom even among the ashes.
