Thanks to our brave reader for sharing her story about her ongoing struggles with fertility
“For a tiny moment in the quiet of the night, I was sure I felt you there. you were there, nestled a tiny crevice of my belly. Brand new and ready to grow into the child I have imagined every day for the past two years.
In my mind, we grew big together you and me, big and round and ready for the world I have all set up for you. Your room is there but there is no name on the door.
It’s been the baby’s room now since we moved in – we used to tell people excitedly – now we say it quieter.
Although empty, I feel such hope when I walk past. I can see you painting in our kitchen and messing up our too-clean floor. I see you on the swings screeching with delight and your face against the back door. It is a wave of longing I can almost touch. I feel it every month. So sure you are just waiting for the right moment to come.
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