Nobody prepares you for what it feels like to hear “no” over and over again.

No, it’s not safe.
No, it’s not likely.
No, you probably won’t make it.

Every appointment felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to give way. And yet—somehow—we kept standing.

We held onto hope when it made no sense to. We saw the dream long before we ever saw the ultrasound.

Continues…